Chapter 107 Fat Huai's Persistence

Lin Mu sat in the Xuanyue space, with strands of spiritual power flowing into his body from all the meridians.

Since he changed to practice the "Five Elements Heart Method", Lin Mu found that the spiritual power in his body has increased a lot, and the spiritual power is more concentrated than before. The spiritual energy gas in the dantian has shown signs of semi-atomization.

This even gave Lin Mu an illusion that he could successfully build a foundation without taking the foundation-building pill.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

People who build their own foundations are extremely rare in the Tianxiao Realm, and all of them are geniuses who are rare in a thousand years. Lin Mu did not have any hope for such a good thing.

Lin Mu continued to practice, planning to wait another three days before taking the foundation-building pill and impacting the foundation.

At this moment, a burst of children's crying came from outside the Xuanyue space.

The crying was sad, as if there was something extremely sad.

It was a stone!

Lin Mu immediately recognized that the crying was the sound of a stone.

Although Lin Mu was in the Xuanyue Space, his consciousness was better than before. As long as something happened within three meters of the Xuanyue Space, Lin Mu could easily detect it. Shitou's loud cry was heard by Lin Mu.

What happened? Lin Mu was puzzled.

Looking at his parents who were still practicing in the hut without any awareness, Lin Mu moved and exited from the Xuanyue Space.

As soon as he appeared in the room, Lin Mu heard Shitou's cry in the yard.

This time, Lin Mu heard it more clearly than in the Xuanyue Space. It was indeed Shitou.

Lin Mu hurriedly walked out of the house and came to the yard. He said to Shitou: "Shitou, don't cry, what happened?"

Shitou saw Lin Mu and cried even louder. He threw himself into Lin Mu's arms and sobbed: "Uncle, go and save my dad. My dad had a fight with someone. Songzi's dad was killed. Wow, wow."

After Shitou finished speaking, he burst into tears again.

Lin Mu's heart suddenly trembled, and he was anxious. The cloud-stepping boots appeared on his feet in an instant. He hurriedly held the stone and flew outside.

A group of people stood in the open space at the head of the village.

A young man on the ground had already died. Lin Mu recognized at a glance that this man was Songzi's father.

Lin Mu felt guilty. He hid in the Xuanyue space to practice hard, thinking that he was foolproof, but he didn't expect that the disaster would affect innocent people. The reason for the great change in the village was all due to himself.

Not far from the young man, there was a Qi Refining disciple lying. Lin Mu saw that the disciple was just unconscious and not dead.

Someone in the village can defeat the Qi Refining disciple!

Lin Mu was shocked and felt a little comforted. As long as someone could fight, the casualties would not be too great.

But when he saw the two people in the field, Lin Mu's heart sank and he could no longer remain optimistic.

Fat Huai was holding a fat disciple's thigh tightly with both hands, and there was a pool of blood on the ground.

The fat disciple tried to break free from Pang Huai's embrace, and punched Pang Huai's back desperately. Every time he punched, Pang Huai would spit out a mouthful of blood.

Pang Huai's face had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and he almost fainted.

But a strong will supported him, and he could not fall down, and he must not fall down.

Even if he died, he could not fall down.

Because once he fell down, everyone would die, including his wife and Shitou.

He held on tightly, and stars appeared in his eyes. The world around him was spinning, and everything became blurry.

But he tried to open his eyes wide, not daring to let himself fall asleep.

He lowered his head, and all he saw was red, and the mottled blood on the ground was almost solidified.

This blood-red was all from him.

Pang Huai held on desperately, and the fists that fell on his back were heavier and heavier, but he had lost consciousness and could not feel the pain. His back had long been numb, bloody, and bleeding.

Fat Huai was completely numb. He tried his best to accumulate strength and prepare for another punch from the opponent, but he suddenly found that the fist did not hit his back as he imagined.

Fat Huai tried to raise his head and saw an arm falling from mid-air. The fat disciple screamed and fell backwards.

In the distance, Lin Mu flew quickly from the sky, holding a stone in his arms.

Fat Huai stood up desperately, straightened his spine, and swayed all over. He looked at the flying Lin Mu and smiled. The blood at the corner of his mouth looked a little dazzling.

But Fat Huai felt that this was the most brilliant smile in his life.

Fat Huai stood straight, looked deeply at the stone, turned his head, looked at his wife, and the smile on his face became stronger, like a blooming lotus.

"Shitou, Dad is gone. Dad doesn't have the ability to protect you and your mother, but Dad will fight to the death. Dad won't let you get hurt, even if it means death. Dad did it." This was the last thought in Pang Huai's mind. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but thousands of words were stuck in his throat. Blood came out of his throat again. He didn't say a word and fell straight back.

Bang!

A cloud of dust was stirred up, and Pang Huai fell heavily to the ground with a bright smile on his face.

"Dad!" Shitou let out a shrill cry, and two lines of tears rolled down.

"Huaizi!" Fat Huai's wife let out a long cry and struggled to crawl towards Fat Huai.

Lin Mu's figure was like a startled rainbow, falling to the ground quickly.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Shi Tou flew straight to Fat Huai from Lin Mu's arms.

The mother and son lay on Fat Huai, crying bitterly.

Lin Mu's eyes were moist, and he hurried forward to check.

As soon as his hand was on Fat Huai, Lin Mu shed two lines of tears.

Fat Huai's heart, lungs and internal organs had already been broken into dozens of pieces, and he had died.

"He's dead." Lin Mu choked.

Fat Huai's wife stopped crying, her hair was disheveled, and she rushed towards the fat disciple of Yuling Sect, like a mad woman, and said sternly: "I will kill you, I will kill you."

The fat disciple had one arm cut off by Lin Mu's sword, and was rolling on the ground at this moment.

Fat Huai's wife stretched out her hand to grab the fat disciple's face, and several deep blood marks appeared on the fat disciple's face. It's just that these injuries are not fatal.

The fat Huai wife scratched for a long time like a madman, but still failed to kill the fat disciple.

Lin Mu felt sad and couldn't bear it, so he took out a flying sword from the storage bag and handed it to the fat Huai wife.

The fat disciple was shocked. The reason why he didn't resist and let the fat Huai wife scratch him was mainly because Lin Mu was here and he didn't dare to fight back. Also, her scratching was not fatal.

But if she stabbed him with a flying sword at this moment, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

The sharpness of the flying sword is much better than that of mortal swords. With just one sword, his head will fall to the ground. Seeing the fat Huai wife stabbing with a sword, he immediately dodged to the side.

Lin Mu snorted coldly, and the "Spiritual Stab" was suddenly launched. The fat disciple was struck by lightning and fell to the ground, no longer moving.

The fat Huai wife stabbed him desperately with the sword, and blood holes appeared one after another. The fat disciple's body suddenly gushed blood like a spring.

After three sword strikes, the fat disciple died.

But the wife of Fat Huai did not stop, and stabbed him desperately.

The fat disciple's body soon became riddled with holes, like a pile of meat paste, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.

Fat Huai's wife was originally a virtuous person, but at this moment she was like a madman. She stopped only when she had no more strength. The tears in her eyes had already dried up.

She looked at Lin Mu and then looked deeply at Shi Tou. She smiled brightly like Fat Huai, and then suddenly swung the sword to wipe it at her neck.

Lin Mu was shocked and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it.

But before his hand reached out, the sword had already passed through her neck, and a thin trace of blood appeared.

She smiled and fell backwards, and fell together with Fat Huai.

Lin Mu stretched out his hand, wanting to grab something, but he was at a loss and didn't grab anything.

Shi Tou fell on his parents, crying sadly, his voice was so miserable that it made people want to cry.

It was really hard for a seven-year-old child to accept that his parents died tragically in one day.

Shitou cried until his tears dried up and his eyes bled.

The people in the surrounding villages were silent, and Uncle Fu was trembling all over and couldn't say a word.

Lin Mu glanced at everyone, picked up the flying sword, and walked directly towards the unconscious disciple of Yuling Sect.

Lin Mu was about to end this person's life with a sword, but Shitou's voice came from behind.

"Uncle, let me do it." The childish voice, although not loud, was full of determination.

Lin Mu looked at Shitou steadily, unable to refuse in his heart, so he had to hand over the flying sword.

Shitou took the flying sword, stabbed the man's neck three times, and the man died instantly.

Shitou threw the flying sword on the ground, without even looking at the person he killed, and bowed to Lin Mu.

"I want to worship you as my master, I want revenge, I want to kill all these people." Shitou said firmly.

Lin Mu nodded and helped Shitou up: "I will not let these people go, just like you."

Lin Mu glanced at the villagers. Uncle Fu's performance caught his eye. He had guessed a little about what happened before, but he didn't say a word. These people, in order to save their lives, would reveal themselves, which was understandable. This disaster was caused by him, and Lin Mu didn't blame them at all.

Lin Mu picked up Shitou and flew away.

When he came to a deserted place, Lin Mu landed, and his figure flashed. He and Shitou disappeared from the spot and appeared in the Xuanyue space.

Father and mother Lin had woken up from their meditation. When they saw Lin Mu bringing Shitou into the Xuanyue space, they were about to ask, but they saw the blood on Shitou.

Some of these bloodstains were from Pang Huai, some were from the disciple of Yuling Sect killed by Shitou, and some were the blood and tears from his own tears.

Lin Mu told his parents what happened in a sad tone.

When he said that Pang Huai and his wife were all dead, Lin Mu shed tears again.

Mother Lin cried even more, hugged Shitou tightly, tears streaming down her face, and Father Lin also couldn't hide his sadness, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

At this point, Lin Mu could no longer hide his experience in the sect from his parents.

He told them everything about how he was betrayed by Shi Weihan and hunted by the Yuling Sect.

After hearing this, both Father and Mother Lin felt heavy in their hearts and remained silent.

After a long time, Father Lin broke the silence: "Fat Huai can't die in vain, he saved my life. We must raise Shitou well and avenge Fat Huai."

Lin Mu nodded, with a gleam in his eyes: "Blood debt must be paid with blood, disciples of Yuling Sect, I will not let them go."