The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 482: Uncle Nine (3)

Stones ...

Shen Yan Xiao frowned secretly, it was obviously a knife injury, not a swordsman or a knight. Although the wound already is about to heal now, it can be inferred from the wound that the bone at that time was absolutely visible.

A normal person can never draw it out as a stone.

Xiao Ke and Laoba's wounds were seen by the magician and swordsman, but they both accepted these two ridiculous and absurd reasons?

It's weird.

"Uncle Lao, both you and Uncle Xiao were injured at night?" Shen Yanxiao pretended to be more clever in order to get more news.

The old man nodded, not concealing, "Yeah, it's all night, not only us, but many people in our village are injured, but it's not a serious wound. Uncle Jiu said it was because of us. Here is near a cemetery, the atmosphere is relatively heavy, and there will be some unclean things to make trouble at night, so this will happen. Fortunately, it is not a big deal, we are all used to it. "Laoba said with a smile, in the slightest Don't think anything is wrong.

But Shen Yan Xiao Yue felt stranger when he heard it.

The old bus doesn't seem to be lying, but the villagers were injured collectively at night. This kind of thing is really wrong. Shen Yanxiao knows very well that those injured villagers are not because of ghosts at all, but because of the cave wolf mercenaries. People left behind.

The question is, why do n’t the villagers here seem to remember it at all?

Also, it seems that the wounds are really nothing in their eyes. If I changed to another person, I was afraid that I would be bedridden and weak. Where would Xiaolong and Laobu live like a tiger? If it were not for the wounds on them, Shen Yanxiao would be hard to believe that they had suffered. Such a serious injury.

Shen Yan Xiao Bai was puzzled, but a dust fell in front of her nose.

Before she responded, the old Bach jumped up suddenly, stretched out his hands, and straightened Shen Yanxiao and Suzaku, and flew back to the door.

The next second, a large piece of straw fell from the roof and happened to hit the place where the two were standing.

"Hey, I said that the house of Jiushu has been renovated. When is it so old?" The old man looked at the falling straw and thought it was normal. .

Shen Yan Xiao and Suzaku are being dragged by his hands at this moment, and it is easy to move like he is not dragging two people but two pieces of tofu.

Even if an adult man wants to react to drag them away in such a short period of time, I am afraid that it is impossible to drag them directly into the air.

What surprised Shen Yanxiao more was that the old man was just moving fast and was no worse than a mid-level professional.

But on the bus, she couldn't feel the slightest vigour and magic at all.

'Some of the villagers have a lot of strength ...' Du Lang's words echoed in Shen Yanxiao's mind, and Shen Yanxiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems that everything that Du Lang said is true.

But what's hidden in this barren village? Makes all this look weird?

Inexplicable riots, villagers who don't know the truth, powerful buses, and those incredible causes of injury ...