Chapter 37: Wear a funeral suit (2/2)

At night, Xiao Yang pushed open Xiao Ye's door and walked in.

”Dad.” Xiao Ye said.

Looking at Xiao Ye, Xiao Yang's expression softened and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He slowly said, ”Ye'er, you are right during the day.”

”When you come back next time, Qingyang Town may no longer exist.”

Xiao Yemeng looked up and stared at Xiao Yang.

”It won't take long for the blood wolf to break through to the innate realm. This news is now only known to me and the three village heads.” Xiao Yang said sadly.

boom!

Xiao Yeru was struck by lightning and his body trembled.

It's no wonder that the village head and Xiao Yang couldn't wait to let him leave Qingyang Town, the original reason is this.

Today's supper may also be the last reunion dinner for their family.

”So, you have to leave and hope you don't disappoint me and the village chief. If you are not sure about revenge, never come back.” Xiao Yang stared deeply at his son.

”I'm Xiao Yang, so I have a son in this life, what do you want?” Xiao Yang smiled on his face, and then turned away.

Looking at Xiao Yang's back, Xiao Ye's soul trembles, a sense of panic spreads throughout the body.

He thought he still had time.

Even, he can use the Houtiandan he brought back to cultivate an Houtian Realm team to fight against the Blood Wolf Guard. The two jade spirits can also allow the village head and Xiao Yang to make further progress.

But now, he has no time to implement these.

If the blood wolf really breaks into the innate realm, he can’t resist it, and Qingyang Town will become the dust of history, and all the villagers will die.

At this moment, the voices of Dad and Niang, Xiao Tianxiong, Xiao Dashan and others appeared in Xiao Ye's mind.

”Do not!”

”I will never allow this to happen!”

Xiao Ye clenched his fists tightly, his eyes shining brightly.

In a flash, he made a decision.

The night passed quickly, and when the day hadn't been brightened yet, Xiao Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and a firm color flashed in his eyes.

He quietly pushed the door and walked out, toward the east of the village by the dim starlight.

At the moment, the village was quiet, only the head of the village was on guard to prevent the blood gang attack, and the villagers were sleeping.

To the east of Xiaojia Village, there is a wasteland, which is thousands of meters in length, and the tombstones stand up, looking a little bland.

Xiaojiazuo!

Here are the Xiaojia villages in the past, burying bones for the villagers who died in the village. However, all villagers who live, die or die are not eligible to be buried here.

Beside the cemetery, there was also a simple wooden shed with candle-like lights swaying, accompanied by a depressing cough, a ricket figure, holding the lights, came out of it.

”Xiao Ba!” Through the swaying fire, Xiao Ye saw a familiar face.

Today, Xiao Ba is much older, and when he is in his prime, he has white hair on his temples, as if the old man with wind and candles is no longer old.

”Hehe... Xiao Ye, you are back.” Xiao Ba laughed.

”Well, Uncle,” Xiao Ye nodded.

Hearing Xiao Ye's words, Xiao Ba's expression froze, and the lights in his hand fell to the ground, and he asked with a trembling voice: ”You... you call me Uncle? Don't you hate me?”

Xiao Ye sighed.

Seeing Xiao Ba now, he can no longer hate.

”No hate anymore,” Xiao Ye shook his head.

Ashamed and excited on Xiao Ba's face, he kept bowing towards Xiao Ye: ”I'm sorry, sorry, I was confused before, and so many villagers were killed. I am willing to spend my whole life to guard their graves. , Wash yourself wrong.”

”Fine Uncle.” Xiao Ye reached out and stopped him. ”Bring me a mourning suit. I want to keep the tomb for them.”

Xiao Ba heard that he quickly took out a mourning suit from the wooden shed and gave it to Xiao Ye.

After changing to the white mourning clothes, Xiao Ye kneeled down on the knees at the newly added 300 tombstones.

”My uncles and uncles, I'm back.” Xiao Ye whispered softly, staring at the tombstones.

He could not forget that those villagers died on the same day under the blood wolf gang in order to protect him.

Those fresh lives now turn into a cup of loess, where they sleep forever.

Time lapsed in silence. When half an hour passed, Xiao Ye stood up and his eyes were surging.

”My Xiao Ye once vowed to use the blood of the blood wolf to commemorate you, and I will do it.” Xiao Ye finished, carrying the Yan knife, and left in a white mourning suit.

”Xiao Ye, where are you going!” Xiao Ba was surprised and asked quickly.

”Kill the blood wolf.” These three words spit out from Xiao Ye's mouth, let Xiao Ba stay on the spot.

Uh!

Xiao Ye was like lightning. He crossed the wall of Xiaojia Village high and hurried towards the Niujiao Mountain. Even the villagers who were watching the vigil at the entrance of the village did not notice it.

”Blood wolf, today you are either dead, or I am dead!” Xiao Ye wore a mourning suit and climbed to Niujiaoshan.