When he returned home, Downing was lucky not to meet the tiger. The bucket was also placed by the stream, and no one touched it, but the sika deer still looked at Tang Ning with a nervous face.

Tang Ning, who had just recognized his master, was in a good mood, although the master was already a dead man, he was no longer a nameless person. The sense of belonging is very wonderful, after living in the Niu San family for so long, I didn't have a sense of belonging, but after burying a skeleton that died I don't know how many years ago, Tang Ning had a sense of belonging.

He stubbornly believed that this skeleton was his master. For this, he also squeezed out several tears.

A lie is told ten thousand times before it becomes the truth, and Downing has only said it more than a hundred times in his heart now.

There is still a long way to go!

If you can deceive yourself, it will be very easy to deceive others.

Walking home with a bucket, Tang Ning, who was inexplicably excited, did not feel tired at all. Even though he was already sweating, Tang Ning still had a silly smile on his face.

As he walked, Tang Ning suddenly smelled a burning smell and had some doubts in his heart.

In front of him was a broad-leaved forest, and it was not clear what was going on outside. Passing through the broad-leaved forest, you will find the location of the fugitive village. Could it be that someone's house accidentally caught fire? Burned the house?

Thinking of this, Tang Ning's pace was much faster, and the two buckets of water he fetched might become a life-saver.

But the moment Downing walked out of the woods, the bucket he was carrying in his two hands fell to the ground with a thud. The stream that had just been brought back was sprinkled on the ground, and Tang Ning stared blankly at the raging fire that engulfed the village, his Adam's apple squirmed up and down, and he couldn't say a word.

Smoke billowed and the wind blew towards Downing. Smelling this pungent smell, Tang Ning ran madly in the direction of the village.

One of the shoes was lost, and the soles of the feet were scratched by stones, but Tang Ning didn't realize it, and it wasn't until he was near the village that Tang Ning saw corpses all over the ground.

The village was a hellish scene, with seven or eight houses burning with flames and the air around them distorted by the heat.

There were densely packed corpses lying on the ground, and a rough estimate estimated that there were more than thirty.

Blood flowed out of the corpse's body, pooled together, and flowed past Tangning's feet.

Downing's mouth opened and closed, and a gurgling sound came out of his throat. He staggered towards the corpses all over the ground, found Ma Sheng whose head had been cut off, found the tall boss who had been poked like a tattered balloon, found the old man Li with a shocking scar on his back, and also saw Niu San, who was not blind.

Finally...... What's going on? Tang Ning felt that his legs were a little weak, and the strong smell of blood mixed with the pungent smell of burnt thatch rushed into Tang Ning's nose and poured into Tang Ning's chest.

The stomach turned over and over, Tang Ning couldn't help it, so he vomited all over the ground.

Falling to his knees with a thud, Tang Ning burst into tears.

What the hell is going on? Tang Ning asked again in his heart, stretched out to Niu San in front of him with trembling hands, and whispered with a crying voice: "Uncle Niu...... Uncle Niu......"

The village was bloodied and littered with stumps and severed arms left behind by mutilated corpses. Tang Ning raised his head and took a look, he couldn't help but feel dizzy again, lowered his head, and spit out again with a wow.

I vomited the bowl of wild vegetables I ate in the morning, and I vomited the water I had just drunk with a dry mouth. Tang Ning felt that his internal organs were advancing towards his throat vigorously, and he felt that if he vomited again, he would vomit out his internal organs.

"What the hell is going on!" Tang Ning cried and shouted, how could the person who was still alive more than an hour ago become like this after he came back! What did Lao Li Tou do, and who was so cruel that even an old man could do it!

That's right! And Aunt Niu! And small stones and plums! Where did they go?

Tang Ning propped his hands on the ground and struggled to stand up to calm himself down. His legs were still trembling, and Tang Ning did not rush into the burning house, but first treated the injury on his foot.

The thatch was burned away, and the stones were burned red. Tang Ning sat on a wooden pier in the middle of the village, staring blankly, quietly waiting for the monstrous flames to slowly extinguish.

Minutes and seconds passed, from noon in the scorching sun to a dark night.

The motherly and gentle moon replaced the strict fatherly sun, but Tang Ning never found any trace of Aunt Niu and her two children. He didn't even find the other three women.

A heart kept sinking, and Tang Ning stood in the middle of the village in despair.

Maybe they've fled, maybe they've been captured by the people who did it all, or maybe they'...... They're all dead.

Either way, it's the end of nine deaths. Will the cold-blooded killer who refuses to let go even the elderly spare women and children? Where can you escape from this piece of Rooster Ridge? The poisonous snakes and beasts all over the ground fled into the mountains and forests, didn't they also end up in the belly of the beast?

In the moonlight, the lonely boy stood in the middle of the ruined village, biting his lip and trembling his body. His shadow was stretched very long, covering Ma Sheng's head and Niu San's eyes......

In the early morning, the boy in Rooster Ridge was covered in blood. He was wielding his hoe and digging holes in the ground. His hands were dripping with blood, some from others, and some from the skin of his delicate palms.

On the edge of the pit that Tang Ning was digging now, there were thirteen dirt bags that were not too big or small, and he had been busy all night last night, and finally collected the corpses of Niu San and them, and dug seven pits and buried them in them. He dug the other six pits for the four women, and for the small stones and plums.

He didn't think that four unarmed women could survive with their two children in this dangerous forest, and even if these killers didn't kill them themselves, they managed to drive them to their deaths.

Tang Ning did not find Zhao Zheng's body, but he did find a headless body. I endured the desire to vomit and searched for a long time in the pile of dead bodies full of flies, but I didn't find the head of this corpse, but the clothes he was wearing were very similar to Zhao Zheng. So he took the corpse as Zhao Zheng and buried it in the pit.

He was now digging the fourteenth pit, which he had left for himself. After last night, Downing had already thought of himself as a dead man.

After living in a fugitive village for more than a month, although he was only an outsider, he experienced the warmth of the world in this village full of lawbreakers officially recognized by the Great Song Dynasty.

The warmth between people was hard-won, but when Downing decided to protect it, it disappeared.

Tang Ning is not a person with great ambitions, in another world, he also lives in a state of confusion with the idea of eating and waiting for death, and living a day is a day. When he came to Da Song, he also had this idea. It's just that in the Great Song Dynasty, he can rely on his vision and insight beyond the times to make himself rich and live a better life.

However, there are eight words, but they have run through Tang Ning's life for more than 20 years.

The grace of dripping water is reciprocated by springs. This sentence has been kept in mind by Tangning since he was very young. During the time when he grew up beside his grandfather, he always taught Tang Ning not to forget the kindness of others and not to be a white-eyed wolf with a wolf's heart and lungs.

Under the influence of his grandfather, Tang Ning has always been serious about carrying out these eight words to the end.

Niu San rescued him and took him in, and the people in the village loved him very much, and Tang Ning did not dare to forget this kindness. But before he could repay, everyone died in just an hour. Tang Ning was in pain and guilty, and in the same way, he was angry.

Last night, in the moonlight, when he picked up Niu San's dead corpse, a crazy thought rose in Tang Ning's heart.

He's going to find the man who killed the fugitives! He's going to kill them all!

It was the first time in more than 20 years that he had such a strong desire. If he didn't, his life would be filled with pain and guilt.

Taking off his blood-stained clothes, Tang Ning threw his clothes into the dirt pit with a blank face.

After filling in the pit, Downing turned and left. Kneeling down in front of Niu San's grave, Tang Ning looked at the dirt bag in a daze, and tears slipped from his red and swollen eyes again, and two tear stains rushed out of his black and gray face.

I don't know how long it took for Tang Ning to slowly get up and walk under the wooden pier in the middle of the village full of marks of knives and axes, gritted his teeth and moved the wooden pier away, revealing a few clothes buried underneath.

This is Zhao Zheng buried, Tang Ning many times when he can't sleep at night, he goes out to breathe, and he can always see Zhao Zheng's sneaky figure under the hazy moonlight.

This is a very unique person, even if everyone is a grasshopper tied to a rope, but Zhao Zheng only thinks about himself most of the time.

Although it is not known what Zhao Zheng is doing with burying his clothes here, now, these clothes have come in handy in Tang Ning's plan. Bending down and stretching out his bloody hands, he pulled his clothes out of the pit, took a few breaths, and moved the stake back.

All the houses in the village had collapsed, and the thatch and wooden beams had been reduced to ash and charcoal by the fire.

The stones, which served as the walls of the huts, also fell horizontally and vertically to the ground. Tang Ning laboriously moved away the stones, searched in the ruins for a long time, and finally found Aunt Niu's sewing kit.

With his clothes and sewing kit in hand, Downing limped towards the stream.

Before entering the woods, Downing glanced back at the village one last time, and then disappeared into the forest, without a trace, just like the colorful tiger he had seen by the stream......