Xiao Jiukong urged again and again, as if he didn't want to see them again.

"Xiao, we helped you kill your enemy, why don't you just say thank you and drive them away?"

Wei Bohou was angry, "We really think that we are vegetarians, and we can drink whatever you want."

Who is his eldest brother? He is an invincible master of burning corpses, killing monsters!

Without the help of the two of them, Xiao Jiukong would have died at the hands of Yue Zhan long ago and became a prey in the red flower bed, unable to even keep the treasure.

Ungrateful, cold-natured, bah!

Xiao Jiukong smiled palely and said, "Otherwise, my place is dilapidated and I can't accommodate guests for the time being."

"Mr. Zhong, please excuse me. You have important things to do, so don't waste time."

Zhong Sheng glanced at the scroll in his hand and called to Wei Bohou, "Let's go!"

Wei Bohou was still unwilling to give up and looked at Xiao Jiukong, "Brother, let's just forget it?"

"Pedestrians, please do not hesitate to step on the crops in your field."

"Yes!"

"Your path is right there!"

"Let's go, go far away, don't get hit by Tang Jun."

Wei Bohou felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Looking up, he saw that the blood and flesh from the penetrating wound were blurred.

The horse hoof prints on the ground and the arrow branches that have not been scattered all prove the identity of the murderer who massacred the village

Just like the enemy cities, villages and towns that I participated in the massacre, the people outside were already destined to come on stage.

Because the wild dogs in the grass will let go of any food and have already dragged the corpse away.

No wonder, he was in a hurry to drive people away just now. If Zhong and Sheng never leave, they will stay here forever.

"That's all, find a burial ground later, and I will be your burial object."

The young man curled up his lips, shook his head, and stepped into the village, but he noticed that the surroundings were frighteningly quiet.

When Wei Bohou removed his palm from his abdomen, the wound was gone and his clothes were completely damaged.

I was drafted into the army when I was a teenager and served for four years. I was lucky enough to survive.

The golden wheat waves everywhere, pure and imperfect, can wash away the blood stains in the heart and make life clean again.

"It's over, it's over! You will die, and you will live here forever."

Wei Bohou was walking when he suddenly realized something was wrong. When he looked back, he exclaimed.

"Another massacre by the rebels."

"Folks, go home."

The stern and angry voice still lingered in his ears, "Marquis Wei Bo, he committed a small crime by stealing the Heavenly Book."

The mist rolled in, and fields, villages, and buildings sprang up from the flat land.

I struggled and ran wildly. I had to run far away to avoid being chased by my fellow disciples.

Zhang Qiuju grabbed the scroll, her eyes blurred with sweat. She looked up and saw a vast expanse.

I took a small breath, and the luster of my pupils gradually dimmed until...

Death is not as cold and hot as imagined, but rather cooler, so warm that one can hear the earnest calls of parents.

"Brother, are these villagers really dead long ago?"

There was too little blood flow, and the edges of the wound were pale white, like the skin of a floating corpse that had been soaked for a long time.

"That's your world."

The young man was stuffed into a sickle and walked into the field crowded by the crowd around him.

The young man’s parents are gone, but so are his neighbors and villagers.

Until Xiao Jiukong's figure finally shrank to a black dot at the end of his sight, disappearing into the mist rising from the ground.

"Follow the old man."

"Why did you fall asleep underground? During the autumn harvest, you can be lazy and take your time to gather food."

The wind is blowing and the book is quiet. Is there any sign?

In the memory, the frightened face on the butcher's knife twisted and floated, echoing with a scream, and finally settled into the appearance of his parents.

"Brother, it's not good, it's foggy again."

The young man also saved some money and thought about building a new house for his parents, buying a few acres of fields and a few small animals

Wei Bohou raised the scroll and laughed at himself, "You lost your life for him. Don't be so cold-hearted and give me some response."

It was a village that was massacred. The living people disappeared, not even the corpses.

I knelt down behind the ruins. The whole village was dead silent, and there were still white stains of blood on the corners.

They still remember that when they first broke into the illusion of Daping Township, there was fog covering everything.

The young man grabbed the soil from the ground, but it slipped from his fingertips in vain. I was completely desperate.

Wei Bohou used up his remaining strength, grabbed the scroll and stumbled into a bloody field

The scarred man touched his waist and the wound disappeared. Could it be that what just happened was all a dream?

The young man is carrying a heavy package and looking at his hometown nearby, full of expectations.

Small mist rose from the ground and flooded the village

There were shadows in the mist, and figures walked out in confusion, and they were clearly dead villagers.

The surrounding Xia scouts looked at each other with ashamed expressions, "Boss, you want to pay and escape from the army."

"Why?"

In the blink of an eye, the group of people disappeared without a trace. The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound at all.

Time continues to flow back...

The scarred man sighed a few times, the injury to his front waist was too severe, I was doubtful that I would die.

"It's bad. After fighting for so many years, it's time to take a break."

"..."

When the young man woke up, the village returned to normal, with villagers walking around everywhere.

Through the wound, you can still see the squirming internal organs, which have long lost their fresh color and become gray.

"The members of Xuannan's sect and above will definitely hunt him to the ends of the earth and to the ends of the earth until the end of the world."

"He is usually very strict, but he didn't do anything here. Don't blame you."

Xiao Jiukong's melancholy tone reminds me of the scarred man, the young man, and the little ladies who haven't had a drinking contest yet.

"Pfft."

And the hand holding the butcher's knife is under my hand.

My companions put on their weapons, kowtowed to me a few times, and then left, taking off their coats and armor as they walked.

"Kid, wake up, wake up."

Zhong Sheng led Wei Bohou, one behind the other, farther and farther away.

It's like, the injuries of being stabbed into the abdomen one after another have never happened before.

Now that the fog is coming again, it is obviously Xiao Jiukong who casts a spell, spreading all over Qimen Dunjia to recreate the illusion.

The Tang army swept through Hebei and reached the border of my hometown. I took the opportunity to return to my hometown to see my family

"Why?"

"Maybe?"

I couldn't believe it. My friend attacked me from behind and suddenly attacked me to kill me.

I threw the weapon to the ground and clasped my fists, "There is no village in the distance. Do you want to use the excuse of drinking water?"

"You idiots, if you want to escape with your life, why should I tell you that I will take you with me!"

That is the most unusual village in Hebei Province, and it is currently drowning in a sea of ​​blood.

The scarred man staggered a few steps, with a sharp knife stuck in his waist and blood gushing out like a fountain.

Going back in time...

Wei Bohou looked around for seven weeks, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, and he immediately opened the book in his hand.

The young man who fell into a breakdown cut his throat with a knife and fell to the ground dead.

"Stop talking nonsense and let's go!"

Amidst the singing, the old farmer came over with a hoe and bowed when he saw me.

……

A strange gate gushed out of the scrolls, flooding all directions like a torrent.

"Where do the guests come from?"

Each living life has no joy, anger, sorrow, laughter, anger, and curse, but the result is just a dream outside the illusion?

When I think about meeting my parents, they will always nag me, saying that I am too old and it is time for me to marry and settle down.
Chapter completed!