wicked immortal

On one side of the corpse, there were bloodstains overflowing, soaking the snow-white sheets, and the large bloodstains made one's heart palpitate.

"Master Ma, my condolences have changed." Mrs. Chen walked over and said softly.

"My condolences, one of my sons died too." Master Xiao sighed, with a sad expression on his face.

Master Ma raised his head and stared blankly at Mrs. Chen. Suddenly, he knelt down in front of Mrs. Chen and kowtowed desperately. After a few "boom bang", Master Ma's forehead was already dripping with blood. Unable to hold back, still struggling desperately to kowtow.

"Master Ma, Master Ma, what are you doing? You killed me..." Seeing Master Ma chasing after her and kowtowing, Mrs. Chen panicked, stepped back again and again, and waved her hands.

"I'm not human, I'm not human... I'm the one who killed Huahua, I'm the one who killed Huahua... If I'd listened to your Wan family earlier... Huahua wouldn't have left, Huahua... Huahua, my Huahua ah……"

Master Ma patted the ground, crying loudly.When the old man cried, a group of family members also cried, and the yard was in chaos.

Mr. Ma has seven sons, and he has a daughter when he is old. He treats him like a jewel in his heart and takes good care of him. However, in this mob incident, 13-year-old Huahua was raped by the mob, which shows how heavy the blow was to him.

In fact, Master Ma also lost three of his sons, but he didn't feel much about the deaths of his sons, except that he was heartbroken over the death of his youngest daughter, Huahua.

Chen Shi sighed, and left after a few words of comfort.

At the beginning, when Chen came to Wanjia, she came with the attitude of a winner, and even had a feeling of schadenfreude, but when she saw the miserable situation of Ma's family, she suddenly felt a sense of loss of interest.

"Zhao Yuan, you are right... what are you thinking?"

On the way back, Chen, who was sighing all the way, talked to Zhao Yuan, but found that Zhao Yuan looked indifferent.The Chen family naturally didn't know that the tragic situation of the Wan family aroused Zhao Yuan's thoughts.Compared with the Zhao family that was almost wiped out, the Wan family is very, very lucky.

"It's nothing." Zhao Yuan calmed down instantly, and said calmly.

"Well, as long as it's okay, I believe that after the news spread this time, there shouldn't be large-scale mobs attacking Xujiaqiao." Chen didn't ask, and glanced at Xujiaqiao, who was still chasing mobs around, and gently sighed.

"Yeah, mobs aren't stupid either."

"Let's go, let's go home, Linger is still worried."

Chen's expression faded, and he didn't say much, and went straight back to Wan's house.

At sunset, the battle at Xujiaqiao was completely over.

The Wanjia workers had been chasing and killing them for dozens of miles. Later, even the people of Xujiaqiao also participated in the chasing and killing, following the footprints left by the mobs. The snow-covered wilderness seems to be covered with a blood-colored coat.

The sky finally darkened, and the earth fell into peace. The hunting team returned to Xujiaqiao one after another, and began to clean up the mess.

The loss of Xujiaqiao this time can be described as disastrous. Countless houses were burned down. Fortunately, most of the houses in Xujiaqiao are of masonry structure and are not easy to burn.

In addition to the huge loss of property, the number of deaths exceeded [-], and more than [-] people died in the Wan family alone.

In Xujiaqiao, almost every family wears mourning, and there are sad cries everywhere.

It's been a sleepless night.

Relatively speaking, Wanjia's losses were the smallest. Apart from dozens of casualties, there was almost no loss of property.

The Wan family was slaughtering pigs and goats to celebrate, but Chen couldn't be happy because Wan Ziyu was injured.

Wan Ziyu was seriously injured, and a flying sword pierced through his abdomen. If he hadn't had a strong spiritual body protection, Wan Ziyu would have fallen to death outside the barren mountains.

After Wan Ziyu returned home, he immediately went into the secret room for retreat. Mrs. Chen sent all the spar pills in the family's collection into the secret room...

Chen's unhappiness did not affect the East Court's celebration.

In the eyes of the workers, Zhao Yuan is a hero, a civilian hero who gets along with them day and night.

Beside the well in the east courtyard, a bunch of bonfires were burning ragingly. The flames of the bonfire rose several feet, dispelling the darkness and coldness of the night.

Beside the bonfire, there is a large cauldron in a circle. In the cauldron, there are large pieces of pork and mutton. The oily flowers are tumbling, exuding a tempting aroma. People drink happily, celebrate their survival, and curse at those mob.Some people sang some thick and vague folk songs, and some people talked nonsense and became drunk. The entire east courtyard, like a festival, dilutes the shadow of death.

Zhao Yuan didn't know about Wan Ziyu's serious injury. He liked to drink and eat meat with the workers. He liked their simplicity, their simplicity, their rudeness, and their straightforwardness.

Zhu Dapao was also in the east courtyard, stumbling around among the crowd with a wine jug in his hand, his eyes dim with drunkenness.Many people toasted him, and he never refused.

The workers were very happy that Zhu Dapao could drink in the East Yard. In fact, Zhu Dapao had never had a drink or a meal in the East Yard for decades.

Chefs Luo and Chef Lei were around the campfire, finishing a hoisted fat pig, each using a butcher's knife to show off their ability to cut the meat, and competed to see who could cut it faster.The butcher's knife fluttered up and down, and under the cold light, strips of pork were thrown into the soup pot, splashing the soup, which splashed into the campfire, and immediately rose a steaming mist. The aroma was compelling, and the workers shouted and shouted cheers.

Guo Futou did not drink and eat meat, but chopped wood in a muffled voice to add firewood to the bonfire.Guo Futou suffered a slight injury, his ear was hit by a brick and nearly torn, but this injury was nothing to him, he didn’t take it seriously, he just disinfected it, and asked a veterinarian for a few stitches. It's okay.

Xu San appeared in the East Courtyard for the first time, sitting next to Zhao Yuan, with a look of pride on his face - Zhao Yuan was the one he introduced to the Wanjia East Courtyard, and he has something to be proud of.

……

East courtyard, simple, original and happy.

Looking at this warm picture, he was a little lost.

If there is no blood feud, he might choose to die here. He likes this atmosphere.

The celebration banquet didn't end until early in the morning. The workers got drunk one by one, helped each other into the room and went to sleep, leaving Mrs. Luo and Mrs. Lei and a few handymen to clean up the mess.

Guo Futou was still chopping firewood in a muffled sound.

"Axe, why don't you rest?" Zhao Yuan, who was sitting by the edge of the well, saw that Guo Futou was a little strange.shouted.

"Don't worry about it," Guo Futou replied.

"..." Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded, Guo Futou had never treated him like this before.

"Xiao Zhao, let him be quiet, hey... poor..." Sister Luo, who was cleaning up the cauldron, shook her head and sighed.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhao Yuan immediately noticed.

"The target of Guo's ax is dead." Mrs. Lei walked to Zhao Yuan's side, whispering in her ear.

Zhao Yuan's heart sank, he knew without guessing that the girl must have died at the hands of the mob.Zhao Yuan did not go over to comfort Guo Futou, he also found an ax and accompanied Guo Futou to chop wood.

In this weather, apart from chopping wood with an axe, there are no flies to vent.

The two men did not speak, and silently split the firewood.

Time passed bit by bit, the east courtyard had been cleaned up, even Mrs. Luo and Mrs. Lei greeted her and went to sleep, while Zhao Yuan and Guo Futou were still chopping dry wood desperately, and both of them took off their clothes , revealing a body of strong muscles.

Finally, Guo Futou spoke.

"Zhao Yuan, why do you have so many injuries?" Guo Futou asked in surprise, looking at the criss-crossing scars on Zhao Yuan's body.

"It was bitten by a dog, it was hit by someone else, it was scratched by a beast, this one was scratched by falling from the mountain..."

Guo Futou stared blankly at the scars on Zhao Yuan's body and said nothing.

"In a person's life, except for death, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome." Zhao Yuan looked at Guo Futou indifferently.

"En." Guo Futou responded, turned back and walked to the kitchen, and took out a jug of wine. "This is from Chef Luo's collection."

"Chef Luo's collection...then you..."

"Drink it and drink it, maybe he still dares to ask me to pay for it!" Guo Futou rolled his eyes and said in a low voice.

ps: There is another chapter at 12 o'clock in the evening! !