"this… "
When Lin Fan and the others passed by a certain village, they found that the place had become ruins, with corpses everywhere, and many disheveled women, who had obviously suffered some kind of torture during their lifetimes.
"Cousin, are they encountering bandits?" Zhou Zhongmao frowned.
Although he likes not to leave whole corpses for his enemies, he generally won't do anything to ordinary people. This is Zhou Zhongmao's bottom line.
Feng Boliu couldn't bear to see this: "Okay, this is the world. Tragedies happen every moment. We are just passers-by, so don't worry too much."
"Why are you so indifferent?" Lin Fan looked at Feng Boliu and said, "It's okay if I found you timid before. But when you encounter this kind of thing, you can talk about it so easily. Do you have any sympathy at all?"
Feng Boliu said: "You sound like you have sympathy. You massacred more ruthlessly than anyone else. That branch was destroyed at the drop of a hat, and I didn't see you showing any mercy."
"Fart, can that be the same? I can clearly distinguish the difference between bad guys and ordinary people." Lin Fan retorted, today's turmoil is just to fight with him.
Feng Boliu seemed to be recalling something, and his tone became a little depressed: "Good people and bad people, everything is self-definition. If you ask me, there are no good people or bad people in this world. Everything is centered on myself. We just want to live each other’s lives.”
"What? If you have something on your mind, you can tell it. Maybe I can help you analyze it." Lin Fan saw Feng Boliu's expression and knew that he had a story and wanted to hear it.
"I… "
Sudden.
In the quiet village, the wood creaked only when it was burned, but just now, they heard a slight cough.
"There is someone." Lin Fan said.
Feng Bo Liu was alert, and then a circle of gray internal energy spread out. The "Insect Control Technique" controlled the insects and sensed the movement in the ruins.
"There." Feng Boliu pointed at the collapsed ruins.
Zhou Zhongmao stepped forward, ignored the burning wood, and grabbed it directly.
Pieces of wood were lifted, clearing a passage.
Soon, Lin Fan and Feng Boliu were shocked by the scene in front of them.
Two corpses were lying on the ground. The two corpses had been burned black, and their faces could be vaguely seen, but they were also burned beyond recognition by the flames.
Zhou Zhongmao opened the two corpses and saw a wooden board on the ground. The coughing sound just now came from under the wooden board.
The moment the cousin lifted the wooden board, a sharp dagger suddenly struck from the dark space.
Very slow.
For a true master, the speed of this stabbing is no different from a snail crawling.
Zhou Zhongmao did not fight back, but took a few steps back: "Come out."
Lin Fan and Feng Boliu looked at each other, obviously not expecting that anyone was still alive.
Soon, from the dark cellar, a pair of immature and black-ash-stained hands stretched out.
"Child… "
Lin Fan didn't expect it to be a child.
The girl is young, probably eight or nine years old.
The hair was very long, but it was curled up at the ends, and it was obviously burnt.
The exposed skin was red, as if it had been burned, and the skin was broken and there were many blisters.
His face was covered with black ash, and his eyes were full of fear.
"Being able to survive is already a matter of luck." Feng Boliu said.
Lin Fan said: "Children, what exactly happened here? Who did these?"
The little girl said nothing and kept looking at Lin Fan and others.
Sudden.
When the little girl saw the two burned black corpses next to her, tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.
Feng Boliu said: "Let's go, it's enough for us to rescue her. The next thing she has to do is depend on her. Whether she lives or dies, everything depends on whether God will provide her with food. We have caused so much trouble ourselves." , and I don’t know that one day I will face an invincible enemy.”
Feng Boliu held the horse's rope and wanted to leave, but found that Lin Fan remained there motionless, staring at the little girl.
He admitted that the little girl was pitiful.
But there are many poor people in the world, and they cannot be pitied at all.
"Mr. Lin, I have never thought that you have the heart of a holy mother." Feng Boliu said.
Lin Fan said: "Really? I don't feel it. I just feel that something needs to be done. If you are saying that I am kind, then I admit it. I am indeed a kind person. Are you right?"
Feng Bo Liu was speechless and didn't know how to answer this question.
If you are really kind, then there really will be no bad people in this world.
"Little girl, do you want to come with me?" Lin Fan looked at the other party, waiting for the other party's choice.
The little girl looked at Lin Fan, and then looked at the once beautiful village that had become the ruins it is now. She didn't know how much damage the beating heart of her little body had suffered.
nodded.
"Okay, get on his horse and take you out of here." Lin Fan said, then pulled the horse's rope and walked slowly forward.
"Hey, why do you want to get on my horse?" Feng Boliu shouted, what kind of thing is this? You are the one who wants to take the person away, but now you want to put the person on my horse, there is no such thing.
Lin Fan said: "Give you a chance to be kind. Since you said I am the Holy Mother, I will give you a chance to show it."
Feng Boliu smiled bitterly, and then pulled the little girl up: "Sit down, don't fall down."
When Feng Boliu's palm fell on the little girl's shoulder, the pain on the little girl's body was relieved, feeling cool and not so painful for the little girl who suffered the burn.
Under Feng Boliu's eyelids, there was a hint of helplessness.
This reminded him of his time in Worm Valley. They were also adopted by the old master, and everyone's experience was miserable.
Let’s just say that he is a troubled person and has never seen what his parents look like in his life.
"Drive!" Feng Bo Liu pulled the horse's rope.
Lin Fan smiled. The martial arts techniques he and his cousin practiced were all for killing people. They had never learned the techniques to heal people. However, this was not always the case. As a master in Worm Valley, how could he not Learned.
The little girl held Feng Boliu's arm and looked behind her. That was her village. Her mother and grandmother stayed there, as well as many friends.
After a long time.
A small army appeared in front of them, numbering several hundred.
These troops walked in disorder, carrying long spears, and carrying many things in their hands, including chickens, ducks, and some tied pigs to their spears. Then the two of them put their shoulders on their shoulders and walked happily.
When the little girl saw these people, she clutched her burned arm with both hands. Even though it hurt, she held back. Tears rolled in her eyes and blood flowed down her arm.
Feng Boliu felt that the little body in front of him was trembling, and he obviously understood what was going on.
These are the troops of King Wutong.
Lin Fan rode past these troops.
When the soldiers in the army saw these horsemen, they were also stunned. Apparently they did not expect that anyone would dare to pass in front of them so calmly.
Lin Fan squinted his eyes. When he passed by the leading army, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked with a wide smile: "I want to ask you something, did you destroy the villages in the rear?"
The leader of this army is Bo Chang, who can lead hundreds of people. He is carrying a roast chicken in his hand, his mouth is full of greasy food, and he is walking towards Lin Fan with a fierce look: "We are the army under King Wutong, who are you?" Man, we destroyed that village, what’s wrong?”
"Nothing, I like people who tell the truth, so why don't you just die?"
brush!
A stream of light flashed.
Lin Fan drew the knife and then sheathed it so fast that the naked eye could no longer capture the knife.
Poof!
A human head slowly separated, and then a column of blood shot into the sky, staining the ground red.
stunned.
All the soldiers were dumbfounded.
To them, it looked like they were seeing a ghost.
The uncle was killed.
They couldn't believe that their uncle, who was fine at first, died like this.
Rage points +66.
Rage points +77.
Rage points +66
…
When the little girl saw the scene in front of her, her eyes widened, as if she hadn't expected it.
Uproar!
The soldiers all reacted.
"The uncle was killed."
"He killed the uncle and captured him. We can't let them escape."
"Damn it, how dare you attack us. We are all soldiers of King Wutong. Do you want to die?"
Lin Fan didn't pay attention to the clamor of these soldiers at all.
In his opinion, these are like mosquitoes buzzing in his ears, so annoying, really annoying.
"Cousin, take them down and tie them all to the tree. Don't kill them." Lin Fan said.
"I know, cousin." Zhou Zhongmao responded, then dismounted and looked at the struggling little ants with a sneer.
"It's really troublesome to have to hold back when dealing with you."
boom!
The words just fell.
Zhou Zhongmao rushed directly into the crowd.
These hundreds of troops are irresistible to ordinary people, but they are far from enough for the truly strong.
To the hundred-man army, Zhou Zhongmao was like a violent beast. They could not resist it at all, and there was not even a trace of room for resistance.
Wailed.
Screaming.
Even though Zhou Zhongmao had kept his hand, it was really troublesome to control his power. Occasionally, he would still blow up one or two soldiers.
The scene shocked the soldiers directly.
too scary.
It's really scary.
It didn't take long.
The wailing stopped, and all the soldiers were tied to the trees.
There are a lot of trees here. One person is tied to a tree, so densely packed that it looks a bit shocking.
Lin Fan stood there and said, "If you look at my face clearly, you won't know who did it until you die."
Rage points +66.
Rage points +66.
…
Although the number of rage points is small, fortunately there are enough.
"Let us go."
"We are soldiers of King Wutong, please let us go quickly."
They roared, even though their noses and faces were bruised and swollen, but at this time, they felt that the smell of death had enveloped them.
(End of chapter)