Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 106 Emperor, You Angered Me [Part [-]]

Mo Wuying staggered to her mother's room, and saw that Mo Qingchou was already crying.

"Wu Ying, my poor child, the government finally knows about our existence, and you will never go down the mountain again!

Those innocent people and children, we are sorry for them!Thinking of them dying unjustly for you, my mother's heart hurts like a thousand arrows piercing like a knife...

This life debt will not be repaid in the next life, so how can I continue to live on! "

The blood-red anger burned Mo Wuying's eyes, she pushed away Mo Qingchou's embrace, and ran out of the mountain gate without looking back...

Mo Qingchou missed one, saw Mo Wuying run away, and screamed:

"Son, come back, maybe an ambush trap is shot down the mountain at this moment!

Teacher, teacher, where are you?Hurry up and catch Wuying back..."

Mo Wuying ran wildly in the mountains and streams, tears pouring down all the way.

Hundreds of people were killed because of the name she inadvertently revealed.And in the middle of the night, the brutal massacre of the village!
Thinking that many innocent people were probably killed suddenly in their sleep, her eyes became even more bloodshot.

Unforgivable!Absolutely unforgivable!
The village at the foot of the mountain came into view.

White paper money was flying everywhere, crying and screaming everywhere.

Some of those who were killed by the whole family were pushed by simple and kind neighbors on simple wooden carts. The bodies of the whole family were stacked on the cart, accompanied by the creaking sound of broken carts, and were sent to a collective morgue at the entrance of the village. ...

There, a huge deep pit has been dug out by the surviving villagers in preparation for burying the bodies.

The surviving women and old women were weeping and cursing in their mouths:

"Who are these god-killed Yan Wuying and Leng Qingxie? They have caused us innocent people to suffer!"

The older ones are transporting the dead to gather here in an endless stream.

Mo Wuying looked at those wounds in pain, on the chest, neck, face, limbs...the knife is fatal!

Especially those kids!The thin and small body was mixed next to the parents' corpses, which moved the witnesses even more, and raised their hands to wipe away their tears.

Mo Wuying stepped forward and gently wiped the blood on the face of a girl about seven or eight years old with her hands. The cold touch proved that she had been dead for a long time.

She felt her heart being torn and shredded bit by bit, the pain was indescribable and indescribable.

(End of this chapter)