What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

Chapter 52 Meeting Yan Zhong Again

"Brother."

"Are we going now?"

Shen Duo's eyes were gentle, and his expression when he said this was flat and natural, as if helping him and going out with him, all of this was so natural.

It is a matter of course that they act together and stay together.

Song Xianzhi blinked his eyes, suddenly he didn't dare to look directly at the other party's eyes full of Chen Hui, he squeezed his fingers uncomfortably, avoiding his sight.

I don't know why, but Shen Duo always likes to call him senior brother before speaking.

These two ordinary words became very strange when he bit his mouth.

Maybe it was to do superficial work, or maybe it was out of some desire to tease him.In short, every time he heard him call himself that, Song Xianzhi's heart would numb.

"Now, let's do it now." After Song Xianzhi finished speaking, he lowered his head and went out of the building first.

Shen Duo followed behind him, feeling cute in his heart, so he very consciously ignored Guan Er who was like a cannonball who was about to burst into anger at any time.

After bringing Yequan to his senior brother, Shen Duo felt much more at ease, and even looked at Guan Er much more pleasing to his eyes, and could laugh away at each other's provocations.

Except for Su Wang and his son, the other people in the tulou still don't know about Yan Shu's disappearance, they are still celebrating in a hurry, and everyone's face is full of excitement and joy that they are about to escape from here.

The three of them went out without making a sound without bringing the rest of the staff.

However, as soon as they went out, the three of them realized something was wrong.

"This……"

"What about people? Didn't they say that the events of that day are repeated every day?" Guan Er looked around, puzzled.

I saw that the street was still in chaos, and it was still the mess left over from last night.

Under the collapsed building, among the scorched wood, Zhang Musen's white bones were scattered all around. On the rolled head, half of his face still had flesh and blood that had not been eaten clean, and was bitten by not-so-sharp human teeth. It was ground to pieces, leaving black blood.

Song Xianzhi seldom saw dead people, so he was very nauseated for a while, and closed his eyes forcibly suppressing the discomfort.

The spell cast by Yan Zhong is not so much a spell used to inflict on people, it is more appropriate to say that it is an array that is cast on the formation.

This Jinshui Village itself is a rare high-level magic circle. After Yan Zhong added a spell, the formation patterns of the formation changed, forming a looping trend, except for the merchants who were in the big tulou formation at that time, which were not affected. , all the things contained in the formation will show this infinitely repeating form.

Now this form has been shattered, which can only show that the big formation in Jinshui Village has been broken.

To be able to break the thousand-year-old formation here, the strength of the opponent is really incalculable, and he must be a master who is proficient in formation.

However, the destruction of the formation also means...

Song Xianzhi suddenly clenched his fingers and looked in the direction of the village entrance.

Jinshui Village is now free to enter and exit.

I don't know when the formation was broken, but how many people already know about it?

If Zuo Guang and the others found out, they might leave Yan Shu alone somewhere.

The only road that must be passed outside is full of Jing family members. Although there are people from the Qinghe sect fighting against them, they are still full of dangers. If this is the case, Yan Shu's life may be in danger.

I must catch up with them as soon as possible.

As for those villagers who have no escape formation, they must have been completely reduced to puppets of the Jing family at this moment, being manipulated by others to resist the conquest of the Qinghe Sect.

Song Xianzhi roughly explained the situation to the two people beside him, and then searched separately from three different directions.

The sword energy is like a thin needle, and it quickly shuttles people between the houses.

Jinshui Village is not that big, and the three of them only spent half a cup of tea searching every corner of the village.

Unfortunately, there were still no traces of those people.

Obviously, the opponent's magic weapon is not only to block the consciousness, but also to hide himself and his breath.

here...

Yan Shu strongly refused to ride the Pegasus with these people on the grounds of physical discomfort, and led them slowly towards his home on foot.

It is absolutely impossible to take them out of the village directly. On the only commercial road available, there are countless people from the Jing family. If they go out, they will definitely die.

Whether these people die or not is their own business, but he can't die, and he doesn't want to die.

He still wants to make amends, and he still needs to be with Senior Brother Song and Xiaohao...

Even if he tried to procrastinate, home finally arrived.

Everything from last night did not spread here at all, and everything remained in the way he was most familiar with, but the parents who were supposed to go out at this hour did not appear like yesterday.

Along the way, none of them saw anyone in the village.

Yan Shu already vaguely guessed what happened, but just like before, he was helpless.

Standing firm on the steps in front of the door, he raised his head, and saw that the sky was covered with lingering gray clouds, black ash blowing from an unknown direction, drifting down leisurely.

The trees are gradually withering, and Jinshui Village is losing vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Without the sun, bustle and fireworks, today's Jinshui Village has finally shown what it really should be.

gray.death...

Standing behind were two burly men with a height of nearly two meters, Yan Shu was stretched out and pushed, and his majestic voice was a bit ear-shattering: "Hurry up, don't try to play tricks in front of me!"

Yan Shu staggered from being pushed, slowly raised his footsteps, and walked up a short flight of stairs.

"It's here, but my father didn't tell me the exact location of the exit, so I have to look for it again."

He lied to these people before, saying that the entrance to the village had been completely sealed off, but there was a secret passage leading directly to the outside in his house, so he tricked people here.

Whether Song Xianzhi could find this place in the end, he was not sure, but if he was really going to die, it would be great to die in his own home.

He had no ability in his life, because of the lack of spiritual roots in the spiritual pool, he was unable to inherit his father's mantle. In the past two years, he was blinded by hatred and killed so many innocent people.

In just ten years of life, he has experienced ups and downs. Although he is young, he knows everything he should know about the world.

Injustice repays each other, and the cycle of cause and effect.

Up to now, he can accept whatever the final outcome is, but he hopes that the real culprit can also get the retribution he deserves.

"You'd better not lie to us, otherwise, none of us will live!" The old businessman beside him suddenly called out, bringing him back to his senses.

Before Yan Shu had time to turn his head, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his arm.

Zuo Guang twisted his arm viciously.

Then the whole person trembled nervously again, folded his hands together, and apologized to him one after another: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Yan Xiaoyou, yes, I was impatient, I'm really sorry..."

Yan Shu glanced at him, raised his hand and rubbed his arm, but did not respond.Taking a quick look, his exposed skin was already bruised and purple with several large bruises.

They were all pinched by Zuo Guang along the way.

There is something wrong with him, if something happens again, he is afraid that he will go crazy.

Yan Shu didn't dare to offend him easily, so under such circumstances, he usually chose not to speak up.

"Don't worry, I won't lie to you, I also want to live." After Yan Shu finished speaking, he pushed open the courtyard door.

The courtyard door was ajar, but it was not locked, and he opened it with a push.

It was a mess to the eye.

Farm tools and baskets were scattered everywhere. In the corners, due to the failure of the formation, the livestock had begun to rot gradually, and the stench was suffocating.

The whole yard was as messy as if it had been rummaged by someone, without the slightest tidiness and cleanliness in daily life.

Yan Shu felt something in his heart, and with a sigh of relief, he rushed to the door of the main house.

There was a lot of noise inside, and occasionally there was the sound of heavy objects being overturned and low growls.

Yan Shu's tears welled up in an instant, and the raised fingers trembled uncontrollably.

The people behind them looked at each other, passed him directly, and kicked open the door.

The light inside is dim, and there are flying fine dust everywhere.

In the messy house that was turned over, among the piles of sundries, squatted a tall and familiar figure from the back.

Tears fell down in an instant, Yan Shu couldn't make a sound, he covered his mouth tightly so as not to let himself really cry.

He no longer cries unscrupulously like a child, because there is no one who needs his attention.

No one will come to comfort him because he cries loudly.

he knows……

Unexpectedly, there was only one person squatting in this room, and everyone else was startled.

The two tall escorts immediately drew their swords and took a few steps back vigilantly.

The man didn't seem to hear the sound of the door opening, still looking down at his things, still muttering something.

This scene was undoubtedly weird, and the nerves of a few tense people suddenly felt terrified.

Zuo Guang even stretched out his hand and pinched Yan Shu again, cursing in a low voice: "You little bastard, is it all arranged by you? Isn't it!"

After finishing speaking, he twisted the flesh on Yan Zhu's arm vigorously, and twisted it hard twice.

Cold sweat broke out on Yan Zhu's painful forehead, and he subconsciously shook off his opponent's hand.

The flesh on the arm was turning red and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In front, the strange man who had been rummaging through things suddenly stopped.

Zuo Guang was emotionally agitated, so he didn't apologize anymore. He walked around in the same place for several times, and kept saying, "I want to live...I want to live..."

Several other people who were with him saw that he was a little crazy all the way, and there seemed to be something wrong with his brain, so they were already impatient, but now they heard his buzzing speech, and even alarmed the strange people in the room. Killing intent suddenly appeared in the eyes of the powerful bodyguard.

Everyone wants to protect their own lives, so of course they don't want to cause trouble at this juncture. Seeing such weird people, they just want to hide and find an exit.

However, Zuo Guang's condition seemed to be getting worse for a while, and he kept talking to himself, and his voice became more and more shrill.

Sweat broke out on the foreheads of several people.

Yan Shu didn't care about everything around him, his eyes were fixed on the familiar figure of the man.

Until a hot blood column sprayed on his face.

He turned his head a little stiffly, and saw Zuo Guang's round head spinning rapidly on the ground, blood spreading and blooming around like delicate flowers.

And before he had time to fall to the ground, blood was gurgling out from the broken neck, the heat was steaming, and Yan Zhu could even hear some bubbling and bubbling sounds.

The bodyguard who was standing not far from Zuo Guang quickly retracted his sword, wiped the blade clean with a cold face, and then retracted the scabbard.

And beside him, another bodyguard also looked on coldly, as if the one whose head had just been cut off was not a person, but a piece of wood.

Only those ordinary businessmen who followed were holding their mouths and noses tightly, not even daring to breathe normally, for fear that they would be the next to lose their heads.

Yan Shu had seen scenes that made life worse than death, so he was not afraid when he saw this situation. He just raised his hand and calmly wiped away the blood stain.

Zuo Guang turned his head a few times before stopping, but his death was too sudden, his mouth was black and purple, and he was still opening and closing.

The magic weapon to conceal the breath belonged to Zuo Guang, and now that he himself died, his magic weapon to recognize the master was free, so he ran away directly.

The two bodyguards became the leaders of the group, pushing Yan Shu and silently asking him to go forward.

Only then did Yan Shu come back to his senses, pursed his lips, but his mind was no longer dealing with them at all, but thinking about why the whole village disappeared, but his father came back here.

What is he... looking for?

Seeing that he was not moving, the two bodyguards increased their strength and pushed him again. At the same time, a cold blade touched his neck, full of threats.

As soon as Yan Shu changed his mind, he immediately staggered and fell to the ground with such strength.

When he fell, he pushed it directly to the table, and the tea set was poured on it, causing quite a commotion.

The bodyguard who killed Zuo Guang was about to split his eyes, and with a few turns of his sword, he was about to chop Yan Shu's neck in the blink of an eye.

A hand suddenly appeared at this moment, catching the snow-white sword's edge with its bare hands.

With a slight effort, the sword, which was by no means lower than the third-grade top grade, was unexpectedly broken by this hand as hard as black iron.

Yan Shu didn't need to raise his head to know that it was his father who made the move, because he was very familiar with this hand that had pulled him countless times.

Father saved him!

Yan Shu's heart beat like a drum, but unfortunately at this moment, his eyes were dry, and it was difficult for him to cry.

At this moment, he almost thought that his father had really come back.However, the moment he looked up, all his fantasies were shattered.

Yan Zhong's face was pale, his expression was in a trance, his eyes were black and red like a puppet's, without light, and without a soft smile.

There is no picture of him in it.

Yan Shu clenched his fingers tightly, closed his eyes and kept telling himself that the monster in front of him was not his father, and his father had died long ago. He must recognize the facts and stop deceiving himself.

There were sword cries and roars in my ears, but within a few breaths, those merchants fell to the ground screaming.So, he covered his ears again, unwilling to listen any more.

For the first time, he wanted to escape from all this and hide like a child who didn't understand anything.