Chapter 170 (1/2)

All the way down the Lingshan mountain of hengyuezong, ye Chen took out a black robe and put it on his body. Then he took out a cloak and called out the immortal fire, which turned into immortal fire cloud color. Then he flew to Zhao, a thousand miles away.

Six hours later, he fell out of the air.

Not far away, is a small village, although it is at night, but still can see the beautiful scenery around.

However, at this time, the small village was still quiet and scarred. There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Even the wind blowing was like a howl.

”This should be Shanhe village.” Spread out the map, ye Chen glanced at it, and then looked at a small village in front of him.

After receiving the map, ye Chen walked into the small village and found that the land under his feet was red, and there were several places where blood had not dried up.

”It's so hateful.” Ye Chen's cold voice is sonorous, and his face is like frost.

No wonder he was so. He saw collapsed houses and blood splashed bamboo and wood along the way. He could imagine the bloody scene of the small village when it was completely slaughtered.

Although he is a monk, he should ask with all his heart, but he knows that the so-called friars are also derived from human beings. People will have all kinds of heart, and all people have good and evil. As a monk, he can hardly tolerate the tragic death of innocent people.

”they are all innocent people, who is so cruel.” While saying, ye Chen is constantly searching for clues in the houses.

However, this circle turned down, he did not find the slightest, the person who made the move was very cautious and did not leave any clues.

Helpless, he had to leave.

Then, according to intelligence instructions, he went to dozens of other villages, but still found nothing.

At this moment, night has come.

Ye Chen appeared in a small village where he was recently slaughtered. As a monk, his soul has advanced to the mysterious realm, and it is easy to find strong resentment in the village.

Yeah?

Is walking, ye Chen eyebrows slightly wrinkled, ”soul wave.”

Immediately, he followed the weak soul wave, until a withered peach blossom tree stopped his body.

In the distance, he saw an illusory figure floating there, the body was transparent, vaguely visible that it was a girl of 12-3 years old, wandering under the peach blossom tree.

”Soul.” Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and saw the category of the girl.

The so-called soul is an incomplete soul, but it has some characteristics of the soul. Monks have souls, ordinary people have souls.

After the death of ordinary people, the soul will also dissipate. However, the soul that can still exist between heaven and earth must have a strong power of thinking, which can be obsession and resentment, which means that they are still attached to the world, so whether they will disappear for a long time.

Thinking in this way, ye Chen walked in the past, maybe walking with wind, so that the soul of the girl's illusory body are some floating swaying.

”Little sister, were you from this village before you died?” Looking at the girl's soul, ye Chen asked tentatively.

Hearing Ye Chen talking to herself, the girl looked at Ye Chen with a confused face, nodded, and shook her head in some delirium.