Mo Yu was anxious and ran all the way. Phantom Blood was already running fast, so fast that he felt the wind in his ears, but he still felt dissatisfied, he now wished that Phantom Blood had a pair of wings and flew to the East Village at once.

He also kept praying in his heart that things were not what he imagined, but the moment the phantom blood rushed up the hill, his heart suddenly seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Although Higashimura is hidden in the dense woods around it, and even if you stand on the hill, you can't see it clearly, but the billowing smoke speaks for itself.

Mo Yu frantically urged the horse down the hill and into the village, where else was the village, which had been burned to the ground. Everything that could be burned inside had been burned, the open flames had been extinguished, and there was an occasional "beep-beep" sound.

Although Mo Yu is no longer the simple, immature, soft-hearted young man he was when he first came down the mountain, now he can kill people without blinking, and killing a few people is like pinching a few ants to death for him. But the tragic scene in front of him made him unbearable to take a second look.

There were dead bodies everywhere, and the old man who lived at the head of the village was the first to fall at the intersection, cut in half by a sharp blade from his left shoulder to his abdomen, and his heart, liver, and internal organs were all part of the house, and his colorful intestines flowed all over the ground.

What kind of hatred and what kind of grudge wants to do this to an old man?

These livestock! Mo Yu clenched his fists so loudly that they "gurgle".

Mo Yu dismounted and walked slowly through the village, carefully inspecting whether there were any people alive. No, not one, just corpses of all sorts of dead bodies—some with their heads cut off, some with their chests cut open, some burned to black coal, and even babies with their heads broken and dumped on tree branches......

The East Village is not big, and the road from the head of the village to the end of the village is not long, but the Mo language is very difficult, or tormenting.

He stood in front of the courtyard of the village chief's house, which burned down, but the courtyard walls remained. Black smoke was still rising from the yard. Mo Yu covered his mouth and nose with his hands and stepped into the courtyard, feeling something under his feet and tripping, he squatted down and saw that it was the corpse of the village chief.

His head and face were covered in blood. Mo Yu reached out and tried it, but he was completely out of breath.

Mo Yu walked further inside, and saw the village chief's wife lying on her back on the stone table where they were still eating last night, naked all over the house, which had been cut off and thrown on the ground, revealing two bowl-sized scars.

His two daughters had fallen in the doorway and under a tree, their clothes stripped of and the blood under them solid.

"Ahh He couldn't stand it any longer, and jumped on his horse's back and chased after the messy hoof prints.

These horseshoe prints were heading south, but Mo Yu didn't have the heart to think about why the Jin people were facing south instead of north. What he wanted to do most now was to catch up with these brutes and kill them all.

The chase continued until dusk, and the horseshoe prints continued southward. Finally, I saw a puff of light smoke rising from the hillside in front of me, and if there was smoke, there must be someone.

In order not to startle the snakes, Mo Yu dismounted and climbed up the hill on foot, and saw that a huge tent had been set up on the flat ground below, and more than a dozen horses were tied to the big tree in a row. Outside the tent, a golden soldier was lighting a fire, apparently preparing to cook.

After a while, the fire was blazing, and the golden man added the firewood from the ground into the fire, and walked towards the hillside where Moyu was, presumably to pick up some more firewood.

Mo Yu hurriedly led the horse to a boulder and hid from being discovered by the golden man. Although he can't wait to rush out now and kill these golden people, he is happy in this way, but it is possible to let go of the fish that slipped through the net in the chaos.

Mo Yu suppressed the anger in his heart and quietly waited for Jin Bing to approach.

The golden soldier climbed up the hill humming a little song in his mouth, drew his saber and cut down dead branches.

Suddenly, a cold sword pressed against his heart.

"Don't make a sound, or your little heart will be pierced by my sword. A voice as cold as a sword said.

The golden man was so frightened that he looked up and saw a tall masked man in ink standing in front of him.

"Past!" Mo Yu commanded again.

The golden soldier glanced back at their tent, and there was no one outside, so he had to walk behind the boulder.

"What? Do you expect someone to come and save you? Don't dream, they can't save you. But if you're obedient, maybe I'll give you a good time. ”

"What do you want me to do? As long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything. ”

"Actually, there's nothing for you to do, just ask you a few questions and answer them truthfully. ”

"Ask, I must know everything, and I will say everything. ”

"Very well, how many of you are there now?"

"There are sixteen more. ”

"How many people did you dispatch from the East Village and the West Village last night?"

"How do you know?" the golden soldier asked in surprise.

"Hmm—did you ask me or did I ask you?" Mo Yu said in a long voice, and with a slight flick of the sword in his hand, it stabbed into his clothes, but not into his skin.

The Jin soldier was frightened, and hurriedly replied: "In total, there are two squads with a total of thirty people, but the fifteen people who entered the East Village except for the captain were killed, and they were killed by a masked man in black...... Than ......" The golden soldier looked at Mo Yu with wide eyes in fear, because he suddenly felt that the person in front of him was the man in black in his mouth.

"That's right, it's me!" Mo said.

"Yes...... Is that you?" The golden soldier was so frightened that he was incoherent.

"You all have your own tasks, why did you destroy the West Village and go to the East Village?" Mo Yu asked again.

"Originally, we said that we would meet at the top of the mountain after we were done, but everyone who went to the East Village was killed, and the team leader fled to the West Village to ask for support, and then we went to the East Village again. ”

"I just left when you went, and if I leave half an hour late, where would you have the life to run here?"

"Yes, yes, yes!

"Let me ask you, there is a young woman in the East Village who was raped and killed, and her breasts were cut off, and there are two female dolls, who did it?"

"It's not that I'm not me! I'm just a small soldier, only responsible for running errands, and that kind of good thing is not my turn, usually the head ......"

Mo Yu couldn't listen anymore, and before he could finish speaking, the blade of the sword stabbed into his chest as soon as it was sent forward.

After a while, a golden soldier came out of the tent, holding a large iron pot in his hand.

"Abuhan!" the golden soldier shouted, "Where is your boy's death, and the firewood is about to burn!" After shouting for a long time, no one answered, so he put the pot on the fire and went uphill to collect firewood.