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Watching everyone in the law enforcement team break through the sky, Mo Chen's expression was a little solemn.

In their words, it seems that there is more and more of this kind of slaughtered village than this, and there is a growing trend.

What made him even more chilling was that the high-level leaders of Qingcang City actually made up their minds to ask the law enforcement team to ignore the lives and deaths of these ordinary people, because the death of these civilians would be beneficial to the high-level.

Unable to understand this kind of thinking, the more Mo Chen thought about it, the more resentful he became, and the various actions of the golden-robed captain made him even more unacceptable: "Could it be that so many lives are not comparable to a pot of wine?"

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Chen still felt that he had to investigate this matter.

He clearly knew that since the remnants of the evil cultivator had been able to evade the pursuit of the righteous path several times, there must be many masters among them, and if he gave up the pursuit at this moment, there would be no loss to him.

But even so, he still wants to insist on pursuing it, even if there will be a high danger, and even if there will be a fear for his life, he will not regret it.

He couldn't forget the tragic situation of the cage of living sacrifice, he didn't dare to imagine what inhuman treatment the villagers of the whole village had suffered, if he retreated, he would definitely not be able to pass his own hurdle when he broke through in the future.

After that, Mochen lurked behind the house for a while, and after making sure that the law enforcement team was far away, he stopped the turtle breath method and crouched down and walked towards the village.

Just when he took a few steps, he was surprised to find that his shadow was shrinking rapidly, and when he looked up at the sky, it turned out that the sky was slowly darkening.

But he found that it was not a thick cloud that obscured the sun, but that the sun was now setting as if it were taking a rapid leap.

In a few breaths, the twilight gradually sank, and the cloudless sky suddenly turned into a deep purple like a bruise, and then immediately disappeared into the darkness, and in the blink of an eye, the new moon rose, and the stars held the moon.

Mo Chen looked at the bright moon in front of him, flying and bright, he frowned slightly, and muttered in a low voice. "Is heaven and earth out of order, I don't know how many ...... Looks like it's time to hurry. ”

With that, he pulled out the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword, pushed open the broken wooden door, and vigilantly entered a room, and began to search carefully.

Although he now has the protection of the formation on his head, there is no need to be afraid of most of the double disorder, but under this night, his vision is naturally not as good as during the day, and it is easier to miss some important clues.

He kept turning over the fallen planks, lifting up damaged tables and chairs, and kicking up puffs of dust.

But no matter how many rooms he searched and how carefully he searched every corner, he couldn't find a single clue related to the remnants of the evil cult.

What is even more strange is that there is not a single clutter in these houses except furniture, as if the whole village has been emptied.

Gradually, he walked back to the place where he had been in the cage of the living sacrifice, where the charred ash was still piled up.

The moonlight sprinkled down, and the pile of charred ash still glowed with a little silver, and there was a sense of sacredness, which was really ironic.

Suddenly, a little red light flashed in front of Mo Chen's eyes, and he let out a startled sigh and looked at Jiao Chen, but found nothing unusual.

He hurriedly crouched down, just about to turn over the pile of charred ash, as if something suddenly came to mind.

I saw him shrink back, close his eyes, and sit in front of the charred ash and mutter.

Mochen vaguely remembers that when he was a child, his father took him into the mountains to hunt for the first time.

It didn't take long for the two to find an elk drinking from the lake.

Seeing this, my father held the flying stone in his hand and shot it with a snap of his fingers.

I only heard the sound of "boom", accompanied by the screams of the elk, and it turned out that the flying stone penetrated the elk's belly.

Although it was not critical, the strength of the flying stone also shattered most of the elk's internal organs.

When he saw that the elk had fallen, his father pulled him forward and walked directly to the elk.

At this time, his father pushed him behind his back and looked at him seriously, he knew that his father meant to let him come and end the pain of the elk.

But Mochen looked at the elk that was still trembling and hesitating, constantly wailing in pain, he was a little scared, and even more unbearable, his hands trembled, and he looked back at his father helplessly.

But his father was so upset that he let him end the elk's life.

Just as he was in a daze, his father came over, crouched down on his crutches, put a sharp knife in his hand, and his broad palm wrapped around his trembling hands, and carried him, little by little, into the elk's neck.

Blood splattered, the elk roared wildly, struggling violently, and Mo Chen, who was watching, closed his eyes and howled, but his father was unmoved.

Eventually, the elk calmed down, his eyes were blank, his tongue was deaf, and he was clearly dead.

At this time, his father gently touched Mochen's head: "It's very good." With that, he reached out to cover the elk's eyes, closed his glasses himself, and began to mumble to himself.

Mo Chen was curious, and was about to listen carefully, but his father opened his eyes again, and said solemnly to Mo Chen: "You must remember that all things and all spirits are in this furnace called "Heaven and Earth", enduring endless torment and endless struggle. ”

"Today, we killed this elk because it is the weakest in heaven and earth, our food, and we have to do it in order to survive. ”

"Daddy, I pray to this elk that I am praying for it, hoping that when it is reincarnated, it will no longer be an ordinary beast, and it will no longer be able to bear the suffering of this weak. ”

After recalling this, Mo Chen opened his eyes, and his thinking returned to reality again, although he didn't know if doing this would help this group of unjust souls who died tragically, but at least it was a piece of mind.

He whispered, "May when you are reincarnated, you will no longer suffer the suffering of this weak." ”

At this moment, a thick cloud drifted in the sky, obscuring the light of the crescent moon, and the sky became even darker.

As a last resort, a little thunder light was slightly condensed in Mo Chen's hand, which was used to illuminate the scorched ash in front of him, but the red light was fleeting, but now he couldn't find it.

He held his breath for fear that a single exhalation would blow away the red light. He rummaged faster and faster, and his heart was also very anxious, how could the clues that he had finally found be broken like this.

Finally, the hard work paid off, and just as he was about to give up, the thick clouds drifted by, the moonlight sprinkled again, and the flickering red light reappeared in the field of vision.

He stretched out his hand to hold the red light, and when he raised his palm, he found that it was an extremely tiny blood-red bead, the material was like stone but not stone, like jade and not jade, and the appearance was ordinary.

Just when he was wondering about the origin of the blood-red beads, suddenly two female voices like warblers and swallows came from a distance.

Shocked in his heart, Mo Chen hurried his luck and hid in the room on the side.