The scorched black, the broken houses, and the light of the fire burned all over the village.

All the peace and tranquility had vanished, and the thick smell of blood filled the air.

It was really difficult for Shen Yanxiao to associate such a miserable scene in front of her with such a simple and unpretentious small village, she walked in the direction of Suzaku according to Suzaku's news, and along the way she saw the corpses of many villagers, those lifeless corpses were lying quietly on the ground, and the soil under her body had been stained red with blood.

Many of these villagers once had a relationship with Shen Yanxiao, and Shen Yanxiao could even clearly remember that the uncle who fell by the wall once enthusiastically stuffed two hot steamed buns into her arms.

The villagers' innocent and honest smiles seemed to be still in front of them, but they could never wake up.

Shen Yanxiao's brows furrowed, although she had always felt that this village was very weird, it was difficult for her to have any disgust with these villagers.

She has seen countless dark sides of time, but she still cherishes those positive things.

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

Shen Yanxiao's heart was a little heavier, and only after seeing Suzaku could she know what was going on in this small village!

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

Suzaku crouched against the wall with his small body, staring at something with excitement on his face.

Shen Yanxiao walked over, and the little phoenix squatting on the head of the Vermilion Bird immediately noticed her appearance, and happily fanned its wings.

Suzaku turned his head to look at Shen Yanxiao, made a silent hum arrogantly, and then hooked her white and tender fingers at her.

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

Uncle Nine was able to hug his back, standing not far away, scarred all over his body, he gasped for breath, and barely supported his body with the crutches in his hand.

Opposite Uncle Jiu, is a little boy about thirteen or fourteen years old, extremely delicate and handsome, although he is still young, but it can be seen that he will definitely grow into a beautiful boy who will amaze the world in the future, but unfortunately, this little beautiful young man's handsome face does not have the slightest expression, and it is difficult to see any fluctuations in his indifferent eyes, he stands straight opposite Uncle Jiu, and the ten fingers of his hands hanging on both sides of his body are full of blood, and the red blood droplets drip down his fingertips and fall on the two corpses lying at his feet.

The two corpses were all villagers in this village, and the chests of those two people were forced to be pulled out, and the hearts that were taken out were 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 were killing, their expressions would not fluctuate at all, and the most important thing was the eyes, the eyes were the windows to the soul, whether a person's emotions fluctuated or not, mainly looked at the eyes, even the top killers, it was difficult to be truly unaware, but the beautiful young man in front of him, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, without the slightest change.

"Who's that little ghost?" Shen Yanxiao rarely saw someone so ruthless, and the other party's age seemed to be about the same as the age of her body, it was really hard to imagine that she could be so ruthless at such a young age.