Divine lunar calendar, the eighth day of the ninth month.

The western part of the Infinity Empire, the Ula Mountains.

At the end of the hour, Lingjia Villa.

Black clouds overhead, overcast wind howling.

Knife, cold light!

Father, firmly locked by several huge bloody hands.

In the horse's belly, Ling Yun saw a flash of cold light through tears and blood.

The father's head burst into the air, and blood spurted like a waterfall.

Poof, the head fell in front of Ling Yun's eyes. His eyes burst into staring at him.

The corners of my father's eyes burst and his eyeballs burst out, but he was still sternly ordering: Don't come out!

A big foot flew up and kicked his father's head. Immediately, laughter roared.

In the midst of wild laughter, my father's head, like a ball, flew under his dirty feet

Ling Yun's heart was like a knife, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

"Kill, kill all men, kill them all, cut off all the heads, take them away!" the brutal command burst out from between the teeth of a young man dressed as a samurai, word by word.

The young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. A look of arrogance. On the left cheek, there is a scar that rolls over. made his murderous face look even more distorted and hideous!

Human heads are flying, and blood is raining all over the sky. The bloody wind is raging, and the ghosts are calling the gods.

"Burn all the qiē here" Before the last headless corpse fell to the ground, the young man's face was blood-red, and he couldn't wait to roar again.

The fiery serpent danced wildly, and the mountains rioted. Birds and beasts fled in a hurry.

Heat, heat wave rolling, blood boiling. Ling Yun had just woken up, and he was fainted by the heat again.

The fire soared. The entire Lingjia Villa turned into a sea of fire.

A group of people, carrying bloody heads and leading weeping women, walked away.

It hurts, it hurts to the bone. Ling Yun was woken up by the pain.

Quack, a crow's cry came into Ling Yun's ears.

The pecking blow made Ling Yun stand up in pain, but he couldn't get up.

Only then did Ling Yun realize that he was still in the belly of the horse. The left hand, which I don't know when it fell outside the horse's belly, was pecked desperately by the crow as a delicious food.

Ling Yun lifted the obstacle in front of him, peeked outside, and saw a scorched black

Ling Yun listened carefully, and all he heard was the crow of the crow and the whimper of the wind.

Ling Yun quietly poked out, and saw the ruins of the wall and the open space burned by the fire.

The villas are all grass and wood buildings, which do not burn, burn quickly, and extinguish quickly.

The air was filled with the haze of death and the smoke of resentment.

Ling Yun concluded that the murderers were gone. Only he and the dead horse and the crow that had come to collect the corpse were left.

In the morning, Lingyun was playing in the courtyard of the villa when his father flew over. Ling Yun was overjoyed and stepped forward. It's been a long time since I've seen my father, and he ran up to make love to his father.

But I saw that my father was covered in blood, covered in bruises, his face was iron-blue, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Father" Ling Yun was terrified.

"Don't talk too much, there's no time!" his father interrupted Ling Yun with a stern voice that he had never used before, and ordered in a hoarse but unquestionable voice: "Yun'er, no matter what happens for a while, you are not allowed to come out! Remember death! No matter what, you have to live! Find your mother and live with her." If you dare not listen to your father, you will not be blind to your father's death! If you are disobedient, even if you die, you will not be allowed to enter the ancestral grave of the Ling family! Do you understand?!"

"Understood!" Ling Yun nodded heavily. Bang, Ling Yun's eyes went dark and he passed out.

Only then did Ling Yun realize that he had been knocked unconscious by his father and stuffed into the horse's belly. Not only did he escape the scourge of death, but he also escaped the disaster of fire.

Ling Yun struggled to get out of the horse's belly, and received continuous pecks from crows on his head.

Ling Yun raised his hand to grab a crow, tore it open at once, and gulped down its blood. The crows were frightened by Ling Yun, who was even more ferocious than them, and flew around, wah-wow.

Ling Yun took two sips of the crow's blood and drank it all. He dropped the crow in his hand and staggered after the other crows. The crows screamed, scattered, and flew away.

Ling Yun licked his lips, which were still chapped, endured his unbearable thirst, and looked around, looking for something to quench his thirst. There was an open space on all sides, and except for the broken walls, it was scorched black.

Ling Yun ran towards the crow he had dropped, grabbed it with a grab, and tore at its flesh with a big gulp, swallowing it frantically. In an instant, a crow, with only two legs, a head, and a feather left, Ling Yun craned his neck and stopped.

Ling Yun's blood-red eyes widened and looked around. The beloved home has come to naught. Except for a few huge doorposts that were still filling with light smoke, all that was left was charred corpses all over the ground.

Ling Yun flew over, frantic tossing headless corpses all over the place. He wanted to find his father's body, and his father's head, which had been held high forever.

More than 100 headless charred corpses were all rummaged, and Ling Yun did not find his father's body and head.

At the same time, not a single female corpse was found. Ling Yun realized that his father's body and head, as well as the women, had all been taken away by the murderer.

Poof, Ling Yun spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground on his back

At the beginning of the unitary time, Lingjia Town, about ten miles away from Lingjia Villa, came to the inn.

More than 200 mysterious men with strong martial arts are dressed as heroes in the rivers and lakes. Carrying more than 100 heads and leading more than 200 women, they flocked into the old inn like a swarm.

There are more than 100 heads, and more than half of them are teenagers or children. Outrageous, there are also babies. More than half of the 200 or so girls are little girls and little girls.

The Laolai Inn was the largest inn in Lingjia Town, but with so many people pouring in at once, it immediately became crowded. The innkeeper, an old man in gray, hurriedly came out to greet him.

When the boss saw the tallest head that was picked, his face suddenly changed. Frozen on the spot.

"Seventh master, have all the people been slaughtered?" A middle-aged man who looked like a master, brightly dressed, shook his head and came out of the upper room of the inn, stepped forward, and asked the young man who was the leader.

"The men are slaughtered, and the women are here. The young man smirked intently.

"Where's the little?" asked.

The young man known as the Seventh Master paused for a moment, turned around and asked everyone, "Which of you killed that little beast in Lingyun?" ”

Everyone was in a hurry, and those with heads in their hands shook their heads.

"So, no one killed the little evil animal and let him be caught?" The master exclaimed: "Seventh master, that little evil animal, but the old man personally named it." How do you?"

"Grandma's! Fooled!" The seventh master scolded angrily: "We chased Ling Xiaotian all the way and chased them into the villa. Ling Xiaotian fought desperately in turn, killing dozens of our brothers. In a fit of rage, I cut off Ling Xiaotian's head and set fire to the villa. But he forgot about the little beast."

"Don't say anything. Hurry back and hunt down the little evil animals. Master said.

The Seventh Master shouted with his teeth and claws: "Notify the outside cordon and strengthen the vigilance." Don't let a fly go! Leave ten people to guard the woman, and the rest will be killed by me at once, and the little beasts will be captured! I want to see people alive, and I want to see corpses when I die! Whether you live or die, there will be a heavy reward!"

In the early morning, a gust of mountain wind blew, and Ling Yun woke up slowly.

"Ah" Ling Yun opened his mouth to roar, but was covered by a big hand.

"Boy, don't make a sound! they're still hunting you. An old voice sounded softly over Ling Yun's head.

Only then did Ling Yun notice that he was being held in a warm embrace, hidden in a big tree in the mountains.

Ling Yun raised his eyes and looked up, and saw an old face of vicissitudes, looking into the distance vigilantly.

Ling Yun followed the old man's gaze and looked down.

He found that in the small valley in the distance, he had been razed to a flat home, and in the Lingjia Villa, which had been reduced to nothing, there was a faint and barely visible little figure shaking.

"Who are they?" Ling Yun asked in a hoarse voice as he broke the old man's hand covering his mouth.

"I don't know. It's just that yesterday evening in Lingjia Town, I heard that they had slipped through the net and wanted to rush back to search. The old decay took the path, rushed before them, and carried you out. You kid was unconscious, and if you were a step too late, you would have fallen into their hands."

"Wait, who are you? Why did you save me? How did you know they were going to go back and hunt me?" Ling Yun interrupted the old man's words with a suspicious face, and let out a series of questions.

Although Ling Yun was only fourteen years old, his heart was still cramping and bleeding. But the cruel and ruthless reality made this once extremely stubborn but also generous and tragic teenager suddenly become a chicken thief.

"It's old and stubborn, it's your grandfather who didn't come out of five suits. Speaking of which, you have to call me the Nineteenth Master. When he was young, he was too murderous and killed more than 500 people by mistake. Expelled from the family by your grandfather and driven out of the capital. returned to his hometown Lingjia Town and opened an inn to make a living. Yesterday evening, a group of people escorted a group of women into the old inn. When you count the heads, you are missing this important person. and returned overnight to hunt you down. Although Lao Yu was expelled from the family by your grandfather, he did not hate him, but was grateful to him. It was he who left the life of the old man and gave him the opportunity to realize his mistakes, so the old man wanted to keep your roots for him."

The old man recounted the cause and effect in detail. Ling Yun believed the old man, filled with grief and indignation, and asked through gritted teeth, "Nineteenth Master, you must know who the murderer is, right?"

The old man said solemnly: "Boy, let me state once again that the old man is a person who has been expelled from the family, and he is already a common person. I can't afford to be called the Nineteenth Master by you. Who the murderer is, the old man knows it. However, I can't sue you just yet. When you have the ability to take revenge, you don't need to tell the old man, you will naturally be able to know who the murderer is. Before you lack the ability to take revenge, you will lose your life if you know who the enemy is and take revenge recklessly! ”

"Then how is my grandfather, how is my mother, you can always tell me, right?" Ling Yun retreated.

"I don't know what your mother is doing. Your grandfather, I heard that since you burned down the Guozhang Mansion and escaped, you have been ordered to rest in the mansion to recuperate! They actually transferred the spirit dog, and now there is no way to hide, you have to work hard. ”

The old man jumped off the tree with Lingyun in his arms and ran deep into the mountains. While running, he told Ling Yun: "Boy, there are cordons they have set up for dozens of miles around Lingjia Villa. When you reach the cordon, you just have to run for your life, and the old man will drag them back. ”

"No, I'll fight them!" Ling Yun roared hoarsely.

He really didn't want to live. My father died for himself. All the men in the villa died for themselves. Women are facing a tragic fate. Now, an old man has to work hard for himself. What kind of strength do you have to live, do you still have a face?

"Okay. If you want to die, go die. The old man ran fast and said in a vicious voice: "Heaven can still do evil, but you can't live if you want to die! It's just a pity that your father's hard work to save you was in vain!"

"I can't let you die for me anymore!" Ling Yun was helpless.