Verdant green trees, giant trees with intertwined roots, and green shade shrouded most of the valley.

Behind the valley, a small stream flows, wabbling like silk over the fresh, moist meadows. It is the summer scenery, the warm but slightly cool petals are falling, and the flowers are swirling and dancing in the wind, but there is a touch of sadness and loneliness in the enchanting.

In the dark night, the wind has gradually subsided, and it has converged a lot, and the thunderclouds have gathered, and the flowers and rain have fallen.

This is exactly where Zi Ling was poisoned by the soul hooking grass at the beginning, and the two snuggled up to each other and finally fell in love.

"Ling'er, I believe this place is the best place for you to sleep, and you will definitely be very satisfied!" Ling Silence said softly.

The beautiful scenery seems so humble and fragile in this dark night.

Ling Xiao carried the coffin with one hand and walked slowly.

As Ling Lone's footsteps passed, he took the purple spirit to the cave where they had stayed again, where the bones of the saber-toothed tiger had long since been corrupted, and only the white bones of Sen Sen remained, and the small tree full of corpses of blood jade fruits still stood, red and crystalline, like a crystal cast, beautiful but with a seductive enchantment, which made people linger.

Overgrown with weeds, barren rocks, and a little desolate.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, this small place is surrounded by rocks.

The steep mountain walls are overgrown with weeds and moss, and there are many sharp rocks, but it is a dangerous place.

Ling Xiao looked around, his calm and abnormal complexion finally changed, and he looked very tired and depressed.

Familiar environment, familiar feeling, but there are no familiar people.

The voice and smile of the past are still fresh in my memory, a smile and a smile are deeply rooted in my mind, cute with three points of naughty, empathetic but lively, gentle and three points of Miao women's unique boldness.

Standing quietly for a while, Ling Xiao finally remembered the time it was, sighed deeply helplessly, chose a relatively flat place, and put down the coffin of rosewood.

......

The news of the slaughter of Flying Fish Village had already spread all over the vicinity of Flying Fish Village, and even though nearly two days had passed, no one dared to go in and clean up the mess.

First, they were afraid that the people who had slaughtered the Flying Fish Village had not yet left, and that when they entered, it was nothing more than meat buns beating dogs—there was no return!

It is well known that when a large number of people die and are mixed together, and they are not buried in the earth, then there is a great possibility of a plague!

And the danger of the plague, even if the martial artists of the Innate Realm are contaminated, it is very big trouble, and only the martial artists of the Cave Void Realm can completely ignore the plague.

And how could an ordinary Cave Void Realm martial artist collect the corpses of a group of lowly and humble ordinary villagers?

And the major forces are competing in the Death Swamp, chasing the whereabouts of the Death Lotus, and it is impossible to be related to the slaughter of a small village, even if it is the work of the Blood God who was once vicious and monstrous, causing the Kyushu controllers to attack it en masse.

It is related to their own vital interests, other things can be put aside, people do not destroy for themselves, and it is human instinct to seek profit!

Qin Hao also found a good coffin for Zihu, buried Zihu, and set up a tombstone for him.

The erector of the monument is in the name of Ling Lone, and the small print on the tombstone reads "Son-in-law Ling Lonely" six sons, Qin Hao and Zihu are not related to each other, and it is not appropriate to write their own names!

And if there was no Ling Lone, he and Zi Ling would not have communicated at all, and the little contact between them was only maintained by the relationship between Ling Ling and Zi Ling, so it was better to set up in the name of Ling Lone, after all, the relationship between Ling Ling and Zi Ling was not too much to set up this inscription.

After that, Qin Hao also thought about the plague problem that might be caused by the accumulation of corpses in Flying Fish Village, and thought that Ling Xiao didn't know where to go, and he had nothing to do, so he went to deal with it.

Qin Hao would not touch the corpses that already had a faint smell of corpses, but just stacked them away from flammable buildings with true qi, poured some oil on them, added some ignitions, and then set them on fire.

In order to save effort, Qin Hao made seven or eight corpse piles, and lit seven or eight fires.

Qin Hao stood by the fire, with a worried look, and sighed.

Maybe because the blood god was completely emptied, those corpses were extremely easy to burn, plus Qin Hao poured a lot of oil, crackling and crazy burning, burning the last drop of oil in the bones, and also letting the cause and effect of that half of life disperse in the flames, so that the remaining sin deteriorated into ashes.

Maybe in a few years, ten years, the massacre here will be forgotten, and there will be new people living in Feiyu Village.

The lowly life is like a weed, no one cares about it, no one cares about it, but when they are humble and vulnerable, they have infinite vitality in a contradictory way, even if they are trampled on by the high gods, how they kill, they will not die, because there are too many of them, and as long as there is a little hope, they can fight everything to survive.

To live is the only wish of the lowly weeds!

A huge hole was dug out, it was dug by Ling Lin with his own hands, even if the white hands were stained with mud, even if the clean black robe was stained with the black soil, Ling Ling didn't care, now he cares about everything!

Put the coffin of the red sandalwood into the hole, lift the lid of the coffin, and gently put the purple spirit body into the coffin.

Ling Ling looked at Zi Ling and smiled lightly, quietly, but in the moment of calm and silence, Ling Ling's face was sometimes calm as ice, sometimes like a hideous hell ghost, sometimes decadent and abnormal, alternating and endless, making people really feel fearful.

I don't know how long it has been before the change in Ling Lone's face slowly slows down.

Suddenly, Ling Lianggang's qi gathered on the tips of his left fingers, and with a slight swipe on his right wrist, bright red blood began to gurgle out.

Ling Lin placed his right wrist across Zi Ling's lips, and the bright red blood kept flowing down like a stream, flowing down Zi Ling's cherry lips and into Zi Ling's body.

After receiving this blood, Zi Ling's body also underwent strange changes, his pale cheeks like white jade had a trace of blood, and the already stiff skin became vigorous and elastic again, and even the wound on Zi Ling's neck slowly healed!

By the time Zi Ling was like an ordinary person again, Ling Ling's face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss.

Ling Xiao withdrew his hand, the wound on his right wrist healed instantly, perfect, if it weren't for his pale face, no one would have guessed that he had released a large amount of blood just now.

But at this time, a faint smile appeared on Ling Lian's face, a sincere smile.

Ling Xiao lowered his head and kissed deeply on the cherry lips stained with his blood by the purple spirit.