Chapter 482 Uncle Nine (3)

stone scratched...

Shen Yanxiao frowned secretly, it was obviously a knife wound, left by either a swordsman or a knight, although the wound was about to heal now, but it can be inferred from the surface of the wound that the knife at that time was definitely deep enough to see the bone.

It is absolutely impossible for a normal person to draw it out as a stone.

The wounds of Xiao Ke and Lao Ba were the work of magicians and swordsmen, but the two of them accepted such two absurd and outrageous reasons?

It's really weird.

"Uncle Old Ba, both you and Uncle Xiao Ke were injured at night?" Shen Yanxiao asked obediently in order to get more news.

The old bus nodded and said without any concealment: "Yes, it's all night. Not only us, but many people in our village were injured, but they were not serious wounds. Uncle Jiu said it was because we were near a What kind of cemetery, the air is relatively heavy, and some unclean things will make trouble at night, so this happens. Fortunately, there is no serious problem, we are all used to it." The old man smiled and said, not feeling at all something is wrong.

But the more Shen Yanxiao listened to it, the more weird he felt.

The old man didn't seem to be lying, but the villagers were injured collectively at night. This kind of thing is really wrong. Shen Yanxiao knew very well that those injured villagers were not caused by any ghosts at all, but were left behind after fighting with the cave wolf mercenary group. down.

The question is, why do the villagers here seem to have no memory at all?

Moreover, such a hideous wound seemed to be nothing in their eyes. If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have been bedridden for a long time and would be extremely weak. They wouldn't be alive like Xiao Ke and Lao Ba. If he hadn't seen the wounds on these two people, it would be hard for Shen Yanxiao to believe that they were hurt. Such a serious injury.

Shen Yanxiao was puzzled, but a speck of dust fell in front of her nose.

Before she could react, Old Ba suddenly jumped up, stretched out his big hand, directly picked up Shen Yanxiao and Suzaku, and retreated to the door like flying.

In the next second, a large piece of straw fell from the roof and happened to hit the place where the two were standing just now.

"Hey, I just said that Uncle Jiu's house has been renovated. When did he keep doing it like this?" The old man looked at the fallen piece of straw with a look of familiarity in his eyes, and just muttered something casually.

Shen Yanxiao and Suzaku were being dragged by his two hands at this moment, with such an easy movement, it was as if he was dragging not two people but two pieces of tofu.

Even if a grown man wanted to react and drag the two away in such a short period of time, it would be impossible to do such an exaggeration of directly dragging the two in mid-air.

What surprised Shen Yanxiao even more was that Lao Ba's movements just now were very fast, not inferior to a mid-level professional at all.

But on Lao Ba's body, she couldn't feel the slightest bit of fighting spirit or magic at all.

"Among those villagers, some are very strong..." Du Lang's words echoed in Shen Yanxiao's mind, and Shen Yanxiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seemed that everything Du Lang said was true.

But what is hidden in this barren little village? Make it all look so weird?

Inexplicable riots, villagers who don't know the truth, the powerful old bus, and those unimaginable causes of injuries...