Now he is indeed not alone, so he will keep fighting.

Duanmujie, who was standing aside

The three of them were silent when they saw the desolate scene in front of them, but they could not hide the anger in their eyes.

They are not really people living in Longhua Village. They are members of the Hermit family. They come here just to have their own tasks, and the villagers who take care of them are like their nannies in the family.

However, despite this, in the final analysis, the three of them were taken care of by these people. They literally stayed with them for more than ten years.

Even if there is no blood relationship, in the final analysis, there is still emotion in it. After living for more than ten years, it is impossible to have no emotion at all. They are also human beings, made of flesh and blood, not steel.

Therefore, when faced with the fact that their relatives were killed, they found it difficult to accept it at first, but what followed was firm determination.

That was the determination to take revenge, and they also kept this hatred in their hearts.

The previous joint effort to destroy the strongholds of Chuanshen and Ye Xiao was just an appetizer.

After that, they will completely remove these two damn organizations bit by bit, step by step.

A few people stood relatively silent at the entrance of the village for a few minutes, and then Duanmujie said, "Brother Yi, let's go. Now that we're back, we should go see Uncle Jiazi."

When they came back this time, they came with generous gifts, because this was also the first time a few people got together to visit Uncle Jiazi after the village was completely wiped out.

Therefore, the proper etiquette is naturally indispensable.

"good."

Yang Yi nodded, with heavy eyes. He held Shen Xue with one hand and Tiantian with the other, and walked with Duanmujie towards the small house in his memory.

ten minutes later.

Several figures appeared in front of the wooden house where Uncle Jiazi currently lives.

The cabin has not changed much, it is still standing there alone, it just has an extra bamboo pole and some daily necessities.

In the small courtyard, a fire was lit and a wicker chair was placed next to it.

The fire was burning brightly and warmly, and Uncle Jiazi was lying on the wicker chair, covered with a thick leather blanket.

As soon as the figures of several people appeared, they almost immediately attracted Uncle Jiazi's attention.

And when he saw the faces of the people standing at the door, his originally dim eyes suddenly burst with vitality.

"Xiaoyi, Xiaojie, Ershui, Yueyue"

"Why did you come back suddenly?"

Uncle Jiazi was naturally very happy when he saw a few people, so he stood up from his chair.

However, his old injuries have not healed, and coupled with his disability, he has difficulty moving. Even if he wants to stand up, it is very difficult.

Several people looked at the old man in front of them. Their eyes turned red almost at the same time. They stood side by side and said in unison.

"Uncle Jiazi, we are back."

Several people were filled with emotions. In their minds, Uncle Jiazi was still the loving old man who would make them various toys every day to make them happy.

He is the only survivor.

Moreover, only Duanmujie and the others knew that the old man in front of them was not the housekeeper sent by their hermit family to take care of them.

He's really just an ordinary person.
Chapter completed!