Chu Xuan had been injured, but now he is more angry and his blood is surging up. He puffs out two hot blood in his heart. Finally, he can't hold on to the black and upright fall in front of him.

PA la

It rained heavily in the sky, as if to wash away all the evils in the world.

Sun Wukong placed Chu Xuan in a dilapidated temple in the village. Then a man buried all the dead bodies in the village. Now there are 289 new tombs, which bury the good, warm and honest villagers of Baitou village.

When Sun Wukong was handling the corpses, he also checked them. It was found that all the villagers were killed by taking blood from their hearts. Some of them were burned alive, and some were beaten to death with one hand.

The good thing about these villagers who were burned to death is that there are still whole bodies left. The bodies that were shot to death are fragmented and many of them are incomplete.

Sun Wukong also found that these villagers seem to have been spirited out. Not far from the pit, there is a small altar with traces of soul refining on it.

In the morning of the next day, the rainstorm stopped all night. The rain scattered and the sun broke through the dark clouds that had not yet completely dispersed. The golden light of the warm sun was shining on the blue sky and the green forest.

The mountain spring not far away from the broken Temple tinkles, and the birds who have been silent for several days also come out to stretch their bodies. The clear and pleasant birds' song comes one after another among the mountains and forests.

"Cough..." Chuxuan, who had been sleeping for a night, coughed twice and mumbled dryly in his mouth: "water Water... "

Sun Wukong, who had been waiting for him, had heavy eyelids and was drowsy. When he heard that chuxuan wanted to drink water, he got up and got a cup of warm tea from the wooden table on the side. He carefully picked up the spoon and fed it to chuxuan.

"Master, are you ok? Drink water and wake up! The blood feud of Wuzu is waiting for you to avenge. " Sun Wukong said in a low voice while feeding tea to chuxuan.

"Ah..." Chuxuan tried to open his eyes, his mind was dazed, a huge sense of pain hit, and finally he could not help crying out, but his voice was still weak.

Wake up after Chu Xuan mind a blank, some confused eyes around, see empty broken temple.

"Wukong, are you all right?" Chu Xuan can't remember what happened before he was in a coma. Seeing Sun Wukong's red eyes, disordered hair and haggard face, he was immediately concerned.

Seeing Chu Xuan wake up, Sun Wukong finally put down his hanging heart and said with a happy smile, "I'm worried about master's comfort if I have nothing to do."

Sun Wukong's understatement, but chuxuan was very moved. He knew that it must be during his lethargy that everyone worried that he had been waiting and that he would be so haggard without a good rest.

"Thank you." Chu Xuan's true feelings are revealed, thousands of words into a short three words, Monkey King can feel Chu Xuan's gratitude and moving.

Sun Wukong waved his hand and said, "you and I don't need to say thank you, master. Just wake up."

Chu Xuan noticed that there were several shadowy figures behind Sun Wukong. He glanced back and asked, "Wukong, are these people?"

"Master, they are the people who survived in the village." Sun Wukong did not hide it and told the truth.

After some inquiry, chuxuan knew the names of several people and knew that they were the descendants of Wu Zu.

In addition, with the power of blood perception, perception, their body, there is indeed a trace of the Wuzu blood.