What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

After Yan Zhong turned into a puppet, his body functions were greatly improved. His physical body was hard and difficult to break, and his attack methods were also very brutal.

The two bodyguards broke their swords but failed to hurt him, and almost broke his neck with his palm.

"Brother, take that kid and go first, I'll hold him back, we don't want to fight!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the bodyguard who killed Zuo Guang held the bleeding wound on his chest, and sent the people around him out with spiritual power, while holding the broken sword himself, he attracted Yan Zhong to fight.

The bodyguard who was pushed out didn't talk too much, he simply took advantage of the momentum and flew, grabbed Yan Shu by the collar, trying to pull him up from the ground.

At this moment, however, a mutation arose.

Yan Zhong, who was originally attracted, suddenly changed his walking track, roared, like a swift and sharp beast, and rushed to Yan Shu in a few leaps.

Everyone didn't come to react.

With a sound of brushing, the flesh was torn.

Then, a thick and disgusting smell of blood spread.

The blood froth was as fine as water mist, falling to every corner of the room.More of it fell on Yan Shu.

The bodyguard who had his arm ripped off let out a muffled grunt. He was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound. He covered the wound with his hands and took several steps back.

And Yan Zhong stood in front of Yan Shu, holding the severed arm in his hand.

He stared blankly at the front, without any emotion, but with a slight force on his hand, he creaked and squeezed the severed arm until it was smashed.

The bone on the arm turned out of the fresh flesh, pierced the skin, pierced into his palm, and finally pierced through the back of the hand.

Just looking at this picture hurts, but he doesn't know anything about it.

The surrounding air froze for a moment, only the bodyguard's painful groans and the viscous sound of flesh and blood being squeezed could be heard.

At the door, the two bodyguards supported each other, seeing that they couldn't fight, they made a quick decision, left Yan Shu and fled.

Seeing this, Yan Zhong didn't chase after him, but stood where he was, pulling out the broken bones in his hand one by one.

Yan Shu trembled and opened his eyes.His face was covered with blood, and even his vision turned blood red.

He wiped his eyes, his eye sockets were hot, he bent down and hugged himself, but his gaze stayed on the man, and it was hard to deviate from it.

Yan Zhong, who was facing away from him, seemed to have forgotten his existence, and just lowered his head and did his own thing very selflessly, until the wound on his hand was cleaned, then he lowered his hand and turned his head stiffly.

The pupils of the black and red eyes were dilated, staring blankly at Yan Shu's face, as if he was thinking about something.

Yan Shu remained motionless.

He is not afraid of facing this kind of face that belongs to his father.

Yan Zhong looked at it for a while, then suddenly moved his fingers. After a while, he finally moved, but he stretched out his hand and clasped the thin neck of the person in front of him.

This pair of powerful big hands kept tightening, and he took his breath in the blink of an eye.Physiological sobs came out from Yan Zhu's throat, blood pooled on his face, flushed, and his lips became cold for a while.

He looked at Yan Zhong who tilted his head and looked at him in front of him, without struggling, but raised his hand, and gently held the hand that was pinching him.

From childhood to adulthood, he followed his father as an example.

In his life, he is doomed not to be the pride of heaven, not to be able to practice the way of heaven. His only hope is to win a place in the middle school in the future, benefit Jinshui Village, and protect his parents in their old age.

It's a pity that the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes, and the destiny tricks people.

The present report came too fast.

He has harmed countless people, and I am afraid that he will die at the hands of his most respected and beloved father today...

Originally, I wanted to let go of the grievances and live anew, as my senior brother said.But now, I'm afraid it won't be possible...

Thinking of this, tears finally fell down again, hot temperature dripped down his chin, his head was swollen, his eyes turned black, and he could no longer see his father's appearance clearly.

Just when he thought he was going to die like this, the hand on his neck suddenly loosened.

Without the suppression, he took a deep breath subconsciously, and the air rushed in, causing pain in his throat, and he coughed desperately while pressing his heart.

Yan Zhong's body stiffened, and now he let go of his hands completely.

Outside the door, a few low Tao Xun sounds came from nowhere.

Yan Zhu's hands were soft and his feet were soft, and he fell to the ground, coughing for a while before he realized it.

But before he could recover completely, that hand stretched out again, lifted him up completely, and pinched him directly under his armpit.

The two doors were slapped away by Yan Zhong's fluttering palm, and he moved quickly towards the direction of the sound with strict skills.

……

Song Xianzhi didn't find anyone, so he searched again with his spiritual sense, but still didn't find any trace of them.

At this time, the sun had already risen to the sky, and although it was covered by thick clouds, people were still sweating from the boredom.

Is there no other way, Song Jianzhi bit his lower lip hard, the sweat on his forehead slipped into his eyes, stung him so hard that he couldn't open them.

The three searched aimlessly for a while, and finally stopped on the path leading to Yan Shu's house.

"Song Song, there is someone."

Guan Er pricked up his ears vigilantly, and pulled Song Zhizhi who was in a daze.

Song Xianzhi shifted his gaze from his toes to the path ahead.

Only at this time did he realize that he had come here unknowingly, and at the end of his sight, there were indeed two very embarrassed people.

They were tall, but they were covered in blood. They stumbled and rushed over. While running, they kept turning their heads, as if there were some savage beasts chasing them.

Song Xianzhi's pupils shrank slightly, and his breath rose.

Looking at the aura around these two people, it should be what Su Hui said, the two disciples who were expelled from the Linghe Sect.

These two were among the few who took Xiaoshu away.

It's just that the cultivation of these two people is not at the golden core stage at most, and the realm stagnates after being expelled, not as strong as Su Hui described, and they are seriously injured at the moment, so there is nothing to fear.

In this way, there is no fear.

Song Xianzhi's gaze flickered, he drew his sword and rushed straight up, brewing a majestic sword intent, and slashed down on his head.

The younger brother of the two was still slightly injured, seeing this, he quickly raised his hand and took the blow with the broken sword.

The sword lights collided, and the pressure dropped suddenly, forming turbulent ripples, raising dry dust all over the ground.

Song Xianzhi didn't use too much force, but the man was still defeated, vomited a mouthful of blood, and half knelt on the ground.

"What about people?"

Song Xianzhi closed his posture, put the sword behind his back, and the whole person was half floating in the air, with his eyes slightly lowered, looking down at the two people, his voice was colder than ever before.

He is usually gentle and rarely gets angry, even the breath floating around his body is gentle and gentle, entwining people.

At this time, the breath has become cold and sharp, making people feel that it is difficult to get close.

"I'll ask again, where are people?"

The two strong men fled in such a state, so what about Xiaoshu?

Where did they throw people?

Song Xianzhi felt cold all over when he thought of those possibilities.

a child……

From his point of view, it was just a child.

He must have the emotions that he should have at the age of ten, even if they are deliberately hidden, they still exist.

Therefore, he must also be afraid, sad, cry, and hope that someone will protect him.

Just like it used to be his.

Song Xianzhi is not the holy father, and he doesn't want to redeem anything.However, after witnessing a person's pitiful and pathetic past, how could he really stand aside.

Yan Shu may be guilty, but the crime is not death.

Thinking of the ending of the child in the original book, I thought I could escape, but I never thought that everything was still approaching in that direction...

The bodyguard who was hit was lying on the ground dying, but there was no fear in his eyes, and his voice was full of sarcasm, and he said coldly: "Dead."

When Song Xianzhi heard the words, his hands behind his back shook violently.

He slowed down for a while before opening his mouth with difficulty: "Lie to me..."

After finishing speaking, he walked around the two of them without looking back, and headed towards the small courtyard behind them.

Seeing Song Xianzhi's disbelief, the bodyguard immediately let out a few wild laughs, his eyes showing madness: "There is a monster that eats people inside! That child must have been torn into pieces long ago! I advise you, don't... er... ..."

Before he could finish speaking, his throat was sealed with a sword.

A thin line of blood clings tightly to his neck, and his eyes widen, the eyeballs instantly congested and protruding, and he looks forward in disbelief.

After a while, the blood line became more and more cracked, and the blood could no longer hold back, gushing out, splashing on the ground, rolling into gray-red blood beads.

"Uh..." The man wanted to say something more, but his head was thrown back heavily, and the severed neck was only connected by a thin layer of skin.

The state of death was no better than that of Zuo Guang who was killed by him.

Shen Duo stared coldly and drew back his sword. The good sword screamed at the sight of blood, but the snow-white sword was not stained with any color: "If you talk too much, you deserve to die."

If you make senior brother unhappy, you deserve to die even more.

Song Xianzhi heard the movement, his body froze and he didn't dare to turn his head.

He still hasn't adapted to the way of doing things here, treating people like nothing.

On the other hand, Guan Er saw that Shen Duo could kill someone without changing his face, and he couldn't help feeling that he had lived for thousands of years, but he couldn't do it so calmly.

One died, the other had a broken arm, and there was no one to treat him, so he probably wouldn't live long.

Guan Er sighed twice, then stepped over the two of them and chased after Song Xianzhi.

As soon as the three of them arrived at the door, two doors flew towards them.

Shen Duo stopped in front of Song Xianzhi with sharp eyes and quick hands, smashing the door with a few swords.

A figure appeared inside the door, Song Xianzhi took a closer look and found that this person was actually Yan Zhong.

And under his arm, there is a half-foot-long villain.

Song Xianzhi recognized that the villain was Yan Shu at a glance, he didn't seem to have any serious problems, but he was not in a good condition.

"Small technique!"

Yan Zhong's speed is not slow, and Song Xianzhi's general will be able to keep up with him.

Yan Shu was dizzy from being shaken, and suddenly heard the senior brother's voice, and felt that it was not real, when he looked up, he saw the surrounding scenery retreating rapidly, but the senior brother was always in front of his eyes.

"Master...brother..." His voice was dry and choked.

For some reason, when he saw his senior brother, he felt wronged.

"It's me..." Song Zhizhi chased Yan Zhong out of luck, and responded pantingly: "Don't be afraid, Xiaoshu, everything will be fine."

Although Yan Zhong was not a monk before his death, but now he has become a puppet, and his abilities are comparable to those of the Nascent Soul stage. He tried his best to catch up, but his speed was still a bit insufficient.

Although Guan'er's technique is powerful, his body technique is also flawed.

There was a low whimpering sound in his ear.

It was only then that Song Xianzhi remembered that it was described in the original book that these puppets in Jinshui Village were controlled by people using this Xun sound.

It seemed that Yan Zhong was going to rush to the person blowing the xun.

When I passed the big pagoda tree, I realized that the thousand-year-old tree had crashed to the ground at some point, leaving only dead branches and fallen leaves, and a decayed trunk.

And those black boxes that once stayed under the tree have long since disappeared, leaving only some blackened mucus, proving their existence.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, they went out very smoothly, without any obstruction from the magic circle.

Going outside, you can see the corpses of Qinghe Sect disciples and Jing family disciples lying scattered on the ground. They haven't had time to deal with them, and their blood hasn't clotted. It should be just after the end.

Song Zhizhi adjusted his breath while observing his surroundings, and found that they had gradually penetrated into Jiuduan Mountain.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the light gradually dimmed. Observing the surrounding terrain, it can be seen that this place seems to be a certain valley.

The surrounding plants are very dense and tall, and even though they are in the shade, they are more vigorous than those on the sunny side.

The branches and leaves are as high as people, and there is no road, so it is completely unsuitable for people to walk. The three of them can only walk with swords instead.

Yan Zhong, on the other hand, rushed straight through the plants in a brutal manner.

Those hard and sharp branches and leaves almost scratched him beyond recognition.

Song Xianzhi couldn't help worrying about Yan Shu.

However, when he looked over from the sky, he could vaguely see that Yan Zhong had changed the way of carrying Yan Shu at some point.Instead of holding it under the armpit before, it was replaced by holding it in the arms.

Yan Shu was not big, and lay on the man's chest, protected tightly.

Seeing this scene, Song Xian's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, heavy and sad.

Yan Zhong has become like this, but he still subconsciously protects his children, so, what is this?

Song Xian subconsciously wanted to avoid this question, his eyes were moist.

Meet and don't know each other, familiar and strange.The strong feelings were destroyed like this.

This is too cruel...

As for Yan Shu...

He hid in this long-lost embrace, clutching his father's collar, weeping uncontrollably.

I couldn't help crying after biting the flesh and blood in my mouth.

"Father... I miss you so much..."

Really, really want to, really want to.

Yan Shu buried his head deeply, even though this hug did not have the warmth he remembered, even though such a father could not give him any response...

He wept willfully, cried out willfully, and licked his tears on his father's clothes willfully.

This is what he should have been able to do when he was ten years old.

Hearing the crying of the person in his arms, Yan Zhong's footsteps seemed to hesitate a few times, but he still didn't stop in the end.It's just that the arms that were stiffly encircling the man tightened a little unconsciously.

The surrounding plants became dense and then suddenly became sparse, and the temperature also dropped suddenly.

A moment later, a pitch-black, wide, bottomless abyss suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The strength of Song Xianzhi's hands and feet was completely drained the moment he saw the huge valley again, his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was so cold that he couldn't control himself.

This place...is actually the rift valley connecting the demon world on the Yin side of Ganshan Mountain, and it is also the place where Yan Shu's final bones are buried in the original book.

So, it turns out that the one who should come, can't really hide...