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The entire village was quiet as if something big had happened here. Every household had their doors shut tight. The less trouble, the better. This was the principle that many people followed. As for why this principle had existed for thousands of years, it was mostly due to self-deprecation. Many people felt that the other party was an influential power who could not afford to offend them. Therefore, even if they saw the injustice, they could just pretend not to see it.

The reason that people yearned for the martial arts world was mostly because of those people who hated evil. They would help out when they saw injustice, and even when they knew it was a fight to the death, they would still fight with all their might. He was not necessarily a martial arts practitioner; he was likely to be a martial arts user; he was not necessarily someone who had read poetry and had the ambition to rule the country; he was likely to be an illiterate but moral person; he was not necessarily a man, and sometimes women could cry for injustice.

Ye Mo Han jumped over the collapsed kitchen and chased after the farmer and his wife. He placed both palms together and pushed them out into the air. A wave of air swept over the two like a tiger's. The front part of the air was like a gaping maw, ready to swallow the two of them in one go. The blast arrived in front of the two of them, but they could not avoid it at all. The farmer suddenly pushed the woman away and pushed with both palms. The power of his palm was comparable to Ye Mo Han's, just like the difference between the sun, moon and the stars. A loud noise drowned out the crying of the peasant woman. After the sound passed, the farmer just stood there quietly. The ground within three feet of where he was standing sank a foot into the ground.

"Old man." The woman ran towards the farmer while crying. The farmer's clothes were dyed red by his blood, and Ye Wen's palm had shattered all of his internal organs. Even if Hua Tuo was still alive, the Bian Magpie wouldn't be able to save him.

Ye Wen's cold consciousness seemed to have recovered a bit. Two sounds seemed to have entered Ye Mo's ears. One was, "Go forward and kill this woman. There shouldn't be anyone alive in your field of vision. That would be the best use of your power." The other was, "What's wrong with me? Why did I kill them? They were originally innocent ?" The two voices intertwined in Ye Mo Han's mind, tearing him apart. Ye Mo Han felt like he had fallen into a dark place, and also felt like he had fallen into a cold and gloomy abyss. He was at a loss, quietly watching the two people in front of him groan in grief.

The farmer was out of breath and said, "Smelly woman, I can't do it anymore. Take advantage of his sluggishness, hurry up and leave."

She wiped the blood off his face with her clothes, carefully and gently. She wiped it as if it were not blood, but sweat left behind by the farmer after working in the field for a long time. "Old man, we have been living in seclusion for so many years.

"Retribution cannot be blamed on anyone. Leave quickly, wait for him to recover and you won't be able to leave." It could be seen that the farmer really wanted to push the peasant woman away, just like how he pushed her aside and took Ye Wen's attack on himself. It was just that he didn't have the strength to do so right now.

"No." The peasant woman's tone became determined. She stood up and stared at the cold leaf. Her eyes were like a torch, and her eyes were filled with the flames of hatred. Rest assured, I will accompany you in death even if I cannot take revenge. " Ye Chanhan seemed to feel that gaze that was as sharp as a sword. He looked at the woman in confusion, not understanding why the person in front of him was looking at him like that. The two voices in Ye Mo Han's mind continued to haunt him, but it had already started to turn into a clamor, as if neither side could convince the other, and a chaotic battle had begun.

The farmer looked at the peasant woman who was about to stand up and fight with Ye Han. He was so anxious that he actually held his breath. Even when he died, his eyes had not closed, and his face clearly showed that he was begging his wife not to die. Perhaps he knew her very well, and of course he loved her very much. Otherwise, he wouldn't have pushed her away in such a critical moment. Everything he had done was to hope that she would live on. But the farmer ignored the fact that his wife loved him more than she loved herself, so she could not live. The children of Jianghu who had fallen in love, once faced with a life or death situation, many of them chose to die together. They could no longer hear his comments after his death. What happened between them in the past and in the present had confirmed one thing: husband and wife were like birds in the same forest, there were exceptions for each of them when a great calamity befell upon them.

As the sun set in the west, the sunset glow illuminated half the sky, making it look extremely gorgeous. Under the remaining sunlight, this village that did not have many families looked as tranquil and peaceful as usual from the outside. But who would have thought that within a short period of time, fifteen people had already died under the beautiful sunset.

The peasant woman suddenly sped up. Surprisingly, a soft whip appeared in her hand. That whip was clearly her weapon, and it was usually wrapped around her waist. The peasant woman swung her long whip, and the end of the whip and the entire body of the whip were immediately covered with shining thorns. It was obvious that the whip had passed through the hands of a craftsman. Normally, it was no different from an ordinary whip. As long as one used this whip to attack the enemy, the hidden thorns within the soft whip would all appear. The soft whip was like a long, thorny dragon, and it flicked its tongue at Ye Wen's cold face. Ye Mo Han was still blankly staring at the peasant woman. He seemed to be unable to sense any danger, and his eyes did not see the soft whip covered with thorns. Ye Mo Han woke up from his stupor when the whip appeared in his eyes. He raised his right hand, and the thorn in the whip pierced into his arm, the tip of the whip spinning and striking Ye Mo Han's cheek, causing blood to flow out from it.

Ye Mo Han didn't feel any pain, his left hand ignored the hidden thorns on the whip and grabbed the soft whip, pulling it in. Unable to hold the whip, the woman threw it away. Her palms flew towards Ye Wen, who swung the whip back and forth, sweeping towards the woman. The wind suddenly blew, the area where the whip swept back was very wide, the peasant woman could not avoid it, and she had no choice but to take it head on with both of her palms. However, just as his palms touched the tip of the whip, Ye Wen abruptly pulled back, causing the peasant woman's hands to miss. Ye Mo Han turned around and swung his whip horizontally at the woman's back. She spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying. She fell to the ground and wiggled for a few moments, then stopped breathing.

Just as Ye Wen Han was about to drop his long whip and watch the dead peasant woman and the farmer fall into a daze, Ye Mo Han slowly approached the farmer and saw his eyes open as if to provoke him. Another voice rang out in his ears: "Punch him down and beat him to death." Ye Mo Han raised his bleeding left fist and punched the farmer again and again ?

Ye Wen's cold punches carried a huge amount of energy with them. Therefore, the dead body of the farmer had already been completely destroyed, much like how the wolves and vultures had eaten more than half of the abandoned corpses in the wilderness. At this moment, Ye Mo was completely oblivious to what he was doing. He could only hear the voices lingering in his mind, which meant he was releasing all of his power. It was as if he would only be relieved if he used up all his energy. Ye Jianhan was now a puppet who had lost his ego and could not distinguish between good and evil.

After an unknown amount of time, a layer of white fog suddenly appeared above Ye Mo Han's head. At this time, the sun had already set completely, and the sky in the west was only a little bit of light. The white mist seemed to descend from thin air, just like an immortal descending from the heavens. The white mist slowly enveloped Ye Mo Han, which looked very strange in the dark sky. Ye Mo Han did not realize that he was in the midst of the sudden white mist, but he was still listening to the call of his heart. If someone were to see this scene, they would definitely think that there was an irreconcilable hatred between the two. However, who would have thought that this was only their first time seeing each other?

Not long after, the white mist completely covered Ye Mo Han, and he immediately fell to the ground unconscious.