Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
Yunzhou, Baifu County, Dabaicheng, Shaoyao Village.
This is the seventh village that Zhao Wujiang has visited.
Except for the first Dongniu Village, the second Xiniu Village he entered, and the third to sixth villages he visited successively, no survivors were found.
Under this vast winter snow, at least four villages had no survivors.
Zhao Wujiang's mood became heavier and heavier, his expression became calmer and calmer, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.
He was like a calm active volcano, and the cultivation level in his body was already running wildly, constantly agitating, as if he wanted to vent something.
In Shaoyao Village, he still found no trace of living people.
Not all villagers are as lucky as those in Dongniu Village, who can survive the strange winter snow and no relief supplies for more than ten days.
He and Lin Yu searched in the village and found a small house with the door slightly opened.
He immediately stepped forward, raised his hand, and Feng Xu grabbed the door, shaking off the snow.
There was no movement in the house.
Zhao Wujiang came to the door of the room and saw a pair of cloth shoes on a pair of black and blue feet.
The owner of the foot is a middle-aged man who looks honest and honest.
The man was wearing a thin undershirt, his hands were red and blue, and they were covered with snow and frost from the cold.
The man had been dead for a long time, and the winter snow was extremely cold, so his body had not rotted away.
Zhao Wujiang followed the man's angry and unwilling eyes and looked at him.
On the small bed in the house, a woman wrapped in quilt was curled up.
The woman's expression was peaceful, her face covered with a thin layer of frost. In her curled-up body, she held tightly a girl wearing a velvet hat. The girl was also wrapped in a loose men's coat.
The girl frowned slightly and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Lin Yu stood at the door with red eyes. He picked up the man's dead stiff body with both hands and carried the man to the bed.
The family of three sat together again.
It was snowing outside and the sky was dim.
Zhao Wujiang placed a heating object in front of the bed and stuffed a spiritual stone into it.
Warm light filled the house, trying to wake up the three members of the family who had died long ago.
"Good night."
Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows condensed into a sword about to be unsheathed. He smiled, turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
Lin Yu was like a huge stone, blocking the entrance to the house and blocking the howling cold wind.
Outside the hut, dozens of monks were already surrounding him, watching eagerly.
"Two fellow Taoists, please sign up!
Otherwise, today, you will only be buried here! "
One of the monks stepped out, and his tyrannical venerable cultivation was clearly revealed, and he had reached the level of the venerable Master of Five Tribulations.
He is a guest at the governor's mansion of Baifu County.
There are many people with his level of cultivation.
The cold wind blew, filling Zhao Wujiang's black robe, making a hunting sound. He slowly stretched out a hand, as if to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.
“Buzz!!!”
The sword energy trembled and flew across the sky, passing him by.
Lin Yu grabbed the sword and swept out from behind him, slashing towards the raging wind and snow.
"Looking for death!" The county guard's guest glared angrily, raised his hand, and a huge crowd of monks attacked him.
"Ah!" Lin Yu's eyebrows were angry and his eyes were red. He cut through the wind and snow with one knife, and cut out dozens of scarlet blood streaking across the sky.
Wails filled the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen strong men fell to the ground.
The county guard's guest blocked the attack and stepped back quickly, his feet sinking deeply into the snow. Fear arose in his heart, and he gestured with one hand behind his back to convey the message.
"My young master is kind-hearted, and the last thing he wants to see is a scene where blood is being spilled." Lin Yu strode closer and chopped off a monk's head with one knife. The head was buried shallowly in the snow, with hot blood gurgling from his neck. Holding the knife, he smiled and said:
"What a bunch of shit!"
He and His Highness knew what these monks were here for without asking.
Besides coming to silence them, what else could they come for? Are you here to save the victims?
He hoped so, so that not so many people would die.
