Chapter 499: Massacring the Village (1)

The scorched black everywhere, the incomplete houses, and the little fires were burning everywhere in the village.

All the peace and tranquility have disappeared, and the thick smell of blood permeates the air.

It was really hard for Shen Yanxiao to connect such a miserable scene in front of her with such an unpretentious small village. Based on Suzaku's news, she walked in the direction where Suzaku was. Along the way, she saw many corpses of villagers. Those lifeless corpses lay quietly on the ground like that, the soil under them was already stained red with blood.

Many of these villagers had met Shen Yanxiao once, and Shen Yanxiao could even clearly remember that the uncle who collapsed by the wall once warmly stuffed two steaming steamed buns into her arms.

The pure and honest smiles of the villagers seem to be still in front of their eyes, but they can never wake up.

Shen Yanxiao frowned tightly. Although she always felt that this village was very strange, it was hard for her to have any antipathy towards these villagers.

She has seen the dark side of time countless times, but she still cherishes the positive things.

The more rare and precious something is, the more precious it is.

Shen Yanxiao felt a little more heavy in her heart, only after seeing Suzaku could she know what happened in this small village!

Soon, Shen Yanxiao found Suzaku behind a dilapidated thatched cottage.

Suzaku squatted on the wall with a small body, staring at something excitedly.

Shen Yanxiao walked over, and the little Phoenix who was squatting on Suzaku's head immediately noticed her appearance, flapping its wings happily.

Suzaku turned to look at Shen Yanxiao, hummed arrogantly and silently, and then tickled her white and tender fingers.

Shen Yanxiao frowned, walked to Suzaku's side, followed Suzaku's line of sight, and looked not far away.

Uncle Jiu was standing not far away with his arms around his back. He was covered in bruises all over his body. He was panting heavily, relying on the crutch in his hand to barely support his body.

Opposite Uncle Jiu is a young boy about thirteen or fourteen years old. There was no expression on the pretty boy's handsome face, and it was difficult to see any fluctuations in his indifferent eyes. He stood upright opposite Uncle Jiu, and the hands and fingers hanging on both sides of his body were covered with blood. His fingertips dripped onto the two bodies lying at his feet.

Those two corpses were all villagers from this village. A hole had been pulled out of the chests of the two of them, and the heart that was taken out was pinched in the hands of the young man at this moment.

Shen Yanxiao had seen many top killers in the world in his previous life. When those people killed people, their expressions would not fluctuate at all, and the most important thing was their eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul. There are fluctuations, the main reason is to look at the eyes, even the top killers, it is difficult to be truly unaware, but the eyes of the beautiful boy in front of him seem to have received a layer of frost, and there is no slight change.

"Who is that brat?" Shen Yanxiao has rarely seen someone who is so ruthless, and the other party's age seems to be about the same as her body. It's really amazing that such a young person can be so ruthless. It's hard to imagine.