C4

The leader of the masked men watched as Leng Tong's life ended step by step, until his body finally crashed onto the ground, turning into an ice-cold corpse. His eyes did not reveal any trace of sympathy or pity. In his opinion, life and death was nothing out of the ordinary. The only emotion that was revealed in his eyes was a trace of regret.

After all, only first-rate experts would be able to burn their own Natal Elemental Energy, and the amount of sword Qi that could cause Natal Elemental Energy to produce was even fewer. If they did not meet in this situation, the masked leader really wanted to exchange pointers with Leng Tong for their true strength.

The masked men, who were searching all over the place in Leng Tong's family, gradually gathered back in the courtyard. Indeed, without Leng Tong as a clue, they had nothing.

The leader of the masked men let the two men carry the masked man with the severed arm and left to heal. He then said to the other masked men in the courtyard, "Kill all the villagers and burn down the village for me." Since we can't get it, then we can't let "Earth Yin Devil Records" land in the hands of others. No matter how deep and secret the《 Earth Yin Devil Records》 is hidden, I still want it to turn into ashes under the fire. "

After the masked leader finished speaking, the man in black who had attempted to disrespect Lady Leng hastily spoke, "Leader, we brothers have travelled all the way from the North Atlantic, we did not even have the time to rest, much less have the smell of makeup. Do you think those ladies in the village should stay behind and let the brothers deal with them after the meat is cooked? "

After hearing his subordinate's words, the masked leader's eyes also flashed with a lustful look. However, in front of his subordinates, he did not want to show too much arrogance and thus lost the dignity in his subordinates' hearts.

Thus, he coldly snorted and said, "Truly useless. All day long, he has been thinking about this sort of thing. "After dawn we'll leave, and before that we'll do whatever you want to be happy."

After saying that, the leader of the masked men jumped over the wall and lightly landed on the back of the horse. Then, he pinched his legs and urged his mount to leave the Leng Village.

The leader's last words clearly showed that he agreed to his subordinate's request. After the masked leader left, these black clothed people began to brutally ravage the Leng Village.

The Leng Clan originally belonged to the Nanqiao Sect, but after they went into seclusion, most of their clansmen abandoned martial arts and went back to farming. A few generations later, they would still practice some body strengthening techniques. However, compared to these criminals, who killed without blinking, it was like a toddler encountering an adult who walked as fast as if he was flying. They were simply too weak to withstand a single blow.

In a very short period of time, more than three hundred people had gathered in the Leng Village. Among them, all the men and children were killed, and the women were gathered together by the masked men, repeatedly insulting and ravaging them! It wasn't until the first rays of the morning light that all the women in the village were tortured to the point that they couldn't even be considered human anymore. Only then did they wave their swords to end the miserable lives of these women.

Following that, just like the leader of the masked men had ordered, a big fire had burned down the originally peaceful and tranquil Leng Village.

When Leng Jun woke up, there was a lot of daylight already. He didn't know if it was because of last night's rain that caused his small body to be infected by the cold wind. He only felt that his head was a little heavy. He slept until noon.

Leng Jun crawled out of the cave. The dark clouds had already dispersed outside the cave, changing into blue sky, white clouds, and that warm red sun. Although Leng Jun did not manage to catch the "big green head" that he wanted, the bright and sunny weather after the rain was enough to greatly improve his mood.

Leng Jun took in a few large gulps of fresh air, his dazed little mind also becoming a lot more refreshed. Looking at the time, it should be noon soon. His parents must be extremely anxious since they couldn't find him. If he went back now, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to avoid a meal of stir-frying bamboo shoots and shredded meat.

Although he was afraid of being punished by his parents, that rumbling stomach made him have to face reality. He patted his belly and chuckled, "Forget it. It's not like I've never been beaten up before. I can't let you down no matter what."

Even though Leng Jun was only seven years old, he was extremely smart, and knew many things that should have been known only at his age. However, most intelligent children had a common problem, which was that they were all particularly mischievous. Leng Jun was naturally no exception. Although he was only seven years old, he was already the "child in charge" of the village.

Under his leadership, all the children in the village did many bad things. And after doing these 'bad things', a 'bamboo shoot stir-fried shredded meat' was inevitable. Therefore, even though he was only seven years old, this kind of beating was already a common occurrence for him.

Leng Jun skipped a few steps towards the village chief. Before he even reached the village, he could smell the thick smell of smoke from far away. There was also a burnt smell mixed in with the smoke.

Leng Jun's stomach was already growling from hunger to begin with, but after smelling the smell, he instinctively thought: "Whose family has fought wild game again? "Judging by the strong smell of the smoke, isn't he quite big?"

Aside from farming, the villagers of Leng Village would also often go hunting together. And every time someone hunted down a large prey, they would gather the entire village and enjoy it according to the traditions of the Leng Village. The most commonly used cooking method was to roast the prey.

When he thought about the wild game that would make him salivate, Leng Jun suddenly became excited. In front of everyone in the village, his mother wouldn't have brought out that plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots and shredded meat, right?

Thinking about how he could eat delicious barbecue, and about how it would spare him the pain of having meat, Leng Jun excitedly sprinted towards the village chief's direction.

However, when he circled around a mountain ridge, the scene in front of him stunned him.

What appeared before him was not only the crowd that was not waiting for the barbecue as he had imagined, but also the beautiful and cheerful little village that he remembered. What replaced it was a charred piece of land. Like the land, it had been burned down to broken walls and ruins.

In the entire Leng Village, there was not a single towering building, not a single intact courtyard, nor even a single strand of life. There was only the unfinished wood, occasionally emitting the "crackling" sounds of sparks.

"Father!"

"Mother!"

Leng Jun tried his best to overcome the incomparably intense fear in his heart as he trembled and called out to his parents. However, no matter how much he shouted, no one responded.

Leng Jun used the memories in his mind to find his "home". The original house had long since disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes in front of him.

"Father, mother!"

Still no one responded to him.

Leng Jun did not care about the blisters on his hands that were still burnt from the burning of wood, nor did he care about the smoke that was still burning his eyes red and swollen from his tears, as he searched for his parents in his "home" that was already burnt to ashes. In the end, however, he found only two charred corpses.

Although the corpse could not be distinguished by its face, it was almost impossible to tell whether it was a corpse or not. However, his intuition told him that those two piles of "ashes" were his parents.

A child of only seven years, no matter how smart or knowledgeable he was, he was still a child. He could no longer control himself and sat down on the ground, bawling.