It was early morning the next day that Fang Yunhan found a village, asked someone to find the road, and took Huang Xuemei to Wuze Peak.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting brighter and the stars disappeared.

In the west, there is only a crescent moon hanging above the sky, and it looks not very clear under the fog wandering in the mountains.

This is the wettest time in the mountains day and night. Although it has not rained, the trees and vines seem to have just been splashed with a layer of water. The soil on the ground is so moist that it can seep out a pool of water when you step on it.

The smell of soil and plants is so strong, but when they approach Wuze Peak, they still cannot hide the smell of blood. When they really came to the edge of the cliff, even the water light on the soil gradually brought a little red color.

Everything in front of me was very quiet, and under my feet was a path formed by people trampling all year round, with weeds on both sides and waist high.

Looking around, you can see traces of large areas of weeds falling or breaking in many places. The strongest bloody smell is those places, but there are no remains of corpses, only some fragments of weapons inserted among the grass, reflecting the hazy moonlight.

At the end of the road at the foot is a ruin after the collapse of thatched hut.

When the ruins were clearly visible, Fang Yunhan felt the little girl in his arms struggle for a moment, and then put Huang Xuemei down.

The little girl hugged the wooden box and walked towards the ruins.

She didn't run, as if she didn't dare to get there too quickly, afraid to face unbearable tragedy, but she had no way to stop her steps and suppress her urge to run to "home".

So she had to leave quickly.

Soon, the ruins were close to each other.

The thatched roof cracked into three or four parts, but did not directly stack and cover the ground, but instead stood against each other, like a very simple and short tent standing there.

Around this "tent", there were four bamboo walls, and bamboo windows were woven ingeniously. At this time, they were also damaged. Most of the walls fell down to all sides, with large sputtering blood on them, and some bamboos were standing alone on the ground, with some broken clothes hanging at the tips.

At first glance, there are no traces of corpses.

Huang Xuemei stood in front of the ruins, her lips moved, and she tightened her expression that could only be maintained in every inch of her skin on her face, as if she was about to collapse.

But the little girl finally held it back.

She threw down the wooden box, ignored the sharp bamboo stubble that pierced outward on the edge of the "tent", and wanted to bend down and crawl in.

Fang Yunhan appeared beside her, and she pushed her forward, and a heavy and slow and powerful energy washed over and lifted up the broken roofs.

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood that was so thick that the fog in the mountains and the dew at night could not melt, came to my nose.

The floor that should have been flat in the house, at this time, bamboo and wood were scattered in it, pressing in the mud. From the areas divided by these bamboos, you can see a stretch of blood. There may be several pieces of flat cut fabrics, and the hair fell into it, and it was stained with blood.

There were also a few pieces of meat that looked like air-dried, strung with thin wire ropes and soaked in blood.

The blood here is so much so that even the soil has been absorbed and saturated, and there is really a layer of blood-colored water on the ground, soaking the broken bamboo.

Fang Yunhan made a little estimate in his mind. In the previous battle, at least twenty people died within the area where the thatched hut was located, and there were cruel ways to die such as broken limbs or even broken bodies. Otherwise, this kind of blood would not have occurred.

Bang!

The little girl had already stepped into the blood, and the pool of blood shook, penetrated out from the overwhelming bamboo and wood, and began to flow out.

Step by step, she walked through the bloody color, and she walked in this place that should have been the most familiar place, but surrounded by a strong smell of blood, so unfamiliar that it made people want to vomit, and she became more and more uncomfortable.

After Fang Yunhan rescued her from the water, the clothes on Huang Xuemei had been dry. After that, they remained dry and warm, and they didn't even feel the scratched wounds.

But when she arrived at this cliff and left Fang Yunhan's arms, the warmth that wrapped her disappeared. In the thick fog in the mountains, the clothes quickly seemed to be wet by rain, and wet to the skin.

When she came back, Huang Xuemei had already made the worst plan, but she couldn't even see the body here. Her expression of enduring sadness loosened and became a helpless confusion.

She raised her hand blankly, looking at the back of her hand with several scratches, the small wounds on her body also felt numb and itchy, and her clothes became wet.

The intersection of touch, smell and vision suddenly made her feel an illusion, as if she was rolling in this blood before she was soaked in the blood.

This thought made her vomit almost immediately, but her stomach hurt and she only vomited a mouthful of sour water.

"Someone just left here and didn't go far."

Fang Yunhan's voice broke the little girl's trance. He squatted down beside Huang Xuemei, stroked his hand pity on the little girl's back, conditioned her qi and blood, and said as gentle as possible, "Let's go there and have a look."

In silence, Huang Xuemei was stuffed into her arms and was picked up again and went down the mountain.

When they were going up the mountain, they walked the path where Huang Xuemei and her family had been traveling. This time, they went down the mountain, but they flew directly among the weeds from another direction.

Wuze Peak is dozens of feet high and the surface of the mountain is quite vast. After changing directions, there are completely different scenery. In addition to the heavy blood color we saw just now, the green grass and black soil outside gradually disappeared.

Fang Yunhan took Huang Xuemei and landed on a branch, and his eyes turned to a clearing ground a hundred meters away.

There were more than a dozen people dressed as constables, each with a majestic look on their waists and steel knives. They looked like they were not ordinary people who were just a simple mansion and just by hand.

However, judging from their position and actions, they were all led by a young man in white clothes and tied his hair.

At this distance, their conversation could not escape Fang Yunhan's ears.

At this time, a constable was reporting to the young man, saying: "After we found a piece of corpse together we found under the cliff, there were only a dozen people, but I think it was because after the war, the major sects helped their sects collect the corpses. The number of real casualties on this Foze Peak should be ten times more than this."

The young man nodded and looked at a newly established tomb in front of him. He cut the trunk into a tombstone and inserted it on it, but it was blank and nameless.

"The masters of the Southeast sects coveted the heavenly demon zither and worked hard to find the ugly spiritual official Huang Dong, who had already lived in seclusion. After this chaos, they simply destroyed the lives of more than a hundred disciples of each sect. None of them had ever returned from the piano. Why bother?"

The young man sighed and closed the folding fan in his hand and stabbed it at the tombstone. After shaking his wrist a few times, an unclear "yellow" character appeared on the wood, and a few wood chips fell.

The constable saw that he had engraved a word and stopped and said, "Don't you write the complete name on it?"

The young man knocked the folding fan on his palm and said, "No need. If you set up this grave so far away, you just don't want someone to disturb the corpse of a couple in the future. They wanted to hide their names before they died, so why should they leave their full names after they died?"

On the branch a hundred meters away, Fang Yunhan changed Huang Xuemei's position so that the little girl facing him could turn her head and see the grave, and then whispered: "Your parents should be buried there."

When he said this, he had no intention of concealing it, nor did he use the method of transmitting sounds.

The young man in white in front of the grave suddenly had his ears moving, and a look of thought flashed between his eyebrows, but he did not turn his head to look over there. Instead, he spread his folding fan and said to the surrounding constables: "Since the bodies have been dealt with, we don't have to stay too much, so let's leave."

The constables followed the orders without any delay. As soon as the young men in white took a step, they turned around and left.

Therefore, when Fang Yunhan, who had never accelerated or waited deliberately, arrived at the grave, the figures of those people were already covered by the dense forest vines.

Fang Yunhan put down Huang Xuemei and looked at the direction the young man in white left, thinking about something.

He was afraid that the little girl would be impulsive and wanted to do something to dig the soil with bare hands to confirm the body. After only one look, he turned his gaze back to Huang Xuemei.

Unexpectedly, this time, the little girl seemed to have completely accepted the facts, but instead showed much calmer than the previous few times.

She just stared at the tombstone with red eyes for a while, then knelt down, placed the wooden box horizontally in front of her, and kowtowed three times firmly.

"Dad, mom! My daughter survives the disaster and will never forget what happened that day. If you know about it, just watch it carefully and watch your daughter grow up... One day, I will let you rest in peace."

Huang Xuemei only said that she did not mention revenge, but the determination to revenge had already emerged from her petite body.

After saying this, Huang Xuemei, who stood up again, had mud and dirty on her forehead, and her eyes were slightly swollen and red, but she no longer looked weak and shaking.

She turned around and looked at Fang Yunhan and was about to kneel down again. Fang Yunhan quickly held her with one hand and said, "Little girl, what are you going to do?"

Huang Xuemei raised her head, her eyes firmly said, "Please accept my three bows from you, otherwise Xuemei will be uneasy for the rest of her life."

"I don't like watching people kneel down, especially children like you."

Fang Yunhan's voice was slightly stern, and he let go of his hands. However, his calm eyes put more pressure on the little girl, "If you want to thank me, you are not allowed to kneel down."

Huang Xuemei hesitated for a moment, held up the wooden box with both hands, lowered her head and said, "Snowmei cannot repay her for saving her life. Inside this box is the treasure of our Huang family and the only thing I can take out now. Please accept it by benefactor."

Fang Yunhan's expression suddenly became strange, as if he had seen something unexpected, staring at Huang Xuemei's head with his eyes. After a while, he actually laughed.

After Huang Xuemei heard his laughter, her arms trembled slightly.

Just at this moment, a white shadow came from the forest. Before it had fallen to the ground, a word of advice came first.

"Little girl, if you want to repay your kindness with this thing, you may have harmed your benefactor."

Fang Yunhan turned his head and saw the appearance of this young man in white this time.

This person is handsome, with both eyebrows and cheeks slightly red, and he is as beautiful as a peach and plum. Although he is not a pink, he has a beautiful look that is hard to tell.

If a person who thinks that the young man is a man looks handsome, he will only think that the young man is handsome. But if a person who thinks that the young man is a woman looks like a woman, he will most likely think that the person is dressed as a man.

This creates a unique charm that is softer than men and heroic than ordinary women.

"I'm finally willing to come out." Fang Yunhan looked at the man and said casually, "Actually, your here will not affect her coming to worship her parents."

After hearing this, the young man in white felt a little anxious, but he was kind and said apologetically: "Your Excellency is open and honest. It seems that Haitang is a villain in vain."

Fang Yunhan said: "Begonia?"

The young man in white clasped his fists and said, "I have not asked you about your name Gao."

"Fang Yunhan."

Fang Yunhan's eyes turned and he read it, "It turns out it's... Shangguan Haitang~"

Fang Yunhan thought of many things because of this name. Over there, Shangguan Haitang also searched in his mind because of his name.

She did remember some martial arts people named this name in her mind, but none of her appearance could correspond to the person in front of her, so she didn't think deeply for the time being and said, "It turns out it's Brother Fang. Does Brother Fang know what's inside the box?"

"Do you want to say that it's a big trouble?" Fang Yunhan said with a flat face, "I came down from the top of the mountain. It seems that this thing has at least hundreds of lives, and it's really a trouble."

"It's not just hundreds of lives." Shangguan Haitang said, "When the things in this box first appeared in the world decades ago, it had already caused a bloody storm. It can be imagined that there will be no shortage of life and death battles around this thing in the future."

Fang Yunhan said: "You want to persuade me to stay away from this thing?"

"Not bad." Shangguan Haitang said bluntly.

The wooden box was heavy, and Huang Xuemei ran until now, her arms were unable to bear it.

Fang Yunhan glanced at her and said, "You might as well hold it first."

He only glanced at Huang Xuemei and turned to Shangguan Haitang again, "But I just saved this little girl. If I had to stay away immediately, would I have to abandon her?"

Shangguan Haitang said seriously: "If Brother Fang is willing, Haitang can repay Miss Huang for your life-saving grace, and I will be responsible for her safety in the future."

Fang Yunhan said nothing.

"My reward can be a thousand taels of gold, or a first-class martial arts secret book in the world, or a famous sword that ordinary people can't find in a fortune."

Shangguan Haitang increased his bargaining chips and turned his eyes to Huang Xuemei. When he thought that the little girl had just experienced a drastic change, his tone subconsciously softened, and said, "And I can swear to the sky that as long as I am in one day, I will definitely let Miss Huang grow up safely and happily."

"Oh."

Fang Yunhan laughed, and took a step back, setting a distance from Huang Xuemei.

When Huang Xuemei saw the pair of boots away, she hurriedly looked up. Fang Yunhan looked at her in a blank look and said, "Little girl, how do you choose yourself?"
Chapter completed!