Chapter 1782 (1/2)

All the way up the mountain, Han 3000 can't help looking back to the direction of Wuyou village. When he reaches the middle of the mountain, Wuyou village flashes. Han 3000 knows that those people have arrived, and Xu Hai should be burning at the last moment of his life.

”Those people wanted to humiliate him, so they took off his facial features and let him feel the persecution of his kindred with his heart. For him, this kind of suffering is far more difficult than the naked eye. Today, it may be his relief.” Qin Qingfeng sighed bitterly.

”Who are they?” Han 3000 clenched his teeth and asked in a cold voice.

”You'll know.” Qin Qingfeng didn't speak. He lowered his head and walked up the mountain.

Han 3000 angrily looked at Qin Qingfeng, followed him, and started again.

Walking all night, the four finally resisted the top of the mountain when it was light. Han Sanyi bit his teeth and looked at Qin Qingfeng with anger in his eyes.

He shouldn't have committed such a crime.

More should not be with those people!

At this time of daybreak, in the case of excellent line of sight, looking at the foot of the mountain of Wuyou village, there is nothing prosperous and prosperous, but fragments of the wall.

”No worry village?” Wang Simin looked at today's worry free village and murmured.

”It never existed.” Han 3000 is a little sad.

Yesterday is just a dream.

When I wake up, I have nothing.

”Let's... Let's find something.” Qin Qingfeng did not turn his head to one side. He lowered his head and walked forward.

At the foot of the mountain, the leading middle-aged man looked at the dying Xu Hai, angry. The whole night of torture, but this son of a bitch did not speak even a word.

Angry, he killed Xu Hai and sent people to look around the village.

Wuyou village is located in the basin. As long as we guard the front line of the village, it is impossible for those people to escape from other places.

At this time, a man rushed over: ”my Lord, I found footprints in the snow mountain. I believe someone ran to the snow mountain.”

The middle-aged man looked at the snow mountain coldly: ”what are they going to do there?”

His hands gave a cold smile: ”the vast expanse of white on the snow mountain, in addition to growing some trees, there is no grass. I think it's also a group of idiots. I can't find a place to hide it.”

The brow of middle-aged people is locked. Is it to play with them? The most dangerous place is the safest place?!