The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-482

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The stone scratch it...

Shen Yanxiao secretly frowned. It was obviously a stab wound which wasn’t caused by a swordsman but rather a knight. Although the wound was about to heal now, it could be inferred from the wound that the stab at that time was absolutely deep that bones were clearly visible.

It was absolutely impossible for a normal person to draw it out from a stone.

At first glance, one could tell that Little Ke and Old Ba’s wounds were the work of Magician and Swordsman, but they both still accepted such two absurd and heinous reasons?

Really too strange ah.

"Uncle Old Ba, you and Uncle Ke were injured at night?" In order to get more information, Shen Yanxiao feigned cleverness and opened her mouth.

Old Ba nodded and without concealing anything he said, "Yes ah, it all happened at night. Not only us, many people in our village have injuries, but they are not serious wounds, either. Uncle Jiu said because we are close to a graveyard, the negative atmosphere here is thick, and there will be some ghost that causes troubles at night, so these situations will usually occur. Fortunately, it’s nothing serious, and we are used to it. " Old Ba chuckled, he did not think anything was wrong.

However, Shen Yanxiao felt even more strange as she listened.

Old Ba was not lying. But for the villagers to be collectively injured at night, there was really something wrong with this. And Shen Yanxiao was very clear that those villagers were wounded not because of the ghosts causing trouble, but because of the fight between the Cave Wolves Mercenary Corps.

The question was, why did the villagers here seem to have no recollection of it at all?

And those hideous wounds seemed to be really nothing in their eyes. If it had been others, they would have been bedridden and weak, and would not have been as lively as Little Ke and Old Ba. Had it not been for the wounds on the two men, Shen Yanxiao could hardly believe that they had been so badly wounded.

Shen Yanxiao was puzzled, a speck of dust fell in front of her nose.

Before she could react, Old Ba suddenly jumped up, extended his hands, and quickly lifted Shen Yanxiao and Vermilion Bird, then flew back to the door.

The next second, a large piece of straw fell from the roof and happened to fall where they were standing before.

"Ai, I say Uncle Jiu, you should have this house repaired, when will you get this fixed, ah." Old Ba looked at the falling straw, his eyes seemed accustomed to this scene, and his mouth just also casually said something.

Shen Yanxiao and Vermilion Bird at this moment were being dragged by his two hands, as easily as though he was dragging two pieces of tofu instead of two people.

Even if an adult man wanted to react in such a short period of time, and dragged the two of them away, it was very likely impossible to drag both of them directly into the air in such an exaggerated way.

Shen Yanxiao was even more surprised that Old Ba’s quick moves were in no way inferior to that of a person with Intermediate profession.

However, she did not feel a glimmer of dou qi and magic in Old Ba’s body.

‘Some of the villagers have great strength...' Du Lang's words echoed in Shen Yanxiao’s mind. Shen Yanxiao slightly narrowed her eyes.

It seemed that everything Du Lang said was true.

But, what was exactly hidden in this barren village? What made it all look so strange?

Inexplicable riots, unknown villagers, the immense power of Old Ba, as well as those incredulous reasons for the villagers' injuries...