The bright red blood dripped down the middle of the boy's head and face, and when the lights flashed, it was shocking.
The answer poured out by Ayiguli's voice completely coincided with Jiang Qian's inner guess:
"Shajin!"
Ayiguli said angrily: "It's Sha Jin! There is also a scar on the top of his head!"
At this time, Jiang Qian's mind was showing the image of Sha Jin when he first fought against him: with an khaki turban on his forehead, dressed like a monk, with a strong body, and the muscles of his exposed arms were tight, and he looked like a diligent martial arts practitioner.
Family son.
Now that I think about it, what the yellow headscarf covered was actually a nearly fatal scar...
Seeing the young Sha Jin crumbling, Jiang Qian and Ayiguli finally understood why the cause and effect mirror here was created. Of course, even if they knew, they could not interfere.
The young version of Sha Jin's body softened, and he was easily pushed away, paralyzed on the roadside.
At this time, his father had suddenly awakened from his grief and rushed towards the executioner-like little Zhuo with a ferocious face!
Xiao Zuo casually threw away the hoe that had chopped up the sand gold.
And he took out a set of more handy weapons from his back: a scimitar.
This is not the first time Jiang Qian has seen this scimitar. When he fought with Sha Jin, he almost fell into the trap of his scimitar.
Now it seems that this is the origin of this weapon.
Since the scimitar later came to Sha Jin's hands, it meant that Yuan Xi's mother and son were in danger... Jiang Qian's eyes were focused on the chaos, but he reached out and patted Ayiguli's shoulder, and whispered to her ear.
Conflict will arise later.
According to the rules of conquering the side chess, Jiang Qian needs to defeat Sha Jin one more time to complete the conquering.
But now, the pace of the chaos is rising steadily.
The father who was eager to protect his son directly activated his strength to the third state. As he moved at high speed, his killing move landed on Xiao Zhuo's head!
Under the critical situation, Xiao Zhuo showed an amazing calmness.
Instead of retreating, he advanced. The scimitar split into two and then into four with the twist of his fingers. He flew all three of them very quickly until he got rid of them all! One after another, they flew in half from different directions and angles.
The leader of the men and horses chased and killed him.
The leader in mid-air glared angrily, but with a sneer on his lips, he sneered at the scimitars surrounding him.
It can be seen that it is not difficult for him to dodge these flying knives.
Therefore, his attention was still completely focused on his target prey - his nephew Xiao Zhuo.
However, in the blink of an eye, Xiao Zhuo was gone!
In the leader's surprised eyes, the scimitar he was chasing behind him suddenly shattered, and the young man's hand stretched out from the crack, holding another scimitar.
The sharp curved blade reflected the moonlight, showing a dazzling blood color, and plunged straight into the leader's spine.
With a sound of "硁", the long knife collided with the scimitar, and the sharp weapon shattered!
The leader blocked the fatal blow from behind, but also damaged his own weapon...
He landed in a defensive posture and turned around. The sharp blade in Xiao Zuo's hand was already in front of him.
At that moment, the light of the sword reflected on the leader's face, revealing his stunned face and slightly panicked look.
Perhaps the opponent's strength completely exceeded his expectations, or perhaps it was the imminent stimulation of weapons. He could no longer maintain the calmness of being the leader of a stronghold, but instead tried his best to avoid the sharp edge and look for another opportunity to fight.
But this time he avoided it, he stepped into another trap.
The little figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the familiar scimitar poked out of the crack on the leader's side again!
The blade cut into the leader's left rib, blood spattered instantly, and the leader's huge and weird centaur body was thrown dozens of meters away.
The heavy body rubbed against the dirt road and slowly stopped. Before the leader could take a breath, the short body was close to him again.
Xiao Zuo raised the scimitar with an expressionless face...
"Don't move, kid! I'm your uncle!" the leader suddenly shouted.
As expected, this begging made the attack hesitate for two seconds.
A puzzled look appeared on Xiao Zhuo's numb face, and he frowned.
However, it was this moment of stagnation that allowed the leader to find an opportunity to backhand. He tightened his hooves, aimed at the young man's chest, and struck suddenly!
As the sound of cracks sounded, the horse's hooves that were about to explode suddenly stopped just a punch away from where Xiao Zhuo was standing.
Then, the thick horse legs fell to the ground with faint spasms.
A hidden crack appeared above the centaur leader's head, and the young man's hand holding a scimitar reached out and cut the leader's neck.
His still short figure slowly emerged from it, and then dropped the human head in his hand on the ground.
Jiang Qian and Ayi Guliguan watched this scene silently and couldn't help but frown.
The surrounding residents and guards who were still alive in the village were also watching this scene, and fear was spreading in their hearts...
Many people here have not yet identified Xiao Zhuo’s identity. All they see is this fact:
A half-grown child was going on a killing spree in the village. He killed many people like a wild beast. He kept killing people, and he also killed the leader they supported and trusted!
Now it seems that no one can stop this killing.
"Devils, monsters...help!!"
A mentally broken resident shouted and turned around and ran in the opposite direction. The next moment, his back was cut open with a machete.
He screamed and fell down, crawled, and finally died.
Everyone at the scene froze.
The threat of death makes people afraid to act rashly.
A cold light flashed in Xiao Zhuo's free hand, and a new scimitar appeared. Then, he looked around, as if he was looking for something.
His nostrils quivered in the air, sniffing like an animal.
When facing the thatched hut where Yuan Xi was imprisoned, he stopped and walked forward.
But at this moment, a hand grasped his ankle tightly.
Xiao Zhuo's cold and numb face froze once again, and when he looked down, he saw the headless leader whose head had been cut off.
Jiang Qian, who was hiding in the dark, was also paying close attention. He saw a strange luster flowing somewhere on the leader's body. The location was obscured by clothes, making it difficult to see clearly for a while.
Until the flowing luster quickly traveled through the headless leader's skin, rushed along the arm holding Xiao Zuo's ankle to the nerve endings, and touched Xiao Zuo's skin through his fingers...
Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose along the skin where the two of them were touching!
Xiao Zuo howled miserably and hurriedly broke away from the headless leader's grip. He swung his scimitar and struck back again and again, instantly cutting the headless leader's body into pieces!
In an instant, the blood mist dispersed, the fishy smell hit their noses, and everyone was frightened.
"So disgusting~" Ayiguli muttered in disgust, turned to look at Jiang Qian, and couldn't help but be startled.
Jiang Qian was still staring at the scene of violence, taking in all the pieces of flesh falling down. At this time, his eyes were faintly shining with an almost greedy light.
What excited him was not the fragmented and bloody scene, but the strange circular mark on a certain piece of meat, like an open lamprey's mouth.
--ash!
The leader turned out to be a person from Ashes, so was his behavior also affected by Ashes? In that case, who would be "that person"... When Jiang Qian was filled with doubts, Xiao Zhuo, who had climbed up from a pool of his uncle's blood, had already taken action.
He staggered towards the hut where Yuan Xi was.
Of all the people present, no one tried to stop him, and no one even tried to escape from the scene. The deep fear of death kept them firmly in place.
"mom, Mom, Mom……"
Xiao Zuo staggered towards the hut, with a faint black air lingering around his ankles. His whole body was like a leaky container, and his strength was being lost from the gap bit by bit.
At this time, no one was stationed in front of the hut. The sparks splashed in the chaos were igniting the hut. The fire was growing and the house was in danger.
Xiao Zhuo quickened his pace, rolling and crawling towards the hut!
Jiang Qian and Ayiguli's eyes followed his short figure, and it was clear that killing was not his intention, and that he was entirely focused on his mother.
"mom--"
As the hut collapsed in the fire, the short staggering figure suddenly fell in front of the hut door, with a painful and ferocious expression.
The next second, Xiao Zhuo was stunned.
The dark door shook, and a familiar figure appeared in his sight.
That person was the extremely weak Yuan Xi.
She looked around, her expression dull, and she was silent for a long time.
Until Xiao Zuo struggled to get up from the ground, hugged her body, put his arms around her shoulders, and called her name over and over again!
Mother.
This title allowed the lost mother to regain some consciousness.
She finally withdrew her sight from those tragic scenes, from the faces of people whose faces were full of fear, grief, and even resentment, and tried hard to focus on her own son.
Xiao Zhuo raised his face, focusing entirely on his mother's face. Although Jiang Qian couldn't see his expression, he could also guess his excitement at getting his wish at this moment.
Yuan Xi stretched out her hand and caressed her son's blood-stained face, with complex emotions in her eyes:
"I'm sorry...Mom, I'm sorry for you..."
But her child didn't seem to be good at expressing. He just hugged and looked at his mother, as if he could let go of all guarding as long as he was by his mother's side.
So when the dagger was inserted from behind, he was just stunned, still staring at his mother, his mouth slightly opened, as if he subconsciously wanted to express a question...
Two lines of tears fell from Yuan Xi's face and stained the blood-stained clothes.
At this point, she could no longer restrain her collapsed emotions. She pressed the arm behind her son's back with more force, and the dagger penetrated her chest and pierced her own body at the same time.
