Chapter 5 Leave

Ding Yang covered his ears hard, and his mother's gentle words seemed to echo in his ear. His heart is about to break.

He was originally gentle, but during this day, he suffered great changes. After killing the two government post, the murderous spirit in his heart has reached its peak. Now that I think of my mother's tragic death, Ding Yang's young heart can no longer keep his heart.

Ding Yang's eyes slowly turned blood-red, and the murderous spirit in his body completely lost his suppression with his mother recalling the last straw. From killing, killing Xiao, killing, and finally completely changed into evil spirit.

It seemed that he felt the evil spirit in his body. A three-inch dragon with a strong and horizontal breath appeared in his chest. With the appearance of the bloody dragon, a fierce tyrannical murderous intention surged out of his chest.

An unparalleled force poured into Ding Yang's right arm. The world in Ding Yang's eyes turned blood red. He looked at Zhang Dazhong's direction and ran up. Ah, he shouted and cut Zhang Dazhong's neck with a knife.

When Zhang Dazhong saw Ding Yang's knife cut, he did not dodge, but just transported the true breath to his chest and neck. He was ready to be stabbed by Ding Yang, and at the same time, he was stabbed by Ding Yang.

Seeing that Ding Yang's knife had been cut on his neck, Zhang Dazhong also cut Ding Yang with a knife. He aimed at Ding Yang's head and neck and imagined that he had a sound in Ding Yang's knife, and his knife split Ding Yang into two pieces at the same time.

But Zhang Dazhong did not wait for the imaginary sound, but suddenly felt that he had flown into the air. He was very puzzled that he was just a martial artist at the peak of [skin practice], and he was still far away from the [marrow-washing realm] that could fly in the air. Why did he fly?

Zhang Dazhong suddenly saw a familiar figure on the ground in the air, with a long knife in his hand. But the place where the head should be is empty.

Hey! Isn't that your own knife? The clothes are also my own. It turns out that that person is me! Wait! Why doesn't that person have a head?

- Where's my head?

This is the last question in Zhang Dazhong's life.

The little dragon breath that appeared on Ding Yang's chest closed and went back into Ding Yang's body.

Under Ding Changyong's trance gaze, Ding Yang rushed up like a madman and cut Zhang Dazhong's head into the air with a knife, but he was also stabbed by Zhang Dazhong.

After all, Zhang Dazhong is a martial artist who is about to enter the [bone practice]. Although the dying knife lost his head, he still injured Ding Yang.

Ding Yang had a three-inch-long knife on his shoulder, and blood soaked the clothes on his chest. But he ignored it, as if it was not himself who was injured. The red light flashed in his eyes, and the expression on his face was stiff and distorted, and he stood straight in place.

Ding Changyong looked at Ding Yang like this, and his heart thumped. He remembered that a martial artist had told him a similar situation. It seemed that if he did not wake up from the enchanted state in time, he might not be able to recover.

Ding Changyong did not dare to speak loudly for fear of scaring Ding Yang and shouted softly:

"Ayang-Ayang-"

Ding Yang still has no response.

Ding Changyong continues to try:

"Ayang - Do you still remember Ding Li? That's... It's the one you call him "Brother Li"..."

The red light in Ding Yang's eyes jumped, as if he had a little reaction to the name, but soon returned to its original appearance.

Ding Changyong gasped a few times, his eyes tilted in the direction of Ding Yang's house, and suddenly shouted:

"Ding Yang! What's your mother calling you--"

"Mother--"

Ding Yang suddenly shouted, hugged his head with both hands, knelt on the ground in pain, and cried loudly.

Ding Changyong fell aside feebly and quietly watched Ding Yang cry. At this time, Ding Yang really looked like a normal child.

Ding Yang cried for a long time. When he raised his head again, his eyes had returned to a dark color.

He looked up and saw Ding Changyong lying on the ground. He quickly ran over and hugged Ding Changyong's waist and shoulders, and was about to help Ding Changyong up.

Who knew that under this hug, there was no hug. Ding Yang tried hard again, but still didn't hold it.

Ding Yang had no choice but to slowly put Ding Changyong down. At this time, Ding Yang felt the severe pain in his lower abdomen, and the strength of his whole body seemed to have disappeared.

Ding Yang thought that he only took off his strength this time and could slowly recover after a while, but he didn't expect that his natural strength would not recover for a long time.

Ding Chang's courage was already very weak. The roar that woke up Ding Yang just now exhausted his last bit of strength. Ding Yang put his ear to his mouth and heard his intermittent weak voice:

"Ayang... I... I... I don't... OK, you are... we... the most... last... alone in the village... no... no... don't... revenge... live well... live...

Ding Yang looked at Ding Changyong's gradually cool body and silently lowered his head.

He knew what Ding Changyong meant before his death. He was already the only survivor in Dingjia Village. Ding Changyong hoped that he could live well and didn't want him to take revenge. In Ding Changyong's opinion, it is no different from going to the government office or even the governor to avenge him.

Ding Yang also knows this, and he also knows that these murderers are the people who chase and kill Yan Tieyi, and according to Yan Tieyi, the biggest behind the scenes is the Governor of Nanyuan.

Ding Yang doesn't know how powerful Governor Nanyuan is, but he knows that people like Zhang Dazhong may not even count as an ant in the eyes of Governor Nanyuan.

But it was this ant that almost killed him. I can't imagine how difficult the road to revenge is.

However, his hometown, villagers, partners and his closest mother are enough for him to give his life and everything. If he can't take revenge, what's the point of living?

But if you want to take revenge, you must have enough strength. Only with strong power can you take revenge. Ding Yang suddenly remembered the [Blood Dragon] on Yan Tie. Didn't Yan Tieyi say that it was a divine object cultivated by martial artists? With it, he can quickly practice to a high level.

Ding Yang ran into the mountain forest and ran directly to the cave.

The scene in the cave was the same as when Ding Yang left. Ding Yang opened Yan Tieyi's clothes, and a skin made of animal skin was exposed. Ding Yang's eyes lit up, and he took out the things in his leather bag with trembling hands.

A few big Chu knife coins, a few pieces of paper painted like ghost symbols (later I knew it was a gold ticket), two white jade bottles, a black bronze medal, a silk silk...

Ding Yang shook the mouth of his skin down and again. On Yan Tieyi's body, he carefully searched his clothes and found every inch of the whole cave - no.

Ding Yang left the cave full of doubt and took away the leather bag and what was inside.

Back to the village, Ding Yang gathered the bodies of the villagers scattered on the street. He has lost a lot of power now, and this work is simply impossible for a child to complete.

Ding Yang did not flinch. He clenched his teeth, found a wooden-wheeled flatbed car, pulled, dragged and carried it on his back with his young body, and moved one body after another to the cart and pulled it to the center of the village.

Once, twice, three times... Ding Yang forgot the time, forgot the hunger, and the nails of his hands were cracked. The flesh and blood were blurred, and the pain in his heart. Ding Yang ignored it at all. He just buried his head mechanically pulled and moved. From afternoon to dusk, from dusk to night, from night to late at night. Until the sky was slightly bright.

More than 200 bodies were piled up in the central open space of the village, like a hill, and Ding Changyong's body was placed on the top. Even the corpses of Zhang Dazhong and the fat and thin Erya are also piled up together.

Ding Yang piled up all the dry firewood in the house around the body, and found a few cans of lamp oil in several nearby villagers' homes.

The fire ignited, and Ding Yang kowtowed three heads to the fire.

Back to his home, Ding Yang moved his mother's body to the car. He pulled the car all the way to a grave in the woods outside the village. In front of the grave stood a wordless blue stone, which was his father's grave.

Ding Yang dug up his father's grave with a spate with his bloody hand, wrapped his mother's body with a roll of mat, and put down next to his father's coffin. Fill the grave again.

He kowtowed three times in front of his parents' grave. When he left the grave, Ding Yang's eyes were full of vitality, and the original silent and numb eyes had disappeared.

Ding Yang knows that from now on, he will have no relatives and home, and he can only go forward by himself in the future. In the future, he will be his own heaven and earth, and an eight-year-old child will fully support his own world.

Once relieved from grief, Ding Yang regained his calm and meticulous character. I want to leave here as soon as possible. Although the governor and the black armor guard have left, I have killed three government guards. Someone will definitely come back to look for them. If I stay here, there will be a great danger.

Ding Yang quickly returned to the village, changed all the bloody clothes on his body, and took two clothes to change, more than a dozen black-faced nests, together with the skins found on Yan Tieyi's body, and some money found on Zhang Dazhong's three people, and made a package.

Afraid of meeting the family who came to look for Zhang Dazhong, he did not dare to take the road leading to the town and county, but left Dingjia Village along a secret and difficult path.

What Ding Yang didn't notice was that just as he left along the path, several powerful breaths flashed over his head. Several groups of innate strong people arrived at Dayuan Mountain and searched in the mountain for several days, but they could not find the breath that shocked them. For this reason, several groups of congenital strong people still clashed, and several battles made the mountain unable to calm down for a few days.

Just two hours after Dingyang left, more than a dozen men dressed up outside the village, holding knives and sticks, searched in the village for a while. Only the huge extinguished fire was found, but no trace of Zhang Dazhong. The government office got nothing, so they simply set a fire in the village and set the whole Dingjia village on fire. Since then, there has been no Dingjia Village in Chu.

PS: Ding Yang left Dingjia Village, and the vast world was about to open up in front of him, and ** was about to come.