The strength of the old village chief's aura coming from the light was stronger than Qin Yan in his heyday, and he had probably reached the realm of Tianyuan. All the shadows were shrouded in the light, and they quickly dissipated like spring snow.

Just a few zombies, no problem, just move your muscles and bones, and you can get it done.

Qin Yangang breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time he heard Xin Xian say: "Uncle, you guessed wrong, Zhao Zhiping and they are not the opponents of the village chief's grandfather at all. Hehehehe, now, you should have something to say to me, right?"

Qin Yan was puzzled: "What did you say?"

Xin Xian blinked his eyes and said, "Hurry up and please me!" You actually left your companion and ran for your life alone, I see this kind of humiliating thing in my eyes, Brother Rabbit will be very sad to know." Also, if you get caught by a zombie, maybe you'll become a zombie at some point, and if the news gets out, everyone will definitely tie you up and burn you!"

"No one will believe you. ”

Xin Xian narrowed his eyes and looked over: "Hehe, I naturally have a way to make them believe." Uncle, if you dare to talk to me like this again, the consequences will be very serious!"

Qin Yan looked at her serious appearance, and his heart was still a little empty, and he secretly thought that he wouldn't lose his flesh if he said a few good words anyway, so he said: "Sister Xian'er, you are so beautiful and moving, I don't know what words to use to describe you, no one can resist your charm......"

Xin Xian nodded his head one after another, wrapped the corners of his clothes around his slender fingers with a smile, showing a little shyness, but said slowly: "You can't just pay attention to your appearance, isn't there anything commendable about my inside?"

Qin Yan scolded a few words secretly, and then said: "Your broad mind, noble quality, and extraordinary martial arts skills are all deeply impressive! No matter where you are, you are a ray of arrogant light on the top of the snow-capped mountain, which makes people look forward to it......

"Okay, okay, you don't like to be insensitive. For the sake of being so sensible, I will reluctantly forgive you!"

“......”

When the two returned to the village, they saw a messy scene like a raging wind. Everywhere there were broken walls, and the broken limbs were buried in the cracks and tiles of the walls, some of which were blue and white and rotten, and some were still dripping with blood and bleeding. Along the way, they saw at least thirty corpses, their dying postures and faces distorted, as if they were using an invisible pen to portray deep despair.

Qin Yan was silent, and his mood became more and more gloomy.

The deaths of these people can be counted on the head of the silver ghost, and even he can't get rid of it. No matter how many reasons are put on the heads of those decent people, they can never escape the guilt that comes from the depths of their souls, and they can't suppress the depression of their hearts.

These kind and innocent people, who had warmly entertained themselves with wine and food a few days ago, are now lying in the mud, mutilated and cold corpses.

The beauty and fragility of life are like flowers withering in the cold wind, which makes people sigh.

Thankfully, Liu Wanyun and Ye Piaoling are fine. Qin Hongzhen hid behind them, a pair of small eyes looked around sneaky, and it seemed that he was also intact. Fang Qiuyao seemed to have suffered a slight injury, and his shoulders were wrapped in a white cloth, revealing a little red. But he still clenched his sword and stayed by Ye Piaoling's side every step of the way.

The old village chief was coughing. His back was almost crooked, his gray hair had completely lost its luster, and the brown spots on his face were even more pronounced, as if he was dozens of years older. Standing on the steps, he coughed and directed the people to rescue the villagers who had been crushed by the broken wall, and their thin bodies seemed to be about to fall down at any moment.

It was hard to believe that the powerful momentum of the landslide and tsunami just now was emanating from this old body.

When Qin Yan walked over, the rescue work was nearing the end, and the old village chief began to count the number of people. Ye Piaoling was very surprised to see Qin Yan, and strode forward and said, "Yulang, are you okay?" He looked Qin Yan up and down a few times, then turned to Xin Xianhu and said suspiciously: "This girl didn't embarrass you?"

Of course she struck me up. Qin Yan said in his heart, but what came out of his mouth was another kind of rhetoric: "No, Miss Xin has always protected me from coming here......"

Liu Wanyun opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

Ye Piaoling glanced at Xin Xian again in surprise: "Hey! this girl has changed her temperament......" He muttered softly, suddenly bowed to Xin Xian with a solemn face, and said solemnly: "Miss Xin, thanks to you for protecting Brother Han today, I misunderstood you in the past, please bear with me!"

Xin Xian waved his hand and smiled unconcernedly: "It's okay, I also have a lot of offends to Brother Rabbit!"

Hearing that she was still as frivolous as before, Ye Piaoling's face changed slightly, and after looking at her for two seconds, he nodded, and turned back in silence.

At this time, the village chief had already counted the number of people, looked around at the tragic scene, covered his mouth with one hand and coughed, without any expression on his face. The moans of the wounded were heard intermittently, the villagers were all in pain, and the air was filled with sadness.

Most of the dozen or so people who had been scratched and bitten by the zombies were now unconscious, tied to a nearby wooden pillar. Stacks of wood were placed under them, and the old village chief's gaze slowly drifted over them, his eyes overflowing with grief.

In order to prevent the re-spread of the poison, these people must be burned to ashes.

Many people began to understand this, and they looked at the old village chief's indifferent face that was stoic and grief-giving, and each remained silent.

Low sobs and pleading voices were heard from the crowd, but to no avail. Having just experienced a fierce battle with that group of vicious enemies, unless it is a close family member, few people will relent.

Among the wounded who were tied, a burly bald man suddenly came to his senses. He opened his eyes, his arm struggling, and the pillar behind him trembled. Two nearby patrolmen took a few steps forward vigilantly with steel forks, and the big man was a little surprised at first, and after scanning the stack of wood under him, he understood his situation. Shouting unexpectedly, he stopped struggling, the expression on his face quickly regained his calm, met the village chief's gaze, and smiled indifferently: "It seems that my luck in this life is not very good, and I died such a wretched death." Haha, but God arranged it like this, and I can't complain about others. ”

The old village chief looked at him sadly and asked softly, "If you can come to your senses, maybe there is hope for redemption." How do you feel now?"

The big man smiled and opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly his arm shook, causing the entire wooden pillar to shake violently. He closed his eyes and sighed: "I can't help it, my hands and feet are almost out of control." Don't feel sorry for me, Daddy Hu, this is my life, I won't blame you......" As he spoke, his limbs and his entire body began to tremble, and some joints even gradually twisted, so that he could no longer maintain a calm expression, and said hurriedly, "Quick! Burn me before I turn into that kind of monster, there's no time!"

His voice was somewhat distorted, mixed with some strange trembling, sharp and harsh.

The old village chief's throat moved, and he waved his hand dullly: "Set fire!"

The stack of wood was set on fire, and Dahan, along with the dozen or so wounded, was engulfed in flames. Some of them woke up at this time, screaming and struggling in the flames, but they could not break free from the special ropes that were invulnerable to water and fire, and finally in the crackling dance of the tongue of fire, the body and soul were completely purified together.