"Master, there is someone on the beam of the room." The triangular eyes suddenly screamed and ran out stumbled.

It’s not that the black shadow wants to do anything to him, but the black shadow suddenly appears, which is really beyond his expectations.

This call attracted the attention of the other three people standing at the door.

"What's going on?" Hisan asked strangely.

"I don't know, I just saw someone on the beam."

"This is impossible!"

"Master, I won't lie to you, look... it seems like a child." As he said that, Triangle Eye lifted the lantern upwards.

Following the direction he pointed, everyone saw a person. The man had messy hair and his limbs were hanging from the beam of the house, but he looked like a child. This person was nothing but Mo Feifan.

Mo Feifan was lying on the beam of the house, hugging the wood under him with his arms tightly. Although several people noticed him, he still did not move.

"Give him a little wake up the incense and get him down." Hisan ordered decisively.

"Yes", a clanging sound rang out.

Mo Feifan, who was scared, was awakened by a very fragrant smell. He was about to look up, but suddenly his body fell suddenly. He immediately turned dark and he became unconscious.

The thin man with broken teeth and the fat man dragged Mo Qing out of the pile of corpses like a dead dog.

The fat man let out a whistle and turned Mo Qing facing the ground: "Boss, this is incredible. Someone can actually get rid of our magic and not kill people in a crazy way."

"Impossible." Hisan replied firmly.

"Yes, this is impossible. This witchcraft is unsatisfactory. Even some masters with advanced Taoism cannot avoid this witchcraft. How could this child have such skills—"

"What if he doesn't matter, if I kill him, I will lose all trouble." Triangular Eye felt that he had been scared to lose face just now and wanted to get the face back from Mo Feifan. He raised his knife and made a move to cut it down.

But just when his knife was two inches away from Mo Feifan's neck, Xishan made a move and clanged his finger tightly: "Slow down!"

As soon as the words were finished, Triangle Eye felt his body shake and his whole arm was numb.

"Master, this, this..." Triangular Eyes took a deep breath and stared in confusion.

Hisan did not look at him, and he didn't even look at his subordinates. He just squatted down slowly, muttering: "This is impossible, this is impossible...unless, this is extraordinary, this is not the case..."

Just when everyone was confused, no one noticed Mo Feifan's right palm moved. His eyes, which were originally dull, suddenly shone like a leopard's eyes. There was a thunder on the ground, and he shouted: "I want to stab you to death!"

Before he could finish his words, the knife in his right palm hit Xishan's chest like a gust of wind. He thought that Xishan would definitely die in this attack, but soon, he felt that he was wrong.

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Mo Feifan's knife stabbed Xishan's heart, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit him, as if he was blocked by something.

Hisan's reaction was very fast, and soon remembered that the box containing "Huocan" was placed on his chest. Unexpectedly, the "Huocan" he had just obtained saved his life. This was really surprising.

"Little bastard, go to death." Xishan's five fingers formed a fist and hit Mo Feifan hard on his temple. With a buzzing sound, Mo Feifan felt his head swell several times in an instant. Immediately, his eyes went dark, and he felt that the surrounding scenery seemed to be shaking rapidly, and his internal organs seemed to jump out of his throat.

Originally, he was arching his body. He had suffered such a violent impact, like a pool of mud, lying on the ground and becoming a "lamb" to be slaughtered. The knife in his hand also dropped on the ground with a click.

As soon as Mo Feifan lay down, several men in black had already rushed up and punched him. This was because the three of them considered that this extraordinary child might be useful to the mage. If he had to kill him, Mo Feifan would have lost his ten lives.

Who would have thought that the trick that had been tried and done was invalid on this "little boy". Who would have thought that this inconspicuous little boy would dare to kill someone?

In just a blink of an eye, Mo Feifan had already been beaten and had flesh and blood, dying.

Seeing that the fight would be killed, the three of them gave up for the time being and wanted to hear the mage's instructions. However, they never thought that the mage Xishan suddenly exclaimed, "This is impossible."

Everyone suddenly felt curious and turned their heads in unison, trying to see what was going on.

It doesn't matter when I look at it, but I find that a gap appeared in the box containing the "Huoyuan" - the hole stabbed by the knife. Of course, the strangeness is not here, but what happens next.

As the eyes were watched, the gap became larger and larger, as if a mysterious force was secretly pushing it. Finally, the entire box and the "remnant knife" inside turned into a ball of red water.

Afterwards, Xishan felt as if he was holding a ball of hot molten iron in his hand. He was so painful that he threw the "moulin" out. The molten iron accidentally poured it on Mo Feifan in front of him again.

Although Hisan's reaction was very fast, he still couldn't escape the price of turning on the fire. Almost at the same time, he and Mo Feifan screamed.

By then, Mo Feifan's flesh and blood gradually melted like a candle, gradually revealing the thick white bones, making people shudder.

In contrast, Hisham's situation was relatively better because he had less contact with molten iron - only the part of his palm. Of course, this does not mean that the damage to him by "molten iron" is limited to this. Looking at it, the trend of melting has slowly spread upward along his arms.

"Quick, cut my hand, hurry." Xishan shouted immediately while enduring the pain in his heart.

The three men hadn't reacted at first. When someone came to his senses, most of his arms had melted. If he didn't do anything, Xishan would probably melt. The man in black-faced gritted his teeth and took off Hisan's entire arm.

Blood beads splattered all over the faces of the two. Xishan watched his arms turn into two bones, and then Mo Feifan turned into a white bone, and Huo Can disappeared without a trace.

"Everything is fake, everything is fake, haha, haha, I have been searching for ten years, Huo Can for ten years, it turns out that everything is fake..." Xishan seemed to be in a bad mood and shouted to the sky.

Three men in black, look at me and look at you, their faces full of bitterness. They were still very excited just now, but now they were like eggplant being beaten with frost, and they all drooped their heads.

As dawn approached, Xishan, who had broken his arm, left Mojia Village in despair.

The once lively Mojia Village no longer exists, and vivid figures have turned into corpses.

The whole thing seemed to be over here. All the people in Mojia Village were killed, and Xishan and his party returned hopelessly. But the facts were far from that simple, and it seemed that there were arrangements in the dark.

Mo Feifan was destroyed because of the "fire ruins" and was reborn because of it.

A flash of thunder broke through the sky.

The winding lightning happened to strike a skeleton. After the lightning, something creepy happened. The bone actually stood up quietly.

Bright red flesh and blood grew on the smooth bones, his skin began to heal slowly, and finally turned into a human form, almost the same as Mo Feifan. A "sword-shaped fetal mark" appeared on Mo Feifan's heart, reborn from the fire.

Originally, Huo Can belonged to Hisham, but he lost his friendship with Huo Can because of his carelessness. Mo Feifan, the poor "lucky man", also had an indissoluble bond with Huo Can.

"Dad, mom..." The coolness of the rain evoked Mo Feifan, who had been sleeping for a long time, from his dream. He suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously shouted: "No..."

It seems that I have had a dream, a very long dream.

The door is heavy, like a mountain.

Mo Feifan gritted his teeth and took a lot of effort to open the door of the ancestral hall. The sunlight outside suddenly shone into the ancestral hall. He narrowed his eyes, paused for a moment, and pushed the door wider.

The sunlight came in more. When he saw the bodies of his relatives, his eyes couldn't help but feel sore and tears burst out from his eyes.

"Ah..." A miserable shout came from the dark ancestral hall.

Listening to it, the birds sing and the flowers cry.

I don’t know how long I had cried, but Mo Feifan, who had already cried, slowly stood up from the blood. At a young age, he knew that from now on, he had a more important mission than crying.

He did not delay, dragged his tired body and dragged everyone in the ancestral hall and on the back mountain back to his respective home step by step.

There were hundreds of people in the village. When Mo Feifan completed this huge task, it was already three days later. In these three days, when he was hungry, he would eat something that had already become rotten and turned bad in various households, and when he was thirsty, he would drink some nearby spring water.

When the bodies were lying on their beds, Mo Feifan fell to their knees, and one by one knocked three times. He swore that he must find his enemies to avenge them.

After kowtowing, Mo Feifan lit a large torch and lit the wooden houses of every household. The flames spread rapidly along the straws covered on the houses. The thick pillars made a sound of banging under the invasion of the fire.

There was thick smoke rolling over the entire village of Mojia Village, and the fire was crazily swallowing the entire village. The flames were just a few feet high. The flash of open flames could be seen seven or eight miles away.

"Dad, mom, Uncle Mo Er and Aunt Mo, please rest assured, I will avenge you." Mo Feifan clenched his fists and swore.

Looking at the burning fire, Mo Feifan slowly retreated with a small bag on his back.

He needs to go to the other side of the mountain, he needs to go to the market, to the capital, and to find places where all enemies may be. There are four left of murderers, one fat and the other thin, an old man with scars on his right face, and one triangular eye.

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After doing everything, Mo Feifan walked towards the mountain with a small bag, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

This was his first time leaving Mojia Village, and it was also his first time to see the outside world. Everything outside seemed so strange. Mo Feifan, who was young, didn't know where to go. It was already two hours after noon (equivalent to four hours now). If you don't leave quickly, you will have to spend the night here tonight.

Although he had never left the mountains, he still heard from adults that wild animals appear frequently in this place. If he is not careful, he may become a food on the plate for the beasts.

Thinking of this, he speeded up. Following the not-so-stupid path, Mo Feifan brushed the small bag on his body and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his sleeves.

He didn't know where the road ahead led, but he just couldn't stop walking forward based on his feelings. The path was stepped on by the nearby mountain people for many years. If you keep walking along this road, you will definitely be able to reach the outside world. Although Mo Feifan is only ten years old, he still understands this simple truth.

Anyone who walks the mountain knows that the mountains are covered with mountains and are not airtight. Mo Feifan feels that this is the longest and most difficult part of his life.

He had thought countless times that after passing this mountain, he could see endless plains and houses with smoke curling from cooking fires.

But after walking through this mountain, another mountain was greeted by him. One, two, three... Mo Feifan didn't know how many bends he had turned, he only knew that his legs were getting heavier and heavier.

I drank a sip of water in the small pit on the side of the road. My little body was going to stop and rest, but at this moment a messy sound came into his ears. Because the distance was too far, he could only hear it blurred.

When Mo Feifan thought that there was finally someone in front of him, he couldn't help but be shocked. He threw himself into his face and got up and ran quickly in the direction of the sound.

The scenery was dark and the flowers were bright again. After running for a while, his horizons suddenly widened. It was a large grassland. What caught him off guard was that it was not the other person who appeared in front of him, but two groups of people fighting.

At this time, I saw two groups of red and white fighting together, fighting in the dark. The two groups of people were quite large, with one hundred and eighty people on each side. Just from the clothes of the corpse lying on the ground, the red clothes should be more powerful. During the melee, you could see a few people in red clothes everywhere, surrounding a person in white clothes chopping and slaughtering. A fresh corpse fell to the ground, and the blood and soil were dyed red. Everything in front of me reminded Mo Feifan of the scene when the whole village was massacred. He was so scared that he covered his mouth and sobbed.

No one noticed that a little boy was watching the scene of the bloody battle. For the two groups of red and white people, the most important thing in front of them was to eliminate the enemy.

Although the white clothes people burst out with strong combat power before dying, the instinct of survival still could not withstand the huge difference in strength. Not long after, there were only about twenty people left wearing white clothes and still struggling to support them.

Seeing that the group of people in white clothes were about to be destroyed, a horse neighed disturbed the situation. Looking at it, one man and one horse suddenly entered the battlefield. The person who came was holding an iron rod as thick as a child's arm in his hand, sitting on the horse like a mountain. Judging from his big copper bell-like eyes and thick lips, this person was definitely a difficult guy.

The arrival of this man made the man in white who had been waiting for death scream: "It is the Yu Er head of the family who is here, and he is here to save us."

The people in white clothes felt that the savior had arrived, while the people in red clothes felt like the disaster had arrived. They stopped and retreated aside. Finally, the people in white clothes did not dare to chase after him, and consciously retreated aside. Needless to say, the person coming must be a master.

A beautiful leap, and his feet with thick lips fell steadily on the grass. Facing his opponent dozens of times his own, his eyes were not afraid, but instead the corners of his mouth were raised and his smile was as usual.

"I told you who it is? It turns out that the dead fish scales have arrived." A man stood up from the crowd in red. Needless to say, he must be the leader of this group of people.

Thick lips are originally named Yu and are named Lin. Because the pronunciation of the two words "fish scales", people often call him "dead fish scales".

Yu Lin snorted coldly and glanced at his brother who was lying on the ground: "Okay, they all bullied me, Baidao Gang, and even killed so many of us brothers. We have to calculate the accounts today."

The red-clothed leader pointed to Yu Lin's nose and responded: "Don't talk nonsense, in this Liujia Town, whoever has a strong fist is the boss."
Chapter completed!