Chapter 347 Long Life 13

The intensity of the old village head's breath from the light is stronger than Qin Yan in his heyday, and he has probably reached the realm of Tianyuan. All the shadows were hidden in the light and dissipated quickly like spring snow.

Just a few zombies, just move your muscles and bones, and you can do it.

Qin Yan just breathed a sigh of relief, but then he heard Xinxian say, "Uncle, you guessed wrong. Zhao Zhiping and others are not the opponents of the village head's grandfather at all. Ha ha, now, you should have something to say to me, right?

Qin Yan doubted, "What did you say?"

Xinxian blinked his eyes and said, "Hurry up and please me! I can see this kind of shame that you left your companions and ran away alone. Brother Rabbit will be very sad to know it. Also, you have been caught by a zombie, and you may become a zombie at some point. If the news spreads, everyone will definitely tie you up and burn you!"

"No one will believe you."

Xinxian narrowed his eyes and looked over: "Hee hee, I naturally have a way to make them believe. Uncle, if you dare to talk to me like this again, the consequences will be very serious!"

Qin Yan looked at her serious appearance, and his heart was still a little guilty. He wanted to say a few good words anyway, so he said, "Sister Xianer, you are so beautiful and touching. I don't know what words to use to describe you. No one can resist your charm..."

Xinxian nodded his head and wrapped the corners of his clothes on his slender fingers with a smile, showing a little shyness, but said slowly, "You can't just pay attention to the appearance. Is there nothing to praise inside me?"

Qin Yan cursed a few words and said, "Your broad mind, noble quality and extraordinary martial arts skills are deeply amazing! No matter where you are, you are a lonely light on the sacred top of the snowy mountain, which makes people admire..."

"Okay, you don't mind saying that. For the sake of being so sensible, I will barely forgive you!"

“......”

When the two returned to the village, they saw a messy scene like a storm. There are decadent walls everywhere, and the broken limbs are buried in the bricks and tiles between the walls, some of which are pale and corrupt, and some are still bleeding out. Along the way, they saw at least 30 bodies, and their dying postures and faces were distorted, as if they were depicting deep despair with an invisible pen.

Qin Yan was silent, and his mood became darker and darker.

The deaths of these people can be counted on the heads of silver ghosts, and even he can't get rid of it. No matter how many reasons you put your sins on the decent people, you can't escape the guilt from the depths of your soul, and you can't suppress your depression.

These kind and innocent people treated themselves warmly with wine and food a few days ago. Now they are lying in the mud and have become a mutilated cold corpse.

The beauty and fragility of life, like flowers withering in the cold wind, can't help sighing.

It is gratifying that Liu Wanyun and Ye Piaoling are fine. Qin Honghun hid behind them, and a pair of small eyes looked around sneakily, looking intact. Fang Qiuyao seemed to be slightly injured, with a white cloth wrapped around his shoulder, and there was a little red inside. But he still clenched his sword and stayed beside Ye Piaoling.

The old village head is coughing. His back was almost bent, his white hair completely lost its luster, and the brown spots on his face were more obvious, as if they were dozens of years old. He stood on the steps, coughing and commanding people to rescue the villagers who were crushed by the broken wall. The thin figure seemed to fall down at any time.

It's hard to believe that the tsunami-like momentum just now came from this old body.

When Qin Yan walked over, the rescue work was coming to an end, and the old village head began to count the number of people. Ye Piaoling was very surprised to see Qin Yan and strode forward and said, "Yulang, are you all right?" He looked around Qin Yan a few times and turned to Xin Xianhu suspiciously, "Didn't this girl embarrass you?"

'Of course, she embarrassed me fiercely.' Qin Yan said in his heart, but what came out of his mouth was another saying: "No, Miss Xin's ancient Tao is warm-hearted and has been protecting me to come here..."

Liu Wanyun opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

Ye Piaoling* looked at Xin Xian again: "Wha! This girl actually changed her character..." He muttered softly, suddenly bowed and punched Xinxian with a solemn face and said solemnly, "Miss Xin, thanks to you for protecting Brother Han today. I used to misunderstand you. Please forgive me!"

Xinxian waved her hand and smiled indifferently, "It doesn't matter. I also have a lot of offended Brother Rabbit!"

Hearing her still the same frivolous name as before, Ye Piaoling's face changed slightly. After looking at her for two seconds, he nodded and turned back silently.

At this time, the village head had finished ordering the number of people, looked around the miserable situation, covered his mouth with one hand and coughed, without any expression on his face. The moans of the wounded came intermittently, the villagers looked sad, and the air was filled with sadness.

More than a dozen people who were scratched and bitten by zombies are now in a state of coma and tied to wooden pillars aside. There were firewood piles under them, and the eyes of the old village head slowly floated over them, and his eyes overflowed with grief.

In order to prevent the corpse poison from spreading again, these people must be burned to ashes.

Many people began to understand this. They looked at the old and indifferent face of the old village head who endured grief and kept silent.

There were low sobs and pleadings from the crowd, but to no avail. He has just experienced a fierce battle with those vicious enemies, and few people will be soft-hearted at this time unless they are close relatives.

Among the tied wounded, a burly bald man suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and his arm struggled, shaking the pillar behind him. Two nearby patrols took a few steps forward with steel forks. The big man was a little surprised and understood his situation after scanning the wood stack under him. Shouting unexpectedly, he stopped struggling, and his expression quickly returned to calm. Facing the village head's eyes, he smiled indifferently and said, "It seems that I have not been very lucky in my life, and I have died so cowardly. Haha, but God arranges this, and you can't blame others.

The old village head looked at him sadly and asked softly, "You can wake up, maybe there is hope of redemption. How do you feel now?"

The big man smiled and opened his mouth to speak. Suddenly, his arm shook, causing the whole wooden pillar to shake violently. He closed his eyes and sighed: "I can't help it. My hands and feet are almost out of control. Don't be sad for me, Dad Hu, this is my life, I won't blame you..." As he spoke, his limbs and his whole body began to tremble, and some joints were even gradually twisted, so that he could no longer maintain a calm look and said hurriedly, "Quick! Burn me before I become that kind of monster. There is no time!"

His voice was a little deformed, mixed with some strange tremors, sharp and harsh.

The old village head moved his throat and waved dullly: "Fire!"

The firewood stack was ignited, and the big man and more than a dozen wounded were swallowed up by the flames. Some of them woke up at this time and screamed and struggled in the flames, but they couldn't get away from the special ropes that were invulnerable to the fire. Finally, in the crackling dance of fire tongue, the remnants and souls were completely purified together.