Chapter 921

Ten minutes later, ye Ziheng saw a group of warriors come in from all directions, then dragged one body after another, put them on the truck, took out the brooms and water pipes, and began to wash the blood on the ground.

While ye Ziheng sat quietly and watched the corpses decrease, and the blood was wiped away. Soon, areas were cleaned up, and the air was filled with the smell of spray detergent. Nothing could be seen on the ground except the water trace. Everything was so clean, as if nothing had happened here Yes, it just rained.

However, even though they have been cleaned up, the warriors still block the whole East River City, and draw a yellow line around it. Each entrance and exit is guarded by people.

Not long after, it was dark and the morning light was red and fiery. Ye Ziheng sat there quietly, watching the fiery sunlight shining on the wet water on the ground, like blood, as if to remind ye Ziheng of what happened last night. Although the blood flowing all over the place was erased, the blood left in his heart was hard to erase.

After that, ye Ziheng waited for another five or six hours. Hearing the steady footsteps coming from a distance, he looked up and saw Qin Feng walking towards him.

Ye Ziheng moved his body aside and gave half of the stone steps he sat on to Qin Feng.

Seeing this, Qin Feng didn't say much. He sat down directly.

"I've seen all the bodies. You killed two dharmas, the first and the middle of Jiupin. That's right. "

Qin Feng said.

Ye Ziheng nodded, but said nothing.

Qin Feng looks at the expression on ye Ziheng's face. He knows what ye Ziheng is thinking. Because he once had similar experiences, grieving for the death of his disciples, grieving for his inability to save all people, even if it really has nothing to do with himself.

"Don't blame yourself. You've done your best."

Qin Feng patted ye Ziheng on the shoulder and said.

Ye Ziheng nodded and smiled at Qin Feng.

They sat on the stone steps, quietly. Because of the blockade of Donghe City, there is no one here except the two of them.

At this time, Qin Feng suddenly turned to look at ye Ziheng, frowned, vaguely seemed to feel something wrong. Look left and right, the expression on the face gradually becomes dignified.

"What are you doing now?"

Qin Feng couldn't help but ask. He always felt that ye Ziheng's breath was not as weak as that of the ordinary martial artists at the beginning of jiupinjing. It was even stronger than theirs. There was even a sense of being equal to himself.

He didn't know whether he felt something wrong or whether ye Ziheng really became stronger. But as far as he knows, it's not long since ye Ziheng broke through jiupinjing. How could he break through again so soon.

Ye Ziheng turned to look at Qin Feng, looking at the expression on his face, with a faint smile on his face.

"I broke through when I was fighting."

Ye Ziheng said lightly, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

As soon as Qin Feng heard this, he didn't know what to say. Did the real person's disciple really like this? It's only a few days, and then he broke through again.