Everywhere was pitch black, with incomplete houses and scattered flames burning fiercely in various parts of the village.
All the calmness and harmony have dissipated, and a strong smell of blood has permeated the air.
Shen Yanxiao found it difficult to connect the tragic scene in front of her with such a simple and unadorned small village. Based on the news from Zhuque, she walked towards the direction where Zhuque was located. Along the way, she saw the bodies of many villagers, the lifeless ones lying quietly on the ground, and the soil beneath them had been stained red with blood.
Many of these villagers have met Shen Yanxiao once, and Shen Yanxiao can even clearly remember that the uncle who fell by the wall once enthusiastically stuffed her with two hot Mantou.
The pure and honest smiles of the villagers seem to still be in front of them, but they will never wake up.
Shen Yanxiao's brow furrowed. Although she had always felt that this village was very strange, it was difficult for her to have any resentment towards these villagers.
She has seen countless dark sides of time, but still cherishes those positive things.
The more precious something is, the more precious it is.
Shen Yanxiao's heart felt a little heavy, and only after seeing Zhuque could she know what had happened in this small village!
Soon, Shen Yanxiao found Zhuque behind a dilapidated thatched hut.
Zhuque's small body crouched on the wall, staring excitedly at a certain place.
Shen Yanxiao walked over and the little phoenix crouching on the head of the Vermilion Bird immediately noticed her appearance, flapping its wings joyfully.
Zhuque turned her head to look at Shen Yanxiao and made a silent snort arrogantly, then hooked her white and tender fingers.
Shen Yanxiao frowned and walked over to Zhu Que, following Zhu Que's line of sight and looking not far away.
Uncle Jiu hugged his back and stood not far away, covered in scars all over his body. He was panting heavily, relying on the crutch in his hand to barely support his body.
Across from Uncle Jiu, there was a young boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, who was exceptionally delicate and handsome. Although he was still young, it could be seen that he would grow into a stunning young man in the future. Unfortunately, there was no expression on the handsome face of this young boy, and there was hardly any fluctuation in his cold eyes. He stood straight across from Uncle Jiu, his hands hanging on both sides of his body, with ten fingers full of blood. Red blood droplets dripped down his fingertips and landed on the two corpses lying at his feet.
The two bodies were both villagers from this village, and their chests were forcibly pulled out with a hole. The hearts that were taken out were now squeezed in the hands of the young man.
Shen Yanxiao has seen many world-class assassins in his past life. When they kill, their expressions do not fluctuate at all, but the most important thing is their eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and whether a person's emotions fluctuate depends mainly on their eyes. Even the top assassins find it difficult to be completely unaware. However, the beautiful young man in front of him has a layer of frost in his eyes, without any change.
Who is that little devil? "Shen Yanxiao rarely saw someone so ruthless, and the other person seemed to be about the same age as her body. It's hard to imagine how young she could be so ruthless.