Blood, thick and indissolvable black blood flowed out of the house, passing through each corpse, most of the corpses were mutilated, men, women, children, several burned earth houses of Lao Zabu were scattered, exuding a strong smell of blood, this smell was unwilling to disperse for a long time, it stayed in the place where the tragedy occurred, mixed with black smoke, the flames were almost all extinguished, the flames swept over the human body, it could be seen that this was the body of a child, burned in half.

There was a smell of burnt paste in the air. The utensils, clothes, and human flesh that had disappeared in the fire had turned to ashes, and they remained in their original positions, one hand raised to touch the sky, the other hand in the direction of the entrance of the village, and the doors of every house in the entire Heimahe Township were closed, and there was not a single pedestrian on the road.

The figure of a person finally appeared in the direction of the entrance of the village, it was two figures stumbling and running, the sun had risen in the east at this moment, and the morning glow was full of sky. The grassland was shrouded in golden silence, and the clouds as white as milk's milk in the sky also turned bright red as flames.

Ou Xuzi stood dumbfounded in front of the ruined wall of his house without saying a word, and Renji ran into the yard to look for it, and finally found the body of Nima in it, he knelt down suddenly, and picked up his wife, who was already cold, Nima's eyes were half-open, his expression was so terrifying, and the big knife slashed through her neck, leaving a long gap, and the blood had dried up.

Renji screamed: "Why, why is this?"

Ou Xuzi staggered in, he was also checking the corpses one by one, he saw Wang Gu, lying at the mouth of the stone well with a steel knife in his hand, beside his wife Zhou Xinyan, he saw the old uncle, his body was cut in two, his intestines flowed out, and the struggle before death made the first half of his life and the second half of his body far, far away......

None of the more than 30 villagers was spared, the only thing missing was the bodies of Mr. Yan Hua, his wife Xiao Xuanhan and his son Ou Fusheng, where were they, Ou Xuzi searched like crazy, but failed to find them.

Holding his wife's corpse, Renji came over in grief and said, "Xuzi, Xuzi, this is the wound left by the Damascus scimitar, it is the soldiers of Bala Tusi, there will be no other army besides them." ”

Ou Xuzi squatted down with weak legs, his mind was in a mess, he and Renci were abandoned on the grassland, followed by the death and disappearance of his relatives, all the qiē made him confused, at this time a faint voice came from the house: "Xuzi, Xuzi, is it you?"

Ou En Xuzi suddenly stood up and rushed into the house, he saw Mr. Yan Hua, and the child in the old man's arms was Ou Fusheng.

Mr. Yan Hua looked at Ou Xuzi with tears in his eyes, and said for a long time: "Xuzi, Xuzi, folks, the villagers are all dead, they are all dead, it's too miserable, it's too miserable." ”

Ou Xuzi asked, "Who is it, where is my wife Xuan Han?"

Yan Hua told Ou Xuzi, last night there were more than a dozen soldiers, saying that they came from Tusi Mansion, looking for your wife, saying that you were seriously ill and dying, and the cold was so anxious that she cried, and the soldiers brought a sedan chair to pick her up, and we were also blinded, so we didn't think much about it at the time, so we let Liu Qiang go with him, and there was a response on the way. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, many soldiers suddenly came, and the head one was extremely vicious, and it was not allowed to say that he would kill people when he rushed in, and the villagers were unarmed, and they couldn't run out at all, and the blood flowed like a river, and the blood flowed like a river.

Ou Xuzi understood everything, Bala Tusi had already had the intention of killing people, he first got rid of himself and Renci, and then took his wife Xuanhan, and then came back to kill all over the house, destroying the corpses and destroying the traces, fortunately, the villagers risked their lives to protect Mr. Yan Hua and his son Fusheng, leaving two living people.

Why didn't he and Brother Renci die, Ou Xuzi couldn't think about it anymore, the anger in his chest was burning, he looked up to the sky and shouted, he beat his chest suddenly, there seemed to be 10,000 fires rolling in his chest, his throat seemed to be clamped by a fire tong, he couldn't breathe, he ran out violently, Renci stopped him, Renci yelled out of shape: "Xuzi, you want to go and we go together." ”

"I'll go too. Mr. Yan Hua shouted after him.

Ou Xuzi turned around, his eyes were blood-red, he was ready to participate in this life-and-death gladiatorial battle, let the blood of the enemy wash away the resentment of his relatives and his own shame, let the blood of the hypocritical and brutal "Smiling Tiger" spurt out of his chest, and make Tusi Mansion a hell on earth, only in this way can he relieve his deep hatred, as long as this is the only way to save his beloved wife.

Ou Xuzi said to Yan Hua: "Old man, I beg you to take Fusheng for me, after taking revenge, we will become wanted criminals in the imperial court, and we will also wander the world, if I can't come back, Fusheng will be handed over to you, raise him as an adult, Ou Xuzi kowtow to your old man." ”

After speaking, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to Mr. Yanhua.