Although Wuji was very dissatisfied with Sang Haoran and others, he was not too dirty at this time. He squatted on the ground, fiddled with the half of the head, looked at it and said, "This was injured by a firm but gentle shock. It seems that the cultivation of people should be in dzogchen during the Yuanling period."
"It is not enough to kill the whole cottage just by having a person from dzogchen in Yuanling period." Hao-ran sang shook his head, and as he spoke, he lifted his foot and walked towards the front.
At the door of the shanzhai, two headless bodies hung on it, and the door seemed to be abruptly split by heavy weapons. From the inside out, there were residual limbs and broken bones everywhere. In the past, as a sacrifice of several grave robbery gangs, Chu Yanqi had never seen a corpse, but he still felt very uncomfortable in the stomach. This was not a vendetta or robbery, but a simple massacre. The whole shanzhai, regardless of men, women and children, whether it was a cultivator or or an ordinary mortal, was all slaughtered, and most of them were incomplete bodies.
He has seen more than one child’s body.
"Damn it!" ChuYan habitat hard clenched fist, pale, just sick and uncomfortable, this time has been replaced by anger.
When he came, he really didn’t want to track down the murderer like Wuji. He just wanted to see the situation at once, so as to guard against the future. Since these people picked the cottage of Cangwu, it is naturally possible to assassinate him. Who let him be a little master of Cangwu in name?
However, at this time, Chu Yanqi changed his mind. Vengeance is not something he has never seen before, but people who are attached to the elderly and children and women are not spared, can they be counted as people? If it’s just a contest between people who cultivate immortals, the slain are not wronged.
Which cultivator didn’t climb all the way by stepping on other people’s bodies? But now, these people have slaughtered countless innocent mortals. These people are simply vicious and completely unreasonable, and it is not enough to calm his anger.
"Alfred … Alfred …" Sanchi suddenly hugged a body and cried.
ChuYan habitat walked past, the dead dress is obviously different from ordinary people, age and sanchi, presumably sanchi’s friend.
"Uncle Fu …" Little Douzi couldn’t help crying.
The faces of Sang Haoran and Sang Linhu are not good-looking. Although they endure it, it is obvious that their psychology is also uncomfortable.
"Who is he?" ChuYanQi asked.
"Uncle Fu, like Uncle Ji, is an old man who was served by the master in the early years. Later, he asked himself to take charge of the cottage and was the general manager of the two cottages here." Small beans touched a handful of tears, this just explained.
"Second childe, go to the cottage on the other side and see if there are any survivors." Chu Yanqi said, "Uncle Ji, please be sorry for your loss, and you must clean up the mess."
Sanchi also knew that this time was not the time for grief. He stood up sadly and gave Chuyan a hand, but he didn’t say anything.
Wuji walked around the shanzhai at an extremely fast speed. By this time, he had already arrived and walked beside Chu Yanqi. He said in a low voice, "Master, I checked, and there was no trace around, but-"
"But?" ChuYanQi asked.
"Look at this!" As he spoke, Wuji opened an image.
"This is …" SangLinHui also leaned in to see, that a strange logo, seems to be a flower, and like a flame, but don’t look like.
"Where is this thing?" Sanchi asked in surprise.
"First room!" Wuji said, "It was printed with blood, presumably the logo left by the murderer. Did your family ever offend people?"
"I have never seen such a sign." SangLinHui shake head a way.
Sanchi’s face is still not good-looking, and he said, "I’ll go and have a look. You’re looking around, but there are clues."
"good!" Sang Linhui promised.
Xiaodouzi followed Sanchi, and Chu Yanqi continued to walk forward. Wuji supported him and walked to a high place. He pointed to the scorched earth belching black smoke below and said, "Master, there are two cottages in Cangwu, and thousands of acres of spiritual fields are used to cultivate all kinds of medicinal materials. All the mature medicinal materials were scraped away and the seedlings were completely burned."
"It’s tough enough." Hao Qiang gritted his teeth and scolded, "If he robs, why kill all the people?"
"Everything that can be taken away has been taken away. Of course, it’s just spiritual things, ordinary gold and silver things, but nothing is moved." Wuji said again, "Now the houses and other things on the other side of the cottage are all in good condition, and no one has touched them at all, only the traces of fighting, I judge-"
"Do you judge?" ChuYan habitat to see him here, not to go on, don’t understand of ask a way.
"My judgment seems unreasonable, but according to the ready-made, it is indeed the case." Wuji said.
"No matter whether it is reasonable or not, let’s talk about it first?" ChuYanQi naturally understand, for these things, he naturally is completely don’t understand, so he can only listen to the infinite.
"Hands-on people, most of them are the realm of seven or eight days in Yuan Ling period, and the highest is Dan Ling period, and there is no infant spirits period. The number of people should be around 80 to 100, and they are good at siege and attack. " Wuji said.
"This is impossible." Chu Yunjie, who followed them, is like an invisible man these days. Many times, he kept silent and stopped talking. At this time, he couldn’t help it any longer. He was busy saying, "How can you deceive people with such a big battle?"
"I also think it is unreasonable, but in fact it is." Promise looked at ChuYunJie, said slowly.
"Let’s go to the main room and have a look." ChuYanQi said, while walking towards the first.
The wealth of the city of Cangwu is well known. Therefore, even if it is a cottage that cultivates the elixir, the first building is still magnificent. Unfortunately, at this time, it is a mess, and there are bodies everywhere. Everyone must be careful to avoid stepping on the remains.
First hall, bloody with a decorative pattern of flame logo …
Sanchi stood in the middle of the hall, gawk at the flame logo, seems to be froze, they came in, he didn’t notice.
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Chapter one hundred and thirty-three Being robbed
ChuYan habitat eyes also fell on the bloody logo, after watching so much blood and killing, he saw such a bloody thing, also calculate briefly to calm down.
"Master, if you don’t feel well, don’t look." The promise looked at his face and said in a low voice.
"I’m fine!" ChuYanQi just some really can’t accept, this time has been able to treat calmly.
"Let’s go out!" Sanchi turned around and his eyes rested on Chu Yan’s shelter. wait for a while suddenly asked, "Who are you?"
Small bean was shocked, busy holding Sanji, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, don’t scare me!" "
"Uncle Ji is sorry for your loss!" ChuYanQi some sympathy for the old man, the death of the Sanfu, for him, is a big blow, want to come this two people also grew up together, one still stay in the city of Cangwu, serving the Lord of Cangwu, one outside in the cottage to watch the elixir, is also a gravy train, if there is no change, you can rest in your later years in the future, cultivate immortality that thing, after all, it’s too far away, these two people have never been extravagant.
However, an unexpected change made Sanfu go away.
"Sorry, the old slave made a slip of the tongue!" Sanchi surrendered to ChuYan habitat arch, and walked away with small beans.
ChuYan habitat leng ran, before, sanchi never claimed to be a slave to anyone, he has already broken through the cultivation of Dan Ling period, and he is the person who waits on the Lord of Cangwu. Even in the face of Sang Haoran and others, he is just like a kind elder, although in the city of Cangwu, he is indeed a slave.
"Master, let’s go out!" Promise served ChuYanQi also went out.
By this time, Sang Haoran had driven back from another stockade.
"How?" SangLinHui face up and asked.
"It’s the same as here." Sang Haoran’s face was not good either. He shook his head with a cold face and said, "I must avenge this."
"When will your people come and clean up?" Wuji has no angry expression and no dissatisfaction. Asked very calmly.
"Are you in a hurry?" SangLinHui disgruntled said, "so many people died in our family …"
"I am only worried about the master." Promise said coldly, "such a weather. The host should not stay longer. "
Sang Haoran winked at Sang Linhui to signal him not to be impetuous, and then said, "Our people will come and deal with the aftermath before dawn. We will leave. "
Said, and he couldn’t help but look at ChuYan habitat, ChuYan habitat wrapped in a thick ferret coat, but also can’t stop the cold, in the cold wind. His face, which was smooth as jade, was flushed with cold. No matter how many secrets he has, he is just a mortal who can’t practice after all. For him, this cold weather is really suffering.
"Why don’t I let the Golden Crow Fire Cavalry escort you back to Meizhuang first?" Sang Haoran suggested.
Wuji thought for a moment, then said, "Let Mr. Sanchi go back with us. Otherwise. You don’t trust me either. "