Lanshui Port is located on the banks of the Jialan Grand Canal, in a prosperous area, and many caravans will come here to buy and sell various materials.

Near Lanshui Port, there is a remote village twenty miles away, only a few dozen families. On this day, a young man walked towards the entrance of the village. The young man carried a narrow coffin, his face was white and the blood on his face could not be seen.

"Shilan, look at this village so strange that everyone stayed behind closed doors." The young man looked so pale, but he looked quite handsome. He turned his head affectionately and whispered softly in the face of the small coffin he was carrying.

There was no response in the small coffin, but this did not hinder the youth's interest. As he spoke, he kissed the coffin with a look of emotion, stretched out his scarlet tongue and began to lick it.

"Silan, Shilan, my good Shilan, when will you wake up? Those miscellaneous people want to steal you, I want to kill them..."

Just as the young man was muttering, a little girl trotted towards him. The little girl was innocent and romantic, holding two strings of candied haws in her little hands.

"Uncle, why are you licking the coffin? It's so dirty. I'm hungry, so eat candied haws."

As soon as the little girl said the words, the young man's mouth froze, and his whole body seemed to have been immersed in a fixed manner and was stiff.

The little girl smiled innocently on her face. Taking advantage of the young man's stunnedness, she took the lead and threw the candied haws in her hand to the ground, replaced it with a short magic sword, and stabbed it with one knife.

"Bang." With a sound of shock, the knife stabbed without the blood splashing everywhere as expected, but sparks appeared, as if it was not a flesh and blood body, but a piece of iron stone.

"Uncle, your skin is so thick." The innocent girl's face remained unchanged, but her laughter became extremely sharp, ferocious and terrifying.

After a few more knives, the clothes outside were torn, but the magic weapon in the little girl's hand could not hurt the young man at all, and even her skin could not be broken.

At this time, the young man who was stiff in the place suddenly moved. His face was twisted, and tears burst out from his eyes, and he started to cry. He stroked the coffin with one hand, stretched out lightning with the other hand, pinched the little girl's neck, and lifted it up.

"How dare you say that my Shilan is dirty, uhhhhhh..., little bastard, I want to kill you." The young man opened his mouth wide, and a hoarse and strange sound came out of his throat, as if the drowning man was sobbing in pain.

"Stop and let go of my sister."

"Let go of my granddaughter, you are such a crazy thing."

"She is still young and ignorant, you are still a human being."...

Five people rushed out of the room not far away. The first one was a strong young man. He held a machete. The four people behind him were a middle-aged couple and a white and old couple.

The young man was holding the little girl in one hand, and his white face was already full of tears and looked extremely sad. He looked coldly at the five people rushing towards him. The five people in front of him were all entangled with death and resentment, and obviously they had killed many people.

"Go to die." The strong young man rushed over, slashed at the head of the young man with a knife.

A dull sound of iron and iron resounded. As soon as the knife continued, only a few strands of silk fell in front of Changqing. He touched his forehead, and it seemed a little painful.

So, the young man became angry, and his other hand was empty, and his palm was like a knife. With a puff, the palm knife penetrated the strong young man's chest.

The young man kept moving, carrying the little girl, took two steps forward, and one person died one after another. The white and cangcang old couple fell to the ground one after another.

"You, you... are not human." The five people rushed over, and there were only two living mouths left in a blink of an eye. The middle-aged couple looked like earth, and they were afraid to move forward with fear.

The young man easily destroyed the three of them. He shook the blood in his hand, put the little girl on the ground, pressed her big hand, and held the little girl's head.

"Dad, mom, save Yu'er." The little girl was in horror and her body shivered.

"Are you the parents of this child? This child has taught well and will stab the knife in the back at a young age. It's great." The young man calmed down a lot. He wiped away the tears from his face and said slowly.

Seeing that the middle-aged couple didn't say anything, the young man felt bored. He grabbed the little girl's hand and headed towards the middle-aged man

The couple waving.

"Come on, good boy, wave your hands to your parents and say goodbye."

The middle-aged couple was frightened. At this moment, how could they not see the meaning of the young man? The man shouted and stopped him: "She is still young, don't..."

The middle-aged woman was even more excited and pounced over hysterically. Unfortunately, she was still one step late. The young man held the little girl's hand and twisted it to the right.

Only with a click was heard, the little girl's head turned around, backwards and backwards, and the skin on her neck was instantly twisted, leaving the back of her head to the middle-aged couple.

"You beast..., you must not die a good death."

The young man flew away the little girl's body, his figure shaking and disappeared from the spot. The middle-aged woman who rushed towards him tilted her body, and her head disappeared, and she threw it into the sky and flew away far away.

The middle-aged man knelt down on the ground. In front of him, the young man looked at him coldly, and thick black smoke came out of his palm. He slapped the middle-aged man's sky cover with his palm, and the rolling black smoke poured down.

"From now on, you will no longer be a human being. You will live as a corpse refiner. Your life will be much longer than that of a mortal. You will spend the rest of your life for five hundred years to repent in despair..."

The young man withdrew his palm and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The middle-aged man rolled to the ground, his skin was ulcerated, and his head fell from his roots. He wailed in pain, while the young man's nightmarish whisper echoed in his ears.

Looking at the entire small village, he was the only one living person. Apart from his wail, there was a silence around him. Dozens of other families in the village had already died at the hands of their family. Perhaps this was retribution, and the wicked will be punished by the wicked.

A hundred miles away from Lanshui Port, a rarely visited mountain road, the marching convoy stopped here.

In the carriage behind, Ye Xuanbai yawned bored and said, "Why did it stop again? Huanu, see what the situation is."

Huanu opened the car door and glanced outside for a few seconds. He immediately realized something was wrong. At some point, the convoy had left the main road and ran to the small road.

"As Huanu saw, maybe the brother and sister were going to do something." Huanu retreated back to the carriage, closed the door calmly, and spoke in an extremely calm manner.

The other two in the carriage, Ye Xuan and Budu, both looked calm, and a pair of brothers and sisters appeared halfway through. They just took them into the convoy with such kindness. It would be strange if nothing happened.

Before they could wait for a long time, the car door was knocked quickly. When Huanu opened the door, he saw Wang Rongrong standing pitifully on her face.

"Several people follow me to see. My brother is injured and my two benefactors cannot be treated. Aunt Mei asks me to come over and ask for help from you."

Ye Xuan walked out of the carriage lazily. The two benefactors Wang Rongrong mentioned were naturally Aunt Mei and Su Yuyan. The three of them didn't say much. They followed Wang Rongrong and came to a carriage in the middle.

The carriage was originally empty to transport materials, and the brother and sister who joined halfway were arranged on this carriage.

The carriage door opened, and there was only one person. Wang Qiang fell into the carriage, his upper body was covered in blood, and even his mouth and nose were bleeding.

"Three, please come in and save my brothers."

Ye Xuan glanced at the other carriages, quietly, without any movement, he sniffed slightly, and a faint fragrance that was so faint that it was hard to detect came from the carriage. If he had not practiced the Sutra of All Things, the transformation of the five senses would have been impossible for others to notice.
Chapter completed!