Chapter 499: Massacre in the Village (1)
The ground was charred.
The houses were destroyed, and the glow of fire flared everywhere in the village.
All the peach and quiet had vanished into smoke.
The pungent smell of blood floated in the air.
Shen Yanxiao had a hard time picturing that miserable place as that simple and unadorned small village that she had seen before.
As per the Vermilion Birds instruction, Shen Yanxiao headed toward his location.
On her way, she saw the dead bodies of many villagers.
Those lifeless corpses were on the ground that was tainted red with blood.
Shen Yanxiao had met many of those villagers.
She could still remember the man whose body was laid by a wall.
That man had generously stuffed two hot steamed buns into her hands.
She could still see the villagers innocent and honest smiles, but unfortunately, they would never wake up again.
Shen Yanxiaos eyebrows knitted.
She had known that the village was rather odd.
However, she did not feel any aversion toward its villagers
She had seen too many dark sides of the world, which was why she would cherish any positive influence in her life.
A rare thing would always be more precious.
Shen Yanxiaos heart was heavy.
She would only know what had happened to the small village once she met-up with the Vermilion Bird.
Soon, Shen Yanxiao found the Vermilion Bird behind a shabby thatched cottage.
The little mythical beast was crouched by a wall, as he stared at something with excitement.
Shen Yanxiao walked toward him.
The little Phoenix on the Vermillion Birds head immediately noticed her presence, and it began to flap its small wings happily.
The Vermilion Bird turned around to Shen Yanxiao and snorted quietly with arrogance.
Then, he flexed his white, delicate fingers and signaled for her to go to him.
Shen Yanxiao made her way toward the Vermilion Bird with a frown.
She followed the Vermilion Birds line of sight.
Uncle Nine stood not far from them, and he looked like he was covered with wounds.
He breathed heavily, and the crutch in his hand could barely support him.
A teenager, about 13 or 14 years of age, stood right in front of him.
He looked exceptionally pretty and charming.
One could even say that he would grow up to be a breathtakingly beautiful man.
Unfortunately, the handsome lad had no expression on his face.
There was no trace of emotion in his cold eyes.
He stood in front of Uncle Nine, and his hands hung by his side.
His fingers were covered in blood that dripped onto the two corpses by his feet.
The two corpses were once villagers there.
Their chests were pierced through, and their hearts had been ripped through their chest; it looked like they were in the young mans hands.
In her former life, Shen Yanxiao had encountered many world-class assassins.
When those people took out their targets, they had no expressions on her faces.
However, she would always pay attention to their eyes.
People said that the eyes were the window to ones soul.
It was easy to detect emotional turmoils in ones eyes.
Even the best assassins did not lack feelings.
Yet, that handsome young man looked as though a layer of ice had covered his eyes depth.
“Who is that little devil” Shen Yanxiao had not met anyone that ruthless.
He seemed to be the same age as the owner of the body she was in.
It was hard to imagine someone that young could be that violent.
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