Again, the Village Massacre
The Red-headed Eagle let out a cry and then slowly descended, soon arriving above a village.
Hua Qiang and the other two looked down, and their expressions changed drastically.
The once joyful and peaceful village now seemed to have been reduced to Avici Hell.
Everywhere you look, there is deathly silence and horrific devastation. Corpses lie scattered all over the ground, and several crows fly around pecking at the bodies.
In the streets and alleys, children who used to play and frolic are now curled up in a ball, their tender faces still bearing the marks of extreme fear.
Their eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the sky, as if their last prayers before death had been crushed in this massacre.
The women, dressed in rags, collapsed to the ground, clutching in their hands the clothes they had mended for their families. The fabric was soaked in blood and, after drying, stuck stiffly to their palms.
Many young people had hoes and Scythe lying around them, with rust mixed with blood flowing in a winding stream.
The houses had all collapsed and burned down, the charred wooden beams emitting acrid smoke, and mutilated bodies were pressed under the ruins, with shredded strips of cloth fluttering in the wind, like the unwilling cries of wronged souls.
At the old well in the center of the village, a bucket was overturned, the well water was reddish, and several corpses floated on the surface.
A gentle breeze carried the stench of blood through the air, lingering there for a long time.
Hua Qiang sensed that there wasn't a single survivor in the entire village. These corpses were all shriveled like dry firewood, their skin clinging tightly to their jagged bones, gleaming with a chilling bluish-gray hue.
It's not hard to imagine that the evil cultivator was so depraved that he absorbed all their essence and blood to cultivate his demonic arts.
"Bastard! Such a depraved and immoral act is against the will of Heaven! The Saintess must tear him to pieces!" Huo Qingtong said through gritted teeth, her eyes bloodshot.
Hua Qiang's face was also gloomy. Although he had killed people along the way, he could not accept such cruelty towards people who were powerless to even kill a chicken.
I also deeply hate those who do such things.
Hua Xiaojiu was now in tears, weeping bitterly for these people.
"Eldest Brother and sister-in-law, we must find the murderer, grind him to dust, and avenge these villagers who died tragically!"
Hua Qiang used his senses to detect the evil aura left behind by the demon in the air.
Clearly, the perpetrator hadn't been gone long, as smoke was still rising from some of the remaining walls.
Hua Xiaojiu stood amidst the devastation of the village, the ruins filled with deathly silence and the stench of blood. The pungent smell almost brought tears to her eyes, but she was completely oblivious.
A pair of pure, clear eyes, radiating a sharp light, slowly searched among the broken walls and ruins like the agile Eagle Eye of an eagle.
She moved with lightness and silence, like a nimble breeze darting through the wreckage, leaving no hidden corner untouched.
Suddenly, she paused, her eyes narrowed, and a subtle, almost imperceptible aura of evil was precisely detected.
In an instant, that aura seemed to possess substance, seeping into her mind in strands, churning and twisting wildly, and in a moment outlining a blurry and evil image.
Hua Xiaojiu frowned, concentrating intently. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face flushed slightly from the effort.
As time went by, the image miraculously transformed from a blur to a real one, gradually reverting to a human figure with its eyebrows, eyes, and body becoming clearer—it was the murderer who had brutally harmed the villagers!
At the same time, the route this person took to escape the village and rush northeastward, like a winding red line, slowly unfolded in Hua Xiaojiu's mind.
She breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Hua Qiang and Huo Qingtong, and called out in a clear voice, "Eldest Brother and sister-in-law, I have found the traces left by this person. He went northeast. Let's go after him!"
A hint of doubt flashed in Hua Qiang's eyes. He looked at her and Wen Dao uncertainly, "Jiu'er, is this really true?"
This clue is of utmost importance; there is no room for error.
Hua Xiaojiu patted his chest, his eyes bright and fervent, and said with certainty, "Of course! This is my special skill."
As long as the person's presence here isn't prolonged, I can detect them, then use that presence to reconstruct their image and pinpoint their route—I won't be wrong!"
Hua Qiang was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, reached out and ruffled Hua Xiaojiu's hair, exclaiming, "That's wonderful, Jiu'er! I never knew you had such abilities, your Eldest Brother has really struck gold!"
Hua Xiaojiu was a little embarrassed by the praise, and two dimples appeared on the corners of her mouth. She was overjoyed, just because she could help her Eldest Brother.
Huo Qingtong was overjoyed. She was originally worried about the difficulty in finding the murderer, but she did not expect that Hua Qiang would take in his sister by chance and find that she had such a special skill.
"Jiu'er, your sister-in-law has to look at you in a new light. With your skills, that villain will definitely have no chance of escaping!"
Hua Xiaojiu raised her little face, full of confidence.
Under her guidance, the Red-headed Eagle flapped its wings and soared into the sky, its sharp Eagle Eye fixed on the northeast, its broad wings stirring up swirling air currents.
The three men and one eagle, engulfed in boundless rage, disappeared into the horizon.
In a secluded and rarely visited valley, the surroundings are so quiet that they seem to have been forgotten by time. Only the occasional rustling of the wind through the treetops seems to whisper that this place is eerie.
On a huge rock, more than two people tall and covered with moss and the marks of time, sat a middle-aged man exuding a strong evil aura.
This person was none other than the Blood Demon Sect's Seventh Elder, the Blood Shadow Demon Slayer Hong Baiwei, who struck fear into the hearts of all.
The man wore a dark gray robe, the hem of which billowed wildly in the wind, like a demonic Demon Shadow ready to devour anyone.
His face was cold and stern, with a sinister air about him. His eyes were long and narrow, and occasionally flashed with a scarlet light, like two will-o'-the-wisps hidden in the shadows, coveting life.
Her hair was simply tied up in a bun, with a brown wooden hairpin running horizontally through it. It looked plain, but it subtly exuded a bloody aura.
Not long ago, Blood Shadow Demon Slayer had just massacred a village.
He turned what was once a village filled with the smoke of cooking fires and the joy of children into a living hell.
Wherever he went, villagers fell to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain. Blood mist surged around him, absorbing all the blood.
At this moment, he closed his eyes and concentrated, circulating the extremely evil [Blood Demon Scripture] technique to begin refining the blood essence he had just collected.
He slowly formed hand seals in front of him, the seals were complex and varied, and with each change, a burst of intense blood light surged around him, enveloping his entire body.
The essence blood transformed into wisps of blood threads, winding their way into the body. Blood Shadow Demon Slayer's body trembled violently, and a strange flush rose on his face.
As the cultivation technique continued to circulate, strange patterns gradually appeared on his skin, resembling Old Devil runes, exuding a chilling and demonic power.
The eyes that had been flickering in the darkness were now completely filled with blood, so red they seemed to drip blood, and a violent aura swept around like a surging tide.
He let out a series of low roars from his throat, which sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure. The birds and beasts in the valley were frightened by this evil aura and scattered in all directions. The branches trembled and the leaves fell.
Within Blood Shadow Demon Slayer's body, the essence blood contained boundless energy surging and crashing. Every wisp of energy that merged into it caused his body to tremble violently, his bones cracking as if his body was being reshaped.
His body emanated an increasingly thick and malevolent aura, as if it had materialized into a blood-red mist, spreading around the boulder and causing the surrounding vegetation to wither and die instantly.
This shows how terrifying this evil force is.
As the refining process neared its end, Blood Shadow Demon Slayer suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of blood-red light shot out like sharp blades, cleaving a tree in half in front of him.