Chapter 482: Jiu Shu (3)

Stone strokes...
Shen Yanxiao secretly frowned, it is obviously a knife wound, not a swordsman or a knight left, although the wound is almost healing now, but it can be inferred from the wound surface, the knife at that time, the bones are absolutely visible.
It is absolutely impossible for a normal person to draw it out as a stone.
The wounds of Xiao Ke and Lao Ba were taken by the magicians and swordsmen at first sight, but the two of them accepted the two absurd and horrible reasons?
It’s really weird.
"Uncle Bar, you and Uncle Xiao Ke are both injured at night?" Shen Yanxiao, in order to get more news, made a clever way.
Laoba nodded and did not hide: "Yes, it’s all night, not only us, but many people in our village are hurt, but it’s not a serious wound. It’s because we are close to one here. What kind of cemetery, the yin is relatively heavy, there will be some unclean things in the evening to disturb, so this will happen. Fortunately, there is no serious problem, we are used to it." Laoba smiled and opened, did not feel that there is What is wrong.
However, Shen Yan Xiao Yue is more surprised.
The old bus is not lying, but the villagers are collectively injured at night. This kind of thing is really wrong. Shen Yanxiao is very clear. The injured villagers are not because of what the ghosts are doing, but because they fight with the people of the cave wolf mercenary group. Under.
The question is, why do the villagers here seem to never remember at all?
And such awkward wounds seem to be really nothing in their eyes. If you change to other people, I am afraid that I will not be able to stay in bed so much. I will be as alive and well as Xiao Ke and Lao Ba. If I don’t see the wounds on these two people, Shen Yanxiao can hardly believe that they have been affected. Such a heavy injury.
Shen Yan Xiao Bian could not understand, a piece of dust fell in front of her nose.
Before she could wait for her reaction, the old Bach jumped up, and the big hand stretched out, directly smashing Shen Yanxiao and Suzaku, and flew back to the door.
In the next second, a large piece of straw fell from the roof, and it happened to be where the two had just stood.
"Hey, I said that the house of Nine Uncle has been rebuilt. When I was so old, it was a head." Lao Ba looked at the straw that had fallen, and he used it in his eyes, but he just said something on his mouth.
Shen Yanxiao and Suzaku were dragging him on both hands at this moment. The easy movement was like two people but two tofu on his hand.
Even if an adult man wants to drag the two away in such a short period of time, I am afraid that it is impossible to drag the two directly into the air so exaggerated.
What surprised Shen Yanxiao was that the old Pakistan’s movements were quick and in no way inferior to an intermediate professional.
But on the old bus, she couldn’t feel the slightest vindictiveness and magic.
‘In those villagers, there is a lot of strength...’ The words of Du Lang echoed in Shen Yan’s mind, and Shen Yanxiao blinked slightly.
It seems that everything that Du Lang said is true.
However, what is hidden in this barren little village? Will it make this look so weird?
Inexplicable riots, villagers who don’t know the truth, the endless bus, and the incredible causes of injuries...