Bidding farewell to Namtso, leaving the realm of the Raised Beard Divine Clan, Ling Xuanluo served as a guide, leading Jiang Nanjun and Zhuxing back along the route that came a few days ago. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After passing through a clearing in the forest, he recognized that it was the place where the Kunming tribe had a meeting that night, so he looked around again. But all traces of the rally at that time can no longer be found, and even the embers of the fire have been scattered by several mountain rains, leaving nothing.

After walking for most of the day, the three of them walked out of the old forest, and a village full of gangan-style bamboo buildings appeared in front of them. Ling Xuanluo inquired all the way, and finally found out about the residence of the old Zarai, so he hurried over.

Halfway up the mountainside, erect a bamboo building on the top of the mountain, the roof and the front porch, hang the cloth sign printed with the tribal totem high, look far higher than the surrounding distribution of the buildings, very highlight the dignity of the owner of the bamboo building, it must be the residence of Zalai Lao and Erjiang.

When the three of them came downstairs, they saw a few cows and a few chickens pacing leisurely in the overhead at the bottom of the building, completely undisturbed by visitors. Upstairs was silent, and I wondered if anyone was inside.

Ling Xuanluo tried to shout two voices upstairs, but no one answered, but a villager passed by with a bamboo basket on his back. He saw that these people were dressed in a foreign land, and their appearance and demeanor were good, so he stopped and looked curiously.

When Ling Xuanluo saw someone coming, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "This fellow, do you know that Zalai always lives here?"

The villagers looked honest, and when they saw this handsome boy coming over to talk to him, they were a little frightened, and stammered, "Yes...... Yes, the patriarch and his half-headed son, Erjiang, live here. But I haven't been out since I saw them come back last night, and I haven't been out until this hour today. Usually they get up very early, and there are people in the building to serve them. Today, I don't even see the people who are waiting, which is very strange. ”

When Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun heard this, they had a premonition of ominousness. The two of them looked at each other in unison, and they both said "not good", and hurriedly rushed up the stairs.

Across the front porch, the doors of several rooms were closed, still quiet. All the utensils upstairs are neatly arranged, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

They knocked on the door one by one, but no one answered. In desperation, he had to break the door strongly.

The door of the first room was opened, like a reception room, and the tables, chairs, niches, etc. were placed normally, and there was no abnormality.

But when they pushed open the second door, there was a thick and pungent bloody smell in the face, and when they were shocked, they looked at it again, and it turned out to be a richly furnished bedroom, which could be laid on the floor, lying on the side of Zalai Lao, and on the floor next to him, he was lying on the ear river, both of them had fallen in a pool of blood, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

"This ...... How could this be?" Ling Xuanluo was so shocked that he took a few steps back, and just stepped on the villager who answered him, and the man was bold enough to climb up to see the excitement.

The villagers have never been out of this primitive village until now, let alone seen anything in the world, and suddenly bumped into such a bloody murder scene, and they were so frightened that they screamed and screamed, and they rushed downstairs and shouted for someone to go.

Ling Xuanluo didn't expect to see the second side of Erjiang, which was actually the scene of him being killed, and it was difficult to accept it for a while, so he just stood in a daze.

Jiang Nanjun was also shocked at first, but quickly calmed down, and with a cold face, he went over to check the pulse of the two.

Among the three of them, there was only Zhuxing, who hummed and chirped upstairs, babbling around the front porch, curiously checking the various kinds of things used by the mourners, neither surprised nor frightened, as if he was unaware of anything that happened in the outside world.

(To be continued.) )