Chapter 887： Migration (Part 1)

The heavy rain that lasted day and night finally stopped.

Clouds and mists evaporate on the ground of the entire Qingqiu Forest, as if the miasma that has long since disappeared is coming back again.

The birds and beasts appeared in the forest again, but they all lost the agility of the past. They looked into the depths of the forest and trembled, as if they were afraid of something.

Looking in the direction of the eyes of the birds and beasts, a corpse was lying side by side on the ground, and a fox clan was staring into the distance.

At this time, Chen Fan was lying in Ari's arms, and he had fallen into a coma.

Before he used the power of the monster tail to slash three Wuhou peaks in succession, which has drained all of his spiritual power to the point of being extremely weak.

"Pattern."

A drop of tears fell on Chen Fan's face, and it was a little cold.

The tears slid down Chen Fan's cheeks to the corners of his mouth, and a bit of bitterness instantly filled the whole heart.

Slowly opening his eyes, Ari appeared in front of Chen Fan.

That small face that charmed all living beings is now dirty, and it is even hard to tell whether it is tears or blood.

"you're awake."

Ah Li's voice was hoarse, no longer the crisp and agile of the past.

"Ahem..."

Chen Fan got up with difficulty, only to feel that there was a fire burning in his chest, coughing continuously.

A bit distressed, he glanced at Ari, he groaned and said, "I'm sorry, if it wasn't because of me, your people would not have been robbed by this."

Ari shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with you. A few months after you left, my father left with half of the prepared clansmen."

"The remaining half of the tribe has been procrastinating because they are reluctant to leave here. My father never expected the human army to come so soon at the beginning, so only Grandpa Hu was left to take care of the remaining half of the tribe with me."

The more Ari talked, the more sad it became, tears falling like raindrops.

Chen Fan knew that the grandfather Hu in the other party's mouth should be the elder of the fox clan before. He turned his head and looked around. Grandpa Hu's body was not far away.

"Even he is dead..."

Chen Fan's fists clenched involuntarily, and as soon as his eyes passed, there were almost three hundred corpses on the ground, all of which were light and strong fox tribes capable of fighting.

Only a hundred old and weak are still alive today, most of whom are still injured.

From their eyes, Chen Fan saw despair and numbness. The sudden blow shattered the hearts of the entire tribe. He watched his friends, lovers, and even relatives die tragically in front of him, and asked if anyone in this world could Not heartbroken?

"Help me up." Chen Fan said, pulling Ari's arm.

In this way, with the help of Ari, Chen Fan came to Xiao'an's corpse. His mind was messed up. Everyone of the Fox tribe died tragically. The despair in the eyes of the survivors was always intertwined in their hearts.

Chen Fan thinks he should do something.

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. After all, all this had a lot to do with his sudden visit.

"Xiao'an..." Chen Fan bowed to the corpse on the ground, and then said firmly: "Let me take you to your new home!"

When the voice fell, a ray of weak spiritual power suddenly appeared in Chen Fan's palm, and the spiritual power turned into a flame when met with the weather, igniting Xiao An's body.

The fox family does not have a tradition of cremation. In the past, if they saw Chen Fan's practice, they would definitely step forward to stop it, but at this moment everyone was numb and just accepted everything passively.

Seeing Xiao An's corpse turned into fly ashes, and seeing the ashes being placed in a jade box by Chen Fan.

During the whole process, no one said a word.