Chapter 702
Under the urging of the Demon Slayer Envoy, the entire Demon Slayer Palace started to run at a high speed, and the news was quickly transmitted through Wen Jianzong's station.
The three teams numbered Huoque 14, 15, and 17 received the news in less than two hours, and after a hasty preparation, they rushed to the Baokuang Village area.
Hour after hour passed, and Mo Junrong walked back and forth non-stop around the arena-like map in the Demon Execution Hall.
The other cultivators in the hall looked at the demon slaying envoy and whispered to each other, guessing what the characteristics of the team going to Treasure Mine Village were.
After the three rescue teams arrived at Baokuang Village, after asking the villagers, the first team had reached the nearby mountain peak.
They went to the nearby mountain peaks to search, and soon found the corpse outside the mine, and found a lot of fighting marks beside the corpse.
There were a total of five corpses on the ground, all of which were broken into pieces.
Most of the flesh and bones were dug out, very similar to the team that had the accident before.
Obviously, all of this was done by evil cultivators, but the right master was never caught.
Realizing that it was late, the practitioners of the rescue team could only mourn in silence and then discuss what to do next.
"It's not right to let them expose the corpse in the wilderness, let's find a place with good Feng Shui to bury it."
"I think they should be taken back and handed over to their respective sects."
"I agree with taking them back. There is no way for the teams that disappeared before. Don't the teams that found the bodies take them back?"
"Alright, let's take them back to the Demon Execution Hall."
It took them another day or so to take the Tianzhou boat from Treasure Mine Village back to the Demon Execution Hall.
Although among the three teams, there are Luoshuang Pavilion disciples who have been releasing cold energy to protect the corpse from decay.
But it had been a long time since he died, and the corpse began to emit a faint stench.
A day later, three teams carried five stretchers and solemnly walked up the mountain path to the entrance of the Demon Execution Hall.
One of them stepped into the hall, cupped his hands and bowed to the cultivators inside: "Demon Slayer, the team that asked for help has been found, but"
Mo Junrong walked back and forth in the hall for two days and two nights,
Look haggard, pale.
When he heard what the visitor said, he immediately rushed up and grabbed the other person's shoulder, shouting loudly: "It's just what?"
just say what"
The man was taken aback by the demon slayer's reaction, and then slowly lowered his head.
He whispered: "Everyone has been brought back, you should go and see for yourself."
Mo Junrong flung the person in front of him away and ran to the outside of the hall.
The practitioners of the three rescue teams stood on both sides, and five stretchers were placed in the middle, and the stretchers were covered with white cloth.
Judging from the bulging shape of the white cloth, there must be human corpses underneath, some of which seem to be incomplete, and many parts should be missing.
Seeing the number of stretchers, Mo Junrong was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly suppressed this expression, showing tension and sadness again.
He clearly remembered that there were four people in Mo Fenger's team, two men and two women, and Mo Fenger was counted among the two women.
But now there are five corpses, what is going on, and where did the extra one come from?
He immediately thought of Lin Zou. Could it be that Lin Zou missed his hand and died together with Mo Fenger?
If Lin Zou really misses, his next plan will be affected.
Anyway, let's play the tricks first and see who the extra people are before making any plans.
Thinking of this, Mo Junrong slowly squatted in front of the stretcher, stretched out a slightly trembling hand, and slowly lifted the white cloth on the stretcher.
A dilapidated corpse of a man appeared in front of his eyes. Judging from his clothes, he should be a disciple of a certain sect.
In order to stop the movement, Mo Junrong made his arms tremble more violently, and then slowly lifted the second white cloth.
The face of this corpse has been damaged, and the flesh and blood of the body has been emptied, leaving only the incomplete bones supporting the dry outer skin.
Judging from the clothing and decoration, it should be a woman.
But Mo Junrong knew that this was not Mo Feng'er, because when Mo Feng'er set off that day, he should be wearing Wen Jianzong's uniform.
He continued to move his arms, and slowly lifted the third piece of white cloth. Before the white cloth was completely removed, a shoulder without an arm was already exposed.
The muscle of the severed arm is still there, and the material wrapped around it is also very familiar.
Mo Junrong immediately understood that Mo Feng'er was under the white cloth.
He quickly brewed his emotions and made all preparations for acting.
Pulling back the white cloth completely, Mo Feng'er's pale and bloodless face was revealed in front of him.
Mo Junrong took a sharp breath, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, shaking violently as if struck by an electric arc.
"Feng Feng Er Feng Er"
With a loud roar, he climbed up on hands and feet regardless of the dust on the ground, and stretched out his hands to pick up Mo Feng'er's body.
As soon as he picked up the corpse, he smelled a slight rancid smell, which was the result of the corpse being kept for a long time.
But at this time, you can't care about the taste.
He hugged Mo Feng'er tightly and cried loudly, tears pouring down like a rainstorm, and the heart-piercing shouts echoed non-stop.
"Feng'er, I shouldn't have let you go.
We agreed to get married, why did you just leave like this?
Feng'er, wake up, I'll take you to see the prepared bride price, wake up."
The cultivators standing beside were all silent, gritted their teeth and moved their throats, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.
Only now did they know why the Demon Executioner was so anxious. It turned out that his fiancée was in the team going to Treasure Mine Village.
Mo Junrong's hoarse cry moved everyone.
The other cultivators in the Demon Execution Hall also ran out and stood quietly on the sidelines to observe and mourn in silence.
Those who are soft-hearted can't help but wipe away their tears.
The demon slayer who is usually strong and righteous did not expect to encounter such a heart-wrenching thing. It is really unfair to the heavens.
Several cultivators stopped for a moment, then turned to find the elders of Wen Jianzong, and informed them of the sad news.
In less than half an hour, there were streamers in Wenjianzong.
Thousands of disciples and dozens of elders of the sect were alarmed, and even the sect master Ren Hua came here in person.
On the hillside in front of the Demon Execution Hall, more and more people gathered here.
A sad atmosphere spread among the crowd, and the air became extremely quiet, only Mo Junrong's wailing could be heard in the middle.
The sun shines on the mountain, it is bright and dazzling, but it is cold to the bone.
The suzerain Ren Hua looked at it for a while, then lowered his voice and asked the elder Ren Zhanfeng next to him: "Mo Fenger and Mo Junrong are both apprentices under your name."
Blade Zhanfeng nodded and admitted that he understood the suzerain's meaning.
As an envoy of killing demons, Mo Junrong must not be slumped because of this blow. The righteousness of killing demons cannot do without the example he has created.
Now, I am the only master who is the most suitable to help the apprentice out of the haze.
His somewhat fierce old face was full of worry and sympathy, and he walked slowly behind Mo Junrong.
"Jun Rong, the master has never known about the matter between you and Feng'er, the master is at fault."
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