"Then... my lord is..."
"Come to kill those people."
Lin Yaoyang said.
He helped the old man up and stood up straight.
The old man's hands were shaking.
Jiang Nannan came over and stood next to Lin Yaoyang. She looked at the villagers huddled in the corner and said softly, "Yao Yang, there are many injured people."
Lin Yaoyang nodded.
"Nannan, take Xiao Xiao to see the wounded."
Jiang Nannan responded and pulled Xiao Xiao away.
Wang Dong'er stood at the entrance of the village, his eyes sweeping over the villagers.
She looked at those sallow children, those women in ragged clothes, and those men lying in a pool of blood.
She thought of the Clear Sky Sect. She thought of those days when she lived in the sect with fine clothes and fine food.
She suddenly felt that she had never really seen the world before.
She never knew that there were so many ordinary people living so humble and difficult lives in places she couldn't see, and even living a stable life became a luxury.
Her heart was so blocked that it wasn't just sympathy, it was an unprecedented touch.
Lin Yaoyang walked to the old man and asked, "Old man, where is this place?"
"Kaoshan Village." The old man's voice was still shaking, "We are under the control of the Dou Ling Empire. But the government doesn't care about us..."
"How long have those men in black robes been here?"
"This morning... came before dawn. They killed people... drank blood... and... also ate people..."
The old man's voice became quieter and quieter, and the last few words were almost inaudible.
Lin Yaoyang was silent for a moment. He looked at the corpses in the open space.
"Old man, I won't do it anymore."
The old man raised his head and looked at him puzzled.
Lin Yaoyang looked at him and said, "From now on, all Evil Soul Master in this area will die. I will kill them."
The old man's lips trembled.
"Sir... you... are you telling the truth?"
"Really."
The old man knelt down again. This time, it was not fear, but gratitude.
Tears flowed from his cloudy eyes and flowed down the ravines on his face.
"Sir... you are a good person... God will definitely bless you..."
Lin Yaoyang helped him up again.
"I don't need God's blessing."
"Old man, remember, the person who killed them is from Sun Temple."
"Sun...Temple?"
The old man murmured and repeated.
"Sun Temple, will protect you."
"Wherever the sun rises, all filth and evil will have nowhere to hide."
Lin Yaoyang said, "As long as the sun still rises, Evil Soul Master will not touch a hair on your head."
The old man's tears flowed even more fiercely. He turned around and shouted to the villagers huddled in the corner, "Come out! Come out! Your Excellency is here to save us! You are not a bad person!"
The villagers hesitated and walked out from the corner one after another. Some supported each other, some held children, and some carried injured relatives.
A young woman walked up to Lin Yaoyang with a baby in her arms, and knelt down with a plop.
"Sir... please... save my child..."
Her voice broke with sobs, "He's only three months old... His father is already dead... He can't die anymore..."
Lin Yaoyang looked down at the baby. His face was sallow, his breathing was weak, and his little mouth was moving slightly, as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.
Lin Yaoyang stretched out a finger and gently touched the baby's forehead.
A ray of golden light overflowed from his fingertips and sank into the baby's brow.
That is the purifying power of Ultimate Light, and this is what evil spirits are most afraid of.
The baby's body trembled slightly, then his mouth tightened and he cried "Wow".
The cry was loud and clear, completely unlike the dying look just now.
The young woman held the child, cried and laughed, and kept kowtowing to Lin Yaoyang.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
Lin Yaoyang Take your hand back.
He turned around, walked to the other end of the open space, and began to pick up the Storage Soul Tool left behind by Evil Soul Master. He picked up seven in total.
Wang Dong'er walked to him.
"Brother Lin."
"Huh?"
"These villagers..."
"What?"
Wang Dong'er was silent for a moment.
"It's... too difficult for them to live."
Lin Yaoyang looked at her.
There was an emotion in her eyes that he rarely saw, it wasn't sympathy, but the kind of guilt after "discovering that she had taken her life for granted".
"That's why I do it."
he said.
Wang Dong'er raised his head and looked at him.
"We are not here to save anyone."
Lin Yaoyang said, "We are here to kill all those things. By the way, we want to let these people know that this world is not just oppression and killing, there are people who are willing to help them, and there is light that can shine into this darkness."
"Saving is passive waiting, but eliminating evil spirits is something we do proactively."
Wang Dong'er nodded in understanding.
Jiang Nannan and Xiao Xiao came back from the other side of the village.
"Yao Yang, all the wounded have been taken care of."
Lin Yaoyang handed those Soul Tool to her, "These are those from Evil Soul Master. You see which ones can be used. Leave the ones that can be used to them."
Jiang Nannan took it and nodded.
Jiang Nannan sorted through the things in Storage Soul Tool and found a lot of medicine and some Gold Soul Coin.
She distributed the medicine to the wounded and left Gold Soul Coin with the old man.
The old man was holding Gold Soul Coin, his hands shaking violently.
"Sir... this... this is too much... we..."
"Take it."
Jiang Nannan's voice was gentle, but could not be refused, "Buy food, buy seeds, repair the house. Life must go on."
The old man cried again. He cried so many times today that he seemed to have endless tears.
"Sir... what are your names? I... I have to tell the people in the village... it was you who saved us... we have to erect a statue and a longevity tablet for you..."
Jiang Nannan looked back at Lin Yaoyang.
"Sun Temple."
He said, "Just remember this name."
The old man nodded vigorously and muttered repeatedly, "Sun Temple...Sun Temple..."
Lin Yaoyang said to Wang Dong'er, Jiang Nannan, and Xiao Xiao: "Let's go. Next."
The three girls nodded.
The old people in the village were still standing there, watching them leave.
Next to him stood a little girl of five or six years old, holding tightly in her hand a candy that Xiao Xiao gave her before leaving.
She didn't understand what Sun Temple was, but she remembered the orange-red-haired brother, the sister who gave her candy, and those people who fell from the sky and were as warm as the sun.
She lowered her head, carefully peeled off the candy and put it in her mouth.
Sweet.
This was the first time in her life that she had eaten something so sweet.
She remembered the sweetness of that candy all her life.
I also remember the name Sun Temple.
When I grow up, I want to be that kind of person.
Also become a beam of light.
We also want to let those who are waiting to die in the darkness see that there is hope at dawn.