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Qingyang lowered his head and stared at the strange mark. It looked like an unfinished "X", except that it was slightly long and slightly short, especially the bottom part of the mark. It looked extremely awkward.

Taking a deep breath, Qingyang tried his best to recall all the places where he had entered the room: his room's door, wardrobe, walls, bed, and his parents who were all wrapped up in white bedding.

Suddenly his eyes flew open and he looked at the strange imprint. Yes, the place where his mother's hand was resting on the edge of the bed! Right here!

How powerful was Qingyang Divine Sense? His memory was even more astonishing. Even if he had been in a muddled state at the time, a slight thought would have been able to restore the scene in the room to how it was before!

Kneeling on the ground, Qingyang gently caressed the strange imprint. It was obvious that this was caused by a person using all their strength to carve the imprint. Qingyang's heart trembled as he hurriedly got up and ran out of the room.

Inside the mourning hall, the white mattress was arranged in a straight line. Qingyang quickly ran to the center of the room and lifted a corner of the white mattress.

Suppressing the grief in his heart, Qingyang took a deep breath as he stared at every finger of this hand.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. Qingyang could feel his heart pounding. Not bad, this was something his mother dug out before she died! Mother's index finger still had very little wood shavings on it!

Qingyang understood that although his mother was usually a peasant woman, she was actually an extremely meticulous woman. She would not for no reason dig out a cross from the side of her bed, much less when she was on the verge of death.

Mother must have found out something, but what did she want to tell me before she died? What did that damaged cross represent?

Gently putting his mother's hand back into the white mattress, Qingyang quietly stood there, staring at the three hundred and eighty-two corpses wrapped in white bedding, not moving for a long time.

From start to finish, Qingyang didn't lift up his blanket to look at his parents or even those familiar with him. He didn't want to look at them, didn't want to see the anger in his eyes when he died, didn't want to see the lingering feelings on his face, and even more so didn't want to look at the vicious wound caused by the blade.

Qingyang had buried the pain deep in his heart. He knew that he was destined to be stained with blood for the rest of his life just because he carried the hatred of his parents, the hatred of Qingyang Village, and because of him, his name was Qingyang.

He let out a long breath and threw those thoughts to the back of his mind. What he needed to do now was to bury his parents and fellow villagers in their own coffins.

His mother had left him a strange cross. This matter could be investigated after the matter was settled. As he thought to himself, Qingyang quickly returned to the thatched cottage.

Just as he stepped into his parents' room, Qingyang discovered that Yanran had already woken up. She was staring at the cross beside the bed, her eyebrows knitted together as if she was deep in thought, and didn't notice Qingyang who had entered the room.

"Yanran, why are you awake?" Qingyang took two steps forward and walked to the bedside.

"Brother Qingyang, look." Lifting her head to look at Qingyang, Yanran solemnly pointed at the strange cross on the edge of the bed and said, "This mark seems to have been dug out. It's a little strange."

Qingyang nodded his head and half-knelt on the ground. He told her what he had been thinking, "Not bad, I have also discovered this mark just now. It should have been a mark that Mother secretly dug before she died, and it must have been to tell me something."

"Brother Qingyang, how can you be so sure?" Yanran looked at Qingyang in surprise, then she said softly, "After I know about this, the people from the government came together and strictly ordered them not to touch the house or the corpses. They were only told to cover the corpses with white blankets, so that you could come back to check."

Qing Yang gently embraced Yanran with a trace of emotion in his eyes. The girl in his embrace was so meticulous that it was all for his own sake.

"Thank you, Yanran. If Father and Mother knew in the afterlife, they would definitely let me kill the culprit and not betray your kind intentions. " Qingyang felt a sliver of gratitude in his heart.

After all, if it weren't for Yanran's previous strict orders, the corpse would have already entered the coffin and the strange cross would have been left out.

"Brother Qingyang, have you thought about who did this to you?" Her pretty face turned red as she suddenly asked with a serious tone.

"I wonder who would do such a heartless thing." Qingyang's eyes flashed with a golden flame as he answered with a deep voice. The murderous aura that burst out from his body startled Yanran, causing her to subconsciously move closer to Qingyang.

Seeming to have felt that the beautiful person in his embrace was a little frightened, Qingyang instantly withdrew his aura. He stroked Yanran's hair apologetically and said, "Sorry, Yanran."

She shook her head lightly and said in a soft voice, "If there were three or three Pre-Sky Realm martial artists, they would not have been able to slaughter everyone in the village in one night. Even the hunters would not have been able to resist and would not have been drugged."

Pausing for a moment, Yanran continued, "So if it wasn't a group of Pre-Sky Realm warriors, then it was a group of Upper Sky warriors."

After hearing the words, Qingyang took a few deep breaths to calm his anger and grief. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "That is true, father and the others have been hunting in the mountains all year long and are extremely alert. Ordinary martial artists would not be able to kill them all with a single slash even if they committed murder when entering the village late at night."

Feeling the intense rise and fall of Qingyang's chest, Yanran felt a pinch in her heart. She knew that her heart was currently in great pain, but she had no other choice. After all, the most important thing Qingyang wanted to do now was to uncover the culprit as soon as possible.

"Brother Qingyang, or a few innate experts taking advantage of the villagers' sleep late at night to attack, it's also possible that a lot of Pre-Sky Realm martial practitioners did it late at night. It's impossible to slaughter all of the people from Qingyang Village that went out today." Once the Azure Sun Sect had calmed down, she spoke in a soft voice.

"Indeed." With that hateful sentence, Qingyang was still unable to clear up the matter. His mind was still in a state of chaos; after all, it had only been three days. How could he truly be calm?

Seeing that Qingyang seemed to be in a state of chaos, Yanran did not continue to discuss further. In her heart, she decided to wait for Qingyang to deal with the aftermath of Qingyang Village before continuing to discuss further.

"Brother Qingyang, I've already ordered some men to order a batch of coffins from Dongan. All three hundred and eighty-two coffins are outside of Qingyang Village right now." Yan Ran raised her head to look at the sun with eyes filled with love.

Qingyang looked gratefully at Yanran, not knowing how to express his gratitude to the girl in his arms. She had done everything she could think of for him. With such wisdom, kindness, and understanding, she could no longer express her gratitude with just a "thank you".

He hugged Yanran tighter. He originally wanted to coax her to continue resting on the bed with a few words. However, he could see that Yanran's attitude was firm and she could only agree to carry the corpses of the villagers to the coffin.

Yan Ran pulled Qingyang along as she slowly walked to the village entrance. More than ten guards hurriedly stood up to salute her. With a single thought, Qingyang suddenly discovered that a figure had appeared in the forest far away.

"Who is it!" With an explosive shout, Qingyang's aura soared as he swiftly flew into the air!