Gu Chunuan said, "So, as soon as the Lan Banner attack started, they wanted to massacre Xiaohe Village."
Ye Feng staggered and almost lost his balance.
He knew that even if he got back the Soul-Breaking Bell, Lan Banner Master would not let him go.
Regardless of whether he can return with the Soul-Breaking Bell or not on that day, Lan Banner Master is determined to massacre the entire population of Xiaohe Village.
Blame him...
It's all his fault, he shouldn't have taken his mother-in-law to Xiaohe Village.
If he doesn't go to Xiaohe Village, nothing will happen to Xiaohe Village.
Gu Chunuan looked at the gloomy Ye Jinghan and continued, "So, when Lan Banner Master appeared at Baiyun Temple, Ye Jinghan sent people to quickly support and protect Xiaohe Village, but it was just a step too late."
Xiao Yuxuan didn't know much about the situation, so he could only say, "The God of War's men arrived yesterday, but it's a pity it's too late."
Rumble...
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and muffled thunder sounded one after another.
As if knowing their mood, God also shed tears. The heavy rain fell, hitting the blood of the corpses on the ground, and also hit the hearts of Ye Feng and others.
The rain and blood converged into larger rivers, meandering.
The breeze brings snow and I hold up an umbrella to block the cold night scene.
Ye Jinghan's lips twitched, wanting Xue Xue to give Gu Chunuan an umbrella, but Fu Guang was already one step ahead.
In the heavy rain, Ye Feng's legs weakened and he knelt down in front of the dead villagers and cried.
He blamed himself and felt guilty. With trembling hands, he picked up the bodies lying in a pool of blood and placed them side by side.
Then he used his own hands to dig a hole at the end of the village.
The fingers of his hands were all covered with blood. Ye Feng didn't know it. He just dug numbly and repeated the same action.
On rainy days, the pit he dug was quickly washed away by the rain, but he tirelessly continued to repeat it, as if only by constantly digging the hole could his heart, which was riddled with holes, feel better.
Gu Chunuan and others wanted to help, but they were all rejected by Ye Feng. They could only watch helplessly as he stubbornly confessed his sins in the heavy rain.
Xiao Yuxuan said sadly, "What should I do? There are so many corpses. How can he dig them all with his own hands?"
Gu Chunuan turned his palm and found a silver needle in his hand. He came to Ye Feng step by step and was about to pierce it into his sleeping hole.
Suddenly, Ye Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the bright red blood sprinkled in the pit, forming a coquettish picture.
"Bang……"
His already seriously injured body could no longer hold on and he fainted on the spot.
Xiao Yuxuan limped forward and said depressedly, "Can't you be gentler?"
Gu Chunuan screamed that he was wronged, "He passed out before I even made a move. It's not my fault."
As Gu Chunuan spoke, he helped Ye Feng up. After placing his right hand on his pulse, Gu Chunuan looked a little ugly.
"Qi and blood surge up, anger attacks the heart, and worry becomes a disease."
"Then what……"
"Then if he is not treated, his life will be over."
Several people struggled to carry Ye Feng away.
The corpses of the people in Xiaohe Village were also hastily buried by Ye Jinghan's men.
By the time Ye Feng woke up, two full days had passed.
Beside the big grave at the head of Xiaohe Village, Ye Feng was curled up, hugging his thin body tightly, his eyes dull.
He has been sitting here for a long time, but he didn't say a word and kept maintaining the same posture. No one knew what he was thinking.
It rained heavily on the day of the burial.
Today the sky is clear and clear.
Gu Chunuan held an oil-paper umbrella to cover the sun and came slowly from far to near.
A man and a woman, sitting and standing together, the picture is beautiful.