Cultivating Immortals in Two Worlds: From Qing Fu to Primordial Chaos

Chapter 20: Killing the soul
"Ayuan is lost!"

Yang Huai was frowning at this time, with a cold look in his eyes.

Inside the room, Yang Huan stood in front of the family in a daze.

"How did it get lost? Wasn't Yuan playing with you outside?"

Yang Dayuan questioned harshly, veins popping out on his dark face and his eyes looking almost cannibalistic.

Upon hearing this, Yang Huan's face turned pale and he lowered his head.

"We were playing by the stream. Heitou wanted to pick green willow tea, so we all went together. Ayuan also went, but we met Yang Yu and the others halfway. They went to the river..."

Green willow tea refers to the young leaves of Green Willow. After being picked, these young leaves can be dried and sold, and their value is not low.

Therefore, during the busy farming season, women and children in the village like to go up the mountain to pick green willow leaves to supplement the family income.

Yang Huan often follows his fellow villagers to pick tea in the mountains. This is one of the few opportunities for them to earn extra money.

Yang Huai had done the same thing when he was a child, so it was understandable.

"and then?"

"Yang Yu and the others just came back, but they said they didn't see Ah Mei. I looked for her a few times, but didn't see her, so..."

Yang Huan looked a little aggrieved.

Yang Dayuan was furious.

"You bastard! I'm going to beat you to death! You knew that Yang Yu's family and ours don't get along, but you still dared to keep A Yuan!"

He immediately picked up the wooden stick next to him and was about to hit Yang Huan hard.

Yang's mother was also gritting her teeth, feeling a little disappointed with her child.

Beside him, Yang Huai frowned. Yang Yu was the granddaughter of the head of the village. It was inevitable that the child would be influenced by the likes and dislikes of her family. But if the other party really dared to target his sister and laid hands on a little girl of seven or eight years old, he would never let the other party go.

At this moment, a gentle voice was heard, and everyone's expression changed immediately.

"Ayuan is back!"

Following Yuan Xiuxiu's voice, everyone's eyes penetrated the ridge of the field in front of the door, and saw a small figure in a flowery jacket coming back from a distance, wiping tears with her hands as she came back, crying very sadly.

"Ah Yuan!"

Seeing the little girl, everyone rushed to greet her, and Yang Huai was relieved, as it seemed to be a false alarm.

As people came forward, the atmosphere gradually eased.

"Ayuan, where on earth have you gone? Why can't I find you?"

Seeing everyone surrounding the little girl and asking about her well-being, Yang Huan looked depressed. He almost got beaten up just now, but no one comforted him.

"They lied to me and said you went to the hillside behind the mountain to pick mulberry leaves!"

There was a hint of gloom on Yang Yuan's small face.

"Great! I was wondering why I couldn't find you. It turns out you ran to the mulberry forest in the back mountain! And Yang Yu and the others dared to lie to me. I must beat them to death!"

Yang Huan waved his hands, looking angry.

Although he said this, he did not move at all, because Yang Yu had seven or eight brothers, many of whom were tall and well-nourished than the others, so he could not defeat them at all.

But Yang Yuan sounded unhappy for a while, and then said.

"But I saw Sister Liu Wu in the mountains!"

Mother Yang straightened her clothes and asked casually.

"What happened to your sister Liu Wu?"

"I saw her and the peddler walking towards the mountain!"

"what?"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. Yang Huai also frowned.

Liu Jingjing's wedding is in these two days, how dare she go into the woods with a stranger?
If this gets out, will your reputation be ruined? Do you still want to get married?
Yang Huai asked immediately. "Are you the only one who saw it?"

Yang Yuan nodded.

“I’m the only one in the mountains!”

Yang Dayuan frowned at this time.

"Could it be that Jingjing was bewitched by that peddler and was tricked by him?"

It is said among the people that low-class people like peddlers will use some methods to deceive people, such as using drugs or sorcery to deceive people, and kidnap decent women or young girls to sell them to human traffickers.

Yang Huai was also aware of this. With a slightly frowned brow, he asked Yang Yuan for the direction and then strode out to chase after him.

The Yang family should have immediately informed the head of the village and organized the able-bodied men in the village to search the mountain. However, since Liu Jingjing's reputation was involved, it was not a good idea to make a big fuss, otherwise the benefactor might become an enemy.

But he absolutely could not sit idly by and watch his friend being kidnapped.

Therefore, he had to go up the mountain by himself, and asked Yang Dayuan to notify the four brothers of the Liu family to bring people up.

"Yang Huai, you have to be careful! That black-hearted peddler may not be someone you can easily mess with!"

Yang Dayuan was a little worried and reminded them, but he could only rush to the Liu family as soon as possible to call for help.

Behind him, Yuan Xiuxiu was not worried at all. Yang Huai had mastered the Zhoutian mental method and had no problem handling such a small situation.

At noon, it was still a little dark in the depths of the forest. The tall trees blocked the sun above, making the forest look a little dark and damp.

At this time, two figures were walking one after the other towards the depths of the forest, one step deep and one step shallow. The man in front was wearing a flowery hat, had a slicked-back hair and powdered face, and was carrying a load of goods. It was the peddler, and he was complaining a little at this moment.

"It's my bad luck that I only got an ordinary girl like you, but you have a big butt and a tall body, so you should be able to give birth easily. Brother just happens to like strong girls like you!"

"It's a pity for that little woman. She is so seductive. When my brothers come back, I will definitely rob this place!"

At the end, there was some viciousness in his eyes.

Behind him, Liu Jingjing had a numb face and followed him like a zombie, just moving forward. Her clothes were disheveled at this time, and she remained indifferent even though her skin was scratched by thorns and bleeding.

At this moment, the peddler suddenly stopped, his ears slightly pricked up, and he looked behind him suspiciously. His extremely sensitive hearing detected some faint movements behind him, and even the sound of grass and trees being disturbed.

Suddenly his expression changed, and his figure jumped away from the spot as nimbly as a rabbit, and came to a big tree in a flash like a dragon. Not far away, a figure came quickly, and the sound of breaking through the air even carried a wisp of hot wind.

That figure was none other than Yang Huai.

He jumped out from behind a tree to launch a sneak attack, but he didn't expect that the opponent would easily avoid his swift pounce.

"A trainer?"

He frowned immediately.

"It's you!"

The peddler also recognized Yang Huai at this time, but there was a hint of hidden fear in the depths of his eyes.

At this moment, Yang Huai revealed an earth-shaking aura and blood, and he realized that the person in front of him was so terrifying. In his spiritual perception, he was like a giant bear or a giant tiger, which almost made him tremble with fear.

But although the opponent's pounce just now was extremely fast, it seemed to be disorganized.

"Could it be that he is a novice, but he was just lucky enough to have developed a strong body of Qi and blood? If that's the case..."

He calmed himself down a little, and a hint of ferocity flashed in the depths of his eyes. If this was the case, he might not be able to deal with the other party.

At this moment, Yang Huai's eyes fell on Liu Jingjing, who was standing next to him in disheveled clothes. Seeing this companion suffer such a misfortune, an invisible malice burst out from deep in his heart.

This evil thought still surged up in his mind, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration. The soul carving knife deep in his sea of ​​consciousness took shape in an instant, and two faint white lights shot out from the depths of his eyes and instantly locked onto the peddler. In just a moment, the peddler's face suddenly turned pale, and in an instant he held his head and let out a scream that was not like a human howl.

Yang Huai saw the opportunity and immediately rushed forward, punching the peddler like raindrops.

(End of this chapter)