Chapter 73 The Moon Out of the Mountain

Jiang Hanye kicked the heavy door panel and rushed to the yard. Even if the door of the house is kicked out of such a big noise, the people living in it are still silent. The door of the hall is half open, and because the sky is not yet bright, the room looks black.

Jiang Hanye's eyebrows were tightly locked, and his heart was caught by an indescribable thing, which made him anxious, nervous and uneasy.

"Xiaoye, don't worry!" Xiaoyu followed him closely, trying to appease Jiang Hanye.

"It's okay." Jiang Hanye frowned and said, "I'll go in and have a look. You wait here." After saying that, Jiang Hanye walked straight to the house without waiting for Xiaoyu to answer.

The living room looks so clean and tidy, and it seems that my mother is still as diligent as ever. Jiang Hanye stopped in the living room for a moment, closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath, feeling the breath of home, but what hurt his heart was that in addition to the smell of home, there was also some blood in this breath.

Jiang Hanye's eyes turned red and his heart trembled. He turned his head and looked to the left. There was a staircase next to the door of the left wing, which led to the second floor. He did not hesitate and walked upstairs.

The door of the master bedroom upstairs was open, and a strong blood gas came from the door, which made Jiang Hanye feel sick and unable to stand. His tears came out of his eyes and staggered into the door.

In the big ** in the door, the adoptive father and adoptive mother were lying on their back. There was a blood hole in their throats, and the blood flowing from the blood hole overflowed all over the bed, and even the whole sheets were scarlet. The hands of the old couple were tightly intertwined, and it seemed that they did not give up on each other at the last moment of their lives.

"Dad, mother!" Jiang Hanye knelt down, grabbed his hands deeply into the floor, and sobbed, "What the hell is going on..."

"Little night!" Xiaoyu's voice came from behind, and her voice was also full of shock and sadness. She gently held Jiang Hanye's arm and said softly, "Xiaoye... Go and see her brothers..."

Jiang Hanye's eyes were red because of congestion. When he heard Xiaoyu's words, he suddenly raised his head, stood up and turned around and walked out. There were so many bedrooms at home, so Jiang Han broke into two empty rooms in a row before coming to his brother's room.

My brother is now married, and there is still a big red Xizi on the door of this bedroom, and the red color is still bright. The scene in the room still broke Jiang Hanye. A young woman died half-naked in **, and his brother lay on the ground by the door. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be still thinking about his wife at the last moment of his life.

The younger brother died in the study. His young face was full of blood, and his neck was twisted abruptly. His face turned to his back, and his eyes were full of horror and unwillingness.

"Oh, my God!" Jiang Hanye's heart completely became cold. He staggered to the top of the stairs. During this period, because his mind was too sad, he actually stepped into the air and rolled down directly. The floor was cold, and Jiang Hanye lay down on the ground in front of his stairs and cried.

Xiaoyu chased out tightly, and her eyes were also red. She was supposed to come as a guest to meet the two elders, but she didn't expect such a change at home.

"Get up..." Xiaoyu cried and stretched out her hand to pull Jiang Hanye. "Get up..." At this moment, Xiaoyu, who has always been tiful, can't say anything heartwarming. What else can she say in the face of such a miserable scene?

Jiang Hanye clenched his fist tightly and said nothing. Because of anger and sadness, all the blue veins from his neck to his forehead were exposed, curled up under his skin, like earthworms. His eyes were red, which were caused by tears and blood.

With a roar, Jiang Hanye punched the floor and smashed a deep hole in the solid wood floor into the soil. Jiang Hanye exuded strong hatred and murderous intent, and more insoluble sadness. His appearance suppressed Xiaoyu. She looked at the teenager lying on the ground in a dainity, and suddenly became inexplicably sad. She mourned his grief and his grief. She held Jiang Hanye's hand sadly and said, "Xiaoye, don't do this. Let's ask other villagers. Such a big thing can't happen. No one can hear the movement.

Xiaoyu's words made Jiang Hanye suddenly raise his head. Yes, when he entered the village just now, the whole village was quiet. Is it possible that they were all... Thinking of this, Jiang Hanye got up from the ground without saying a word and ran out without saying a word to Xiaoyu.

The little flower family, the second master's family... Jiang Hanye walked over one by one, but the information given to him by each family was the same. Dozens of families in the village, more than 100 people, including the livestock and poultry raised in their family, died tragically in their families without exception, and the whole village was a sad cloud. It was shrouded, and the blood was blown away by the wind, and the fishy smell hit the nose.

It may not be an exaggeration to describe Jiang Hanye.

His eyes were red, his eyes were horrible, and his muscles had been tight from the moment he entered the house. Because he was so sad that he couldn't even breathe. Xiaoyu followed Jiang Hanye closely and witnessed another family massacre with her own eyes, and sadness also enveloped her.

"Xiaoye..." Xiaoyu's hand never left Jiang Hanye's arm. At this moment, Jiang Hanye made her heartache and worried. She was afraid that she would be careless, and Jiang Hanye ran away.

"You said..." Jiang Hanye, who had been silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth. The two of them are now sitting on the rut of the village. Here, the fragrance of the soil slightly covered up the blood in the village.

"I'm listening." Seeing Jiang Hanye finally opened his mouth, Xiaoyu hurriedly responded and hurriedly wiped the tears off her face.

"Why do you think this is and who will do it?" Jiang Hanye asked word for word.

Xiaoyu shook her head blankly: "I don't know who would do this to innocent villagers... But what should we do now?" Although her cultivation is much higher than that of Jiang Hanye, at this time, she seems to be an ordinary little daughter-in-law and has completely lost her opinion.

Jiang Hanye slowly closed his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, he shook the scene of his relatives dying tragically at home. He trembled, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "When people die, they will be buried in peace, Xiaoyu, I will build a recumbing cow tomb for them..."

"Uh-huh!" Xiaoyu burst into tears and nodded repeatedly.

Digging a pit is not a big deal for Jiang Hanye, so in less than an hour, he dug a large pit in the field at the east end of the village to bury the corpses of the whole village. After burying the villagers, Jiang Hanye split another tree, cut the tree into the shape of a tombstone, bit his index finger, replaced ink with blood, and wrote the three big words 'sleeping cow tomb' on the tombstone.

For his parents and brothers, Jiang Hanye set up several tombs. When he finished all this, it was afternoon. The sun on this day hid behind the thick clouds, and seemed to be saddened by the tragedy in Wo Niu Village and refused to show his true face.

Jiang Hanye sat quietly in front of his parents' tomb, looking at the loess in front of him. This is their family's field. At that time, my father was facing the loess and worked hard to support their three brothers.

"Father, mother... and the old and young of Wuniu Village, I, Jiang Hanye, swear here that no matter who killed you, I will let him pay for it with blood!" Jiang Hanye made a vow in his heart.

"Xiaoye, let's go back..." Xiaoyu gently pulled Jiang Hanye's skirt and said, "Go back and tell your father about this matter and let him do justice for us."

"Sorry, you go back first. According to the rules, the filial son has to guard the tomb for seven days." Jiang Hanye said blankly.

"No, I'm here with you." Xiaoyu said.

"Whatever you want." Jiang Hanye really has no other thoughts now. His heart is full of grief and anger, and he just wants to avenge his parents one day.

Wuniu Village is under the Cang Mountain, not far from Wanjian Villa and the capital Luoshui City. Therefore, when Jiang Hanye and Xiaoyu returned to Wanjian Villa after seven days of guarding the tomb, the tragedy of Woniu Village has spread all over the villa. When almost everyone saw him, their eyes were full of sympathy and compassion, which made him even more unbearable. His face was pale all the way from the mountain gate to the villa.

After returning to Hanyu's courtyard, before he could sit down and rest, he heard Wen Fu's report: "Grandpa, please go to Wanji Hall!"

Wanjitang? It must be a matter of Wo Niu Village. Jiang Hanye said without raising his head, "I know."

As a filial son, Jiang Hanye wore a white hemp belt around his waist. He came all the way to Wanjitang in silence, followed by Xiaoyu.

In the hall of Wanji Hall, Ji Shangxuan, Ji Kuotian, Ji Kuohai, Ji Ruyun, Ji Shangfeng and other elders were all there. After Jiang Hanye and Xiaoyu entered the door, they saluted the elders one by one, and then stood quietly. He really didn't know what to say.

Ji Shangxuan was the first to say, "Ye'er, your family has changed. We already know it. Now your second brother Ji Yuan has gone to investigate."

"Thank you, Master and all the elders!" Jiang Hanye suppressed his choking voice and said.

"Now, we have a few questions to ask both of you." The great deacon Ji Kuotian said.

"But according to the deacon's question." Jiang Hanye Road.

"You two went down the mountain on the seventh day of November. When did you arrive at Woniu Village?" The great deacon asked.

"The two of us arrived early on the ninth day of the first lunar month, and it was still bright when we arrived at the village." Jiang Hanye replied.

"What strange people did you meet before entering the village?" The deacon asked again.

"No..." Jiang Hanye frowned and recalled carefully that he did not see anyone on the way to the village.

"What about the death of the villagers?" The deacon asked again.

"Everyone was bitten off his throat or twisted his neck to death." Jiang Hanye has carefully checked this, and until now, he still feels that he has a strong smell of blood.

Ji Shangxuan and others heard this and looked at each other and meditated with their beards.

"It seems that it was done by people in the devil's way..." Ji Shangfeng pondered.

"But they are just ordinary people. What kind of people will get along with them?" Xiaoyu, who had been silent, said.

"It's hard to say. Maybe that person is practicing some kind of magic skill." Ji Shangxuan said, "Anyway, you two go to rest first. We will discuss it carefully. If it is really done by the people in the devil's way, we will definitely seek justice for these dead people."

"Thank you, Master, thank you to all the elders!" Jiang Hanye bowed.

For a whole month after that, Jiang Hanye couldn't pull himself out of the grief of losing his close relative. During this period, in addition to going to Taobo to practice with Xiaobai, he had been locking himself in the study, and even Xiaoyu could hardly see him.

After a month of practice, Jiang Hanye felt that there was still no progress in the 'water control secret'. There seemed to be only seven or eight drops of water in the bamboo basket, and his mind did not seem to have progressed. With a little effort, he would have a headache.

"Tao Bo, I've been so stagnant recently that I'm so distressed." Jiang Hanye stood in front of Tao Bo and said.

"Do you know why this happened?" Taobao looked at Jiang Hanye and asked.

Jiang Hanye shook his head first, and then said, "Maybe the recent big changes at home have stirred around my mind."

"It's good if you know it yourself." Tao Bo narrowed his eyes, lay on the chair and shook it gently, holding the cigarette rod in one hand. "In life, it is inevitable that you have seven emotions and six desires. Your parents raised you, but suffered this disaster. It is inevitable that you will be sad."

"Tao Bo, if I practice the water control formula, can I go down the mountain to avenge my enemies?" Jiang Hanye clenched his fist and asked.

"Revenge?" Tao Bo closed his eyes and smiled, "Let me ask you, do you know who your enemy is?"

Jiang Hanye was silent, and a trace of anger in his eyes made him look so awe-inspiring and inviolable, but all this was temporary in Taobo's eyes.

Seeing Jiang Hanye bowing his head and saying nothing, Tao Bo said again, "Since you haven't found your enemy, why should you take revenge? Let me tell you, if the water control formula is cultivated, you can do anything, but this water control formula is not born to kill people.

"Pear, please give me some advice!" Jiang Hanye looked at Tao Bo with a sincere look on his face.

Tao Bo's eyes have been closed, but his eyes seem to be able to penetrate his eyelids and see Jiang Hanye. A smile appeared from the corners of his mouth: "Ha ha, silly boy, your heart is a spiritual platform, and you can only ask yourself to think about what to do in the future. Anyone will experience the grief of losing a close relative, but this grief will also pass slowly over time. When your mind can calm down, you can naturally practice again. Don't try to deliberately forget it. It will only make your memory deeper and the pain more difficult.

Jiang Hanye carefully tasted Tao Bo's words and thought secretly in his heart, "Maybe he's right."

A abandoned village surrounded by mysterious mountains.

The night is here, and the whole ruins is overgrown with weeds. A cold wind blows, and the grass swayed left and right, making a rustling sound.

There is a stone house in the ruins, which is probably the only remaining fruit in the ruins and has stood for several years. There are some stars hanging in the night sky, the dark blue night sky, and the bright starlight. If it hadn't been for this mysterious mountain like a giant beast coiled here, it would have been a very beautiful night.

The door of the stone house was originally closed, but suddenly it opened by itself with a crash. A breeze swept across the door, and a slender figure suddenly flashed on the ground. A woman in white slowly walked out of the courtyard. Her eyes were blank, as if she had just woken up after sleeping for a long time.

The woman in white held a crescent-like bow in her hand and an arrow pot behind her back. Her hair was fluffy behind her head, and the hair blown by the wind brushed her face, which looked so sad and beautiful.

The woman in white walked out of the ruins step by step along the path buried in the barren grass with a bow and a mechanical step. She didn't seem to find that there was a man standing on the eaves behind her.

"Kang Yue, I have fed you with a dead soul for several years in a row. It's time for you to wake up. Go and find what you are looking for, so that guy will be distracted and worry about you, and I may have a chance to find my own soul." Standing on the eaves is a woman, with a cold face, delicate red lips, and a concave and convex figure all indicate that she is a beautiful woman.

Kan Cangyue is thin, and the bow in her hand is almost as big as her body. In this way, she held her bow and walked out step by step until the thin figure disappeared into the night.

Jiang Hanye suddenly woke up from a nightmare. He has had nightmares almost every night for more than a month. Normally, this rarely happens to practitioners.

He touched the cold sweat on his forehead and recalled the previous nightmare in his heart. In the dream, he returned to Wo Niu Village that day. He saw the young people all over the village crawl out of the Wo Niu Tu. They all tilted their heads, spit blood, stared at him with countless pairs of dead gray eyes, and howled in their mouths.

"I will avenge you." Jiang Hanye muttered.

When he woke up from the nightmare, he was no longer sleepy. He turned over and got out of bed and walked to the table. After pouring a cup of cold tea and drinking it, he put on a dress and walked to the window and pushed open the window to look out. The moon in the sky hangs quietly in the night sky, overlooking the Shouyang Peak motionless. At this moment, Jiang Hanye suddenly felt a green light flashing in the corridor not far away, as if someone had walked out of the door.

This is not the first time this has happened. Whenever he inadvertently stands in front of the window or door, he can always feel such a figure, as if there is always a pair of eyes staring at him.

Jiang Hanye frowned. He probably knew who this person was, but he hoped that he was more careful.

"Wen Fu..." Jiang Hanye whispered to himself, "Why do you always spy on me so secretly? Did he send you here? He stared at the door between the two courtyards and thought to himself, "I must grab your handle."