The temperature in autumn has dropped, and the closer it gets to the entrance of the forest, the cooler it is. Walking through the low bushes, there are tall numbers that are brought into your eyes. At first glance, the front is still as lush as usual. However, Zhan Xiao always felt uneasy when he stepped on the land beneath his feet.

Usually at this time, women from all families would take their children in groups to play in the bushes, and laughter and playful sounds are indispensable. Now they seem a little strangely quiet. The more they go home, the more Zhan Xiao’s heart is, the more powerful it is.

Not far from the entrance, there was a stone platform with some repair and polishing utensils on it. Uncle Li was injured by a beast during his wildlife in his early years, and his legs were inconvenient. He sat next to the stone platform every day, and the hunters who entered and left the room to repair hunting utensils. Occasionally, some exquisite traps were made to sell to hunters from various families to make a living. Now, the stone platform has fallen, and scattered utensils are scattered all over the ground. Under the bushes are the wooden crutches that Uncle Li is leaning on.

Zhan Xiao was shocked and hurried to his wooden house. Along the way, there was a strong smell of blood coming. When he arrived at the door of his house, he pushed the door in. His younger brother Yuntian fell in a pool of blood, and his hands and feet twitched weakly. Zhan Xiao roared and rushed over, gently helped his younger brother up, and trembled his fingers and reached out to his younger brother's breath.

The little body kept twitching slightly, and blood kept flowing behind Zhan Yuntian's head and stimulating Zhan Xiao's nerves. He had never been so scared. While worried about his father and mother, he wanted to calmly stop the bleeding behind his brother's head first. Seeing that the bleeding had stopped and the twitching slowly stopped, Yuntian's little mouth began to make a slight sound.

"It hurts, mom."

He had guessed what had happened, but reason told him to calm down and arrange his younger brother first before finding his father and mother. Zhan Xiao couldn't stop the tears in his eyes and called out softly, "Little brother, brother is back, don't be afraid."

Zhan Yuntian seemed to hear Zhan Xiao's soft call, and after muttering "Brother Xiao", there was no sound again. Zhan Xiao ran out of the door like crazy and ran to the nearby hunter's house.

The doors and windows of every household were closed, and only the door of Uncle Wang Qing left a gap. Zhan Xiao pushed the door open, and Sister Wang hugged Xiao Wang Lin and fell to the wall with blood. The house was messy, and the furniture and other objects were completely damaged. It looked like they had been after a fight. Zhan Xiao slowly moved over the ground, squatted down, and looked into the two of them, and found that they had already died of anger.

He didn't care about anything else, and ran to each other, knocking the door from door to door, but found that he couldn't open it, as if someone was staring at the door inside and preventing him from entering.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm Zhan Xiao. Open the door. Yuntian is almost out of the way. Open the door! I beg you!"

"Uncle Lin, you watched Yuntian grow up. Please open the door, he will be almost out of reach."

"Uncle Li! I am Zhan Xiao. I know you are at home. Please open the door! Uncle Li! What happened? Why did it turn out like this? Yuntian shed a lot of blood, I just want you to send him to the hospital in the town! Uncle Li!"

Zhan Xiao made the doors of each family "blue" sound, but no one opened them for him. Just when he was desperately trying to give up, Uncle Li's door opened.

"Squeak."

"Oh, bring Yuntian quickly. I, Old Li, is so old that I am alone, and I have nothing to be afraid of."

Zhan Xiao heard some information from the other party's words. But only the family of so many hunters had something to do with Uncle Wang Qing's family. Sister Wang and Wang Lin died tragically, Uncle Wang Qing was missing, and his parents were missing. Uncle Wang Qing's family was loyal and honest, and never offends others. The same was true for his family. Then the only connection was the Zhao family, the first family in the town.

Thinking that his younger brother was dying at home, he didn't think so, he ran back home and hugged his younger brother steadily. His right hand, which he healed again, was once again, and blood was oozing out of the wound, and the combined wound began to break a little. But Zhanxiao seemed to be unconscious and carried his younger brother to Uncle Li's house.

"Uncle Li, please take Yuntian to the clinic next to the station in the town and tell the doctor that it is my younger brother, so he must take care of my younger brother."

After saying that, Zhan Xiao was in a hurry to run out. Uncle Li looked extremely panicked and hurriedly called him.

"Zhanxiao, don't go!"

Zhan Xiao looked back at Uncle Li, then glanced around, and looked at the families who were closed and stuck their heads out of the window to watch. He didn't believe that these people were elders who had grown up and cared for him in the past ten years. Then he quickly ran to the forest.

The smell of blood and strong burnt smoke that he could smell as early as he came home was even more intense as he penetrated his own forest. The eyes were filled with a large burnt tree and a large area of ​​cut down ancient wood stakes.

Zhao Family! How did my Zhan Family offend you? You want you to destroy my family like this and set fire to the forest!

Zhanxiao walked to a vast open space that was burnt to an open space. The black scorched earth was mixed with a faintly sticky liquid. When his feet stepped on it, some black and gray would stick to each step.

That's blood.

He noticed a slightly raised piece of soil in front of him, and the soil seemed to be renovated. He hurriedly walked over and kicked away some mud, revealing a piece of burnt clothing. Zhan Xiao's heart shrank violently, and he knelt on his knees, not caring about the wounds of his right wrist, and digging the soil desperately.

The black and gray soil was dug up one by one. Whenever Zhan Xiao digs out mud, in addition to the dirty mud in his hands, there is also a blood-colored liquid on his skin. He digs the soil with both hands desperately, his face is ferocious, and violent blue veins are bulging on his forehead, neck and arms, and his eyes are blood-red.

Finally his fingers touched the real object. He carefully pulled open the black soil next to the object, muddy and blood in his hands, and pulled it out.

A corpse that was burned beyond recognition was pitch black all over. Judging from the rough outfit left by burning, it was a man.

He gasped, put the body aside and continued to dig.

The pungent smell of burnt smoke and the bloody smell that rushed into his forehead all stimulated Zhan Xiao's nerves. He prayed in his heart that he would never let him dig up the body of his parents, so that at least he still had hope that his father and mother would still be alive.

Finally, when he dug up the arm of a man wearing a thick metal bracelet, the violence in his eyes turned into mist, the breath in his chest suddenly stopped, and then turned into a roar, digging harder on the soil covering the body. This metal bracelet was something my father had always worn, and he had never taken it off even if he took a shower.

"Dad! Ah! Ah!"

The soil was completely dug up, and the body was different from other things. It was not completely different from the fire. It was just that the clothes were burned. It could be seen at a glance that this was the father who was usually a hipster, but he had been a child about how to become an excellent hunter and hunting skills and teach everything by example. Zhan Yi! The wounds of all sizes were densely covered with wounds, and the head, chest, and abdomen were covered with blood holes. The left leg was even more strange. It was obvious that the joints were staggered by someone using techniques, which led to this phenomenon.

Zhan Xiao saw that his father's body was dug, and he continued to dig with a breath of breath, but he could no longer dig any corpses or objects. Without a mother, all four corpses were men, and his mother must still be alive! Maybe she was captured?

"Zhao family! Zhao Ziyu! I, Zhanxiao, share the same sympathy with you! As long as I am Zhanxiao for one day, you must pay the price for it!"

Zhan Xiao collapsed and hugged Zhan Yi's body tightly, roaring while looking at the sky with red eyes.

It was almost evening. The autumn evening was not as bright as the previous flaming red burning half of the sky, but was calm and blue. However, there was a different dark color in the blue, which looked like blue but was still printed with red light, which was stained inside and imprinted into Zhan Xiao's eyes, thus giving his eyes a sense of determination to be ashamed of death.
Chapter completed!