Unparalleled Martial God

Chu Yang originally thought that the people here had been massacred by the Thousand Devil Sect, but at the scene, he did not find a single corpse, not even a trace of blood.    

    

It was as if everyone in the small mountain village had been blown away by the hurricane. It was also as if all the villagers had chosen to leave this place after the hurricane had ravaged this place.    

    

It was eerily quiet. It was eerily quiet.    

    

"What happened here?"    

    

Chu Yang couldn't help but frown.    

    

"What else can happen?" Yang Ziming looked at the scene in front of him. It was as if he had returned to the Yang Family Village.    

    

He then ran like a mad hound, searching for something.    

    

After a while, he stopped at a place where a large area of soil had been turned over. He then used both hands to dig downwards.    

    

Yang Ziming's movements were extremely fast, as if he was digging through a rat. As the soil continued to be dug out, Chu Yang's entire body shook and his movements became gentler, but his digging speed was even faster.    

    

When Chu Yang looked over, he was shocked to see a small head slowly emerging.    

    

At first, it was only hair, but at the back, there was only a three or four year old child. That extremely terrified face was completely revealed, and when it was imprinted in his pupils, it was as if a spear had fiercely pierced Chu Yang's eyes, piercing through his entire body and even his soul was nailed to the ground.    

    

Following that, Yang Ziming quickly dug downwards. The three or four children's figures were completely revealed, and under their small feet were a pair of hands, a woman's hands.    

    

This pair of hands, desperately lifted up, then finally lost strength at a certain moment, completely stopped.    

    

When Yang Ziming saw the woman's hands, he was shocked and he frantically dug downwards. A woman soon appeared in front of him and was imprinted in Chu Yang's eyes.    

    

At this moment, Chu Yang's entire body violently trembled, as if he was struck by lightning.    

    

The woman's panic-stricken and hopeful, praying, and praying expression was once again like a spear. The sharp needles pierced into his eyes and into his heart.    

    

Such a scene could not only pierce the heart, but also pierce the heart!    

    

"Bastards! These bunch of beasts, you bunch of damned beasts!"    

    

Yang Ziming was exceptionally angry, and even somewhat shrieked, roaring incessantly, "I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you, you bunch of animals!"    

    

Weng! *    

    

Chu Yang suddenly released his Spiritual Energy and his entire body shook when he tried to sense the ground.    

    

The earth beneath it was too clear for him to see.    

    

Chicken, dog, animal, man, woman, elder, child … All the people in the village, all the animals, were buried under the ground. There were nearly a thousand people. And below, there were countless faces, faces filled with fear, faces filled with anger, faces filled with despair, and so on and so forth.    

    

At this moment, as Chu Yang sensed the faces one by one, he could not help but recall the scene when all the villagers were buried alive: their cries, their screams, their pleas, their roars, their curses, and their struggles and struggles …    

    

Every scene, every scene, it was as if because Chu Yang's perception was extremely strong, it was extremely fresh. It made him feel like he was right there, watching a bunch of animals bury the villagers alive.    

    

Chu Yang could not bear to see such a scene. He retracted his Spirit power and quickly lowered his eyes.    

    

He didn't even dare to look at the three-year-old child that Yang Ziming had dug out first, or the woman who had tried her best to hold the child up.    

    

"That should be the child's mother."    

    

Chu Yang only had this guess in his heart. He then shouted at Yang Ziming in a low voice, "Let's go!"