Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 262 Black Dreamland [8]

The blood on their bodies pooled into a stream on the ground, and as soon as the door was opened, they rushed out.

Fortunately, Mo Fenghua hid in time, otherwise the soles of her shoes would be soaked in blood now.

Qianye Feiran ran over and saw the piled up corpses, the corners of his lips twitched a few times, even if he was a big man, he felt sick to his stomach when he saw such a scene suddenly.

He covered his mouth, turned around and waited for a while before turning his head. He said sweatingly, "No wonder no one came out to rob today. The feeling is that they are all dead. Is this someone doing justice for the sky? How dare all these bandits killed?"

Mo Fenghua asked Qianye Feiran to take a few wooden planks and spread them on the ground, then stepped on the wooden planks and walked in. She reached out and touched a corpse: "The blood has not coagulated, and the corpse is still a little warm. They didn't die for a long time."

Qianye Feiran also checked the corpses, and what made him feel strange was that there was only one fatal wound on these corpses - the heart.

A hole the size of a soybean was opened in the heart, running through from the front chest to the back. Apart from that, there were no extra wounds, and they should all have been hit at once.

These bandits are extremely vicious, and many of them are gangsters wanted by various countries, murderous madmen, and their skills are very good.

But these people were killed without any counterattack, which is too curious, who made the shot.

Qianye Feiran asked: "Who do you think did it? These wounds are so strange, I can't tell what method was used to kill them?"

Mo Fenghua walked out of the house and said: "Whoever he is, killing these bandits will save us from taking action. Let's go, let's take a stroll here."

Qianye Feiran looked at the corpses all over the room, and then at Mo Fenghua, and hurried to catch up.

After wandering around, Mo Fenghua discovered that this village was quite scientifically built, with a 'meeting hall', a 'collective dormitory' where ordinary horse thieves live, a 'VIP single room' for big and small bosses, a cafeteria, and a bathroom , a cellar for storing food, and a martial arts arena for daily training, basically all the necessary facilities are available.

After looking around, Mo Fenghua asked Qianye Feiran: "What do you think of this place?"

Qianye Feiran nodded: "Well, very good... The terrain is very good, there are few hills around, and the soil is solid, and it will not collapse when it rains. It is the best place in these hundreds of miles. The only Han River, the horse thief who chose to build a village here is still very discerning..."

The two looked at each other and smiled, knowing what the other was thinking.
Mo Fani plans to stand on the earth cliff behind the house, pointing to the faintly visible Han River in the distance: "The important thing is that there are ready-made houses here, hundreds of good horses, and treasures robbed by bandits. On the old site of the current cottage, it is enough to expand and renovate a new city."

Qianye Feiran also had a look of excitement on his face: "Yes, this village is indeed a good place to build a city."

"But... what about those corpses?" How big a pit must be dug to bury so many corpses?

"What else can I do? Burn it, of course." Mo Fenghua turned and left.

The room where the horse thief's body was lying was the meeting hall, and it was quite far away from the surrounding houses. Mo Fenghua threw a ball of fire into it, and the flames sprang up after a while.

[Girls, happy Mid-Autumn Festival... Sister spends Mid-Autumn Festival alone this year, who will accompany me! ]
(End of this chapter)