Yellow Turban Powerful Warrior Woodcarving: It can be used to summon a Yellow Turban Powerful Warrior at the peak of the Yin God Realm. It will come and wield it when summoned, and it will be damaged.

When he held the Yellow Turban Wooden Warehouse, a slight turbulence appeared in Li Xun's heart. To be honest, Li Xun really didn't expect that the weird tattoo would spit out such a treasure.

I think such a treasure would be jealous even if it exists in the Yin Shen Realm. It is almost equivalent to a powerful bodyguard who is at the peak of the Yin Shen Realm and is fearless of death.

I'm afraid that only the fourth-grade mansion master in the first place can have such treatment.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the strange tattoo that had disappeared from his chest, and the jade-like yellow turban wood carving was hidden in his arms.

This is a good thing that can save your life at a critical moment.

Hanjialing is actually not far from Fengchi County, only about twenty miles away. With Li Xun's current cultivation level, even if he is carrying a coffin, his walking speed is not slow. He has arrived in Hanjialing in about an hour.

Hanjialing is located between an unknown mountain and belongs to the 800-mile Canglong Mountain. The mountain is not high, and the highest point is only more than 100 meters, which can only be regarded as a small hill.

However, this nameless hill with a radius of more than ten miles raises more than ten people, such as Xujialing, Zhaojialing and Dujialing, and more than a dozen villages.

The existence of Hanjialing can be traced back hundreds of years ago. After so many years of reproduction, there are about two or three hundred villagers.

However, this day can be said to be the most painful and sad day since Han Jialing's existence.

There are only dozens of families in the entire Hanjialing family, but the Yan family's fire made almost every family in Hanjialing mourning, and every household was mourning.

Along with Zhaojialing and Xujialing next door, most of the young people in the three villages were almost working in the Yan family dyeing workshop. In addition to being killed by evil spirits and being ordered to burn corpses with spiritual fire to avoid turning into evil corpses, dozens of corpses were sent back.

In the three villages, along with the corpses, the bad news about the people who were burned, seemed to be shrouded in a sad atmosphere on this day.

When Li Xun walked into Hanjialing with a coffin on his back, the whole existence was already crying.

It was originally a surname, with the same ancestor, and every family was related to blood. As the bodies were sent back, they cried all the time to confirm the bad news of their relatives. Although there were relatives working in Yan's dyeing workshop, they did not get the news, but their heart was also hanging, fearing that bad news would come next moment.

At the entrance of the village, an old man with gray eyebrows stood there with a cane on one hand and was supported by several young and strong men, looking at the rugged road with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Seeing Li Xun parked at the entrance of the village with a coffin on his back, the old man said with a trembling lips: "Sir, I wonder which child is my Hanjialing?"

The oldest of these dead are no more than thirty years old, and the youngest is even in their teens. In the eyes of the old man, they are indeed a group of children.

Li Xun sighed in his heart: "Which family is Han Xiaolan?"

A trace of dullness flashed in the old man's eyes. Although he knew that the coffin must be from their Hanjialing when he saw Li Xun stopping in their Hanjialing, when he heard Han Xiaolan's name, the old man still couldn't help but feel sad.

He said to a man beside him with tears in his eyes: "My fourth uncle, please take this adult back to handle Xiao Lan'er's funeral!"

The man was Han Xiaolan's uncle. He nodded to the old man. When his eyes fell on the coffin behind Li Xun, even the iron-like man could no longer help it, and his tears rolled down and started crying in a low voice.

Li Xun followed the man, and the man walked slowly, but for some reason, he always felt a little inconsistent when he took steps.

However, Li Xun didn't take it seriously. Perhaps he was heartbroken at this moment and his niece died prematurely.

When I walked into the village, a wind blew, with a cold and a crying sound, making people feel sad in my heart. Even Li Xun could not help but be affected, and the corners of his eyes were slightly sore.

The sunset has set and the sky is gray, just like everyone in Hanjialing.

There were almost a hundred people in the valley, both young and old gathered together, crying while digging graves one by one. At first glance, these people were stiff and their faces were dull, as if they were completely exhausted.

Nearly twenty night watchmen stood among the young and old, and looked at them calmly. Looking closely, these people's eyes were a little lost, and they seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of them that every family was mourning and every household had graves.

A familiar figure appeared in Li Xun's inspection line. Who would it be if it were Meng Li?

As he stepped forward, Li Xun walked into the valley, and immediately heard a sad howling echoing in the valley. The howling seemed to touch the saddest memories in his heart. Li Xun paused and a misty aura appeared in his eyes.

Almost twenty night watchmen carrying coffins stood there in a daze. Around them, they were stiff in movements, dull-faced young and old, crying and mechanically digging the tomb. The crying sound was endless, giving people a strange feeling.

The man who led Li Xun to the valley paused and turned his head to look at Li Xun. It seemed that his movements were a little too big. His neck turned 180 degrees, and his eyes were filled with whites, as if he was dead fish's eyes.

He only looked at Li Xun, and the man quickly turned his head, but his neck was a little crooked. The man quickly held his head with his hands and helped him straighten him. Then he grabbed the shovel beside him and digged the hole. At the same time, he also made a sluggish crying sound, which merged with the crying sounds of hundreds of old and young people in the valley, echoing in the valley.

One night watchman after another was led into the valley with a coffin on his back, and then one by one, like Meng Li, Li Xun and others, stood there in a daze with his coffin on his back.

The sky gradually darkened, and hundreds of young and old had been digging the tombs that had been around for nearly two hours, but they seemed to be tireless.

Bang, bang, between the rugged mountain road not far away, the old white-haired village chief walked over with a shaking help from several men.

The old village chief's hand holding the crutch was covered with age spots, and his skin was rough like dead tree bark. When his eyes fell on the more than 20 night watchmen in the valley, a hint of greed appeared in his originally turbid eyes.

Guru, the old village chief couldn't help swallowing, his pace was a little faster.

A gloomy wind blew, and among the mountains and forests in the distance, a croaking crow sounded throughout the night sky.

The old village chief, who seemed to be able to blow down even with a gust of wind, appeared like a ghost next to a night watchman with a physical body, only one step away from Li Xun.

He looked greedy and approached the night watchman's bloody chest, his eyes fell on the beating blood vessels of the neck. His scarlet tongue couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth, and made a laugh like a night owl: "What a full bloody energy, I really want to chew it and swallow it..."

The old village chief couldn't help but lick the night watchman's neck. The scarlet tongue was like a barb, and suddenly a piece of flesh and blood was swept away. A piece of black frost appeared on the wound, and no blood was gushing out. The night watchman seemed to be conscious, looking at the hundreds of crying young and old people in a daze.

Guru swallowed the flesh and blood. A trace of flesh and blood hung on the corner of his mouth. He sniffed his nose, as if he had noticed something. His body did not move, but his neck turned 180 degrees. One eye was filled with the whites, and the other eye had black and smelly blood flowing, staring at Li Xun tightly.
Chapter completed!