The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss Chapter 501 - Massacre in the Village (3)

Chapter 501: Massacre in the Village (3)

The sudden turn of events caught the Adonis off-guard. He heard Vermillion Bird’s shrill cries, and just as he turned, he saw a red, fierce figure flying right at him.
Before the young man could react to the situation, the Vermillion Bird smashed into him. Both of them crashed into a nearby house. With a loud bang, the dirt house that was already on the verge of collapse had fallen onto those two people.
Uncle Nine, who was prepared to welcome death, opened his eyes in confusion when he heard the loud noise. He looked at himself and wondered why he was still intact. Then he stared at the dust-covered ruins of a house. He had not understood what had happened.
Shen Yanxiao stepped out from her hiding place, and Uncle Nine was shocked when he saw her.
“Was that you?” Was she one of the kids that he had taken in? Uncle Nine asked as he stared at Shen Yanxiao.
“Yes.” Shen Yanxiao walked toward him. She paid no heed to the surprise that was on Uncle Nine’s face. She took out some healing potions from her interspatial ring and handed them to Uncle Nine.
“Drink this. You won’t last long with those wounds.”
Uncle Nine stared at Shen Yanxiao with a complicated gaze. He took the potions with a smile and drank it without any hesitation.
“I should have known that you were the one who entered the Graveyard of the Sun. Alas… I misjudged you. I thought you were normal kids.” Uncle Nine shook his head. He found the matter both surprising and frustrating.
“What on earth is going on here? Why does that little devil want to kill you?” Shen Yanxiao was not a person to pry. However, the villagers were kind to her. She did not have the heart to bear the sight of their tragic deaths right in front of her.
Uncle Nine replied, “No time to ask these things. You should hurry up and leave. You won’t have a chance to do that when Xiao Feng comes back.” Uncle Nine urged Shen Yanxiao to go as he stared at all the corpses around them.
“Xiao Feng? Do you mean this devil?” Vermillion Bird stepped out of the ruins that were covered in dust. He dragged the unconscious young man with him.
Uncle Nine was dumbfounded. He could not believe his own eyes, even when he saw the motionless young man.
“How is that possible… Xiao Feng has the blood of the dragon race in him. He is ten times stronger than the average human being. How could he pass out just because he tripped and fell?” Uncle Nine did not realize the words that had slipped out from his tongue in a fit of astonishment.
Shen Yanxiao squinted her eyes and committed his words to her memory.
Why did that young fellow pass out?
The Vermillion Bird was a mythical beast, and he would have been able to knock a real dragon out, let alone a human who only had the dragon race blood in him.
Shen Yanxiao did not let Uncle Nine in on that little trivia. She only wanted to know what had happened to the village!
Uncle Nine could finally breathe when he realized that the boy was unconscious. Shen Yanxiao could see the grief and guilt in his eyes.
The village had been reduced to nothing; there were tears in Uncle Nine’s eyes. He heaved a long sigh. “Never mind. What’s done is done. What is the harm in telling you? Come with me…”
Then, Uncle Nine led them back to his house.
It was barely a house anymore. The walls were in taters, and the roof had collapsed. Vermilion Bird took the unconscious beautiful young man with him as he followed Uncle Nine to the kitchen. Amidst rubbles, Uncle Nine found the door to the basement and opened it.