Chapter 82 A Lot of Emotions Jiang Yu did not stay where she was. As soon as the girl left, she immediately stood up and looked around the environment. After his head was no longer dizzy, Jiang Yu walked out of the house in the direction the girl left. The weather was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and there was an occasional breeze. It's a nice day, but there's a battlefield down there. After Jiang Yu left the house, he didn't know the exact direction the girl went. He walked aimlessly in the dilapidated village with his head slightly lowered. She took a look at her own attire. She wore a light blue dress with a layer of white gauze over it. It was the fairy-like style that her mother liked. But it's not suitable for where she is now. The slightly long hem of her skirt brushed the ground and was quickly soaked by the blood on the ground, and the red color spread upwards bit by bit along the hem of her skirt. She could hardly find a clean piece of land that was not stained with blood to step on. Jiang Yu walked around the village. Wherever she looked, there were a lot of corpses and blood that looked like it would never dry up. She moved her nose slightly and smelled the strong smell of blood that even the wind couldn't blow away.
There was no living person in the entire village except her. She even wandered around the edge of the village, but still didn't see the evil cultivator who was beaten back out of the village as the girl mentioned. Jiang Yu couldn't find much information and could only walk forward in the direction of the bloodstain. There was a war going on where she was, that was certain. And war is cruel. As the biggest opponent of the evil cultivators, the human race has suffered the most damage as the invaded party. Jiang Yu was walking on a bloodstained dirt road. Every time she walked a certain distance, she would see corpses lying on the roadside or in the middle of the road. She endured the panic that was spreading from the bottom of her heart and looked through several human corpses, but did not find a single survivor. Some were covered in wounds, their faces were no longer visible, and they were still tightly holding a broken sword in their hands; some had set up a formation with their companions before they died, and they held on until the evil cultivator's sword cut their throats, and they fell in the formation. Some died together with the evil demon, with their hands and feet tightly wrapped around the evil demon, and they did not separate until they died. The evil demon's hand pierced his abdomen, and a long sword pierced through their hearts from behind. Jiang Yu's blood-stained hands trembled slightly, and he was horrified to find that the body that died together with the evil demon was just an ordinary person. He was not like the monks who kept their youth early. The wrinkles between his brows showed that he was not young, and he did not have the remaining spiritual power to protect the corpse. The birds and beasts nearby were affected by the evil spirit and spiritual power from the fight and dared not approach, which is why the corpse was barely intact. Jiang Yu had a lot of cultivation, and his spiritual power was constantly circulating to protect her, but he almost lost his balance and was nearly cut on the arm by the sword standing beside him. Her face was pale, as if something had exploded. The emotions that she could not bear suddenly flooded into her mind without giving her time to prepare, causing her to stagger two steps. In a trance, she heard someone sighing in her ear. Jiang Yu couldn't describe the emotions that surged into her mind. She felt sad because of the brutality of the war, and sad because of the deaths of these people. There seemed to be a feeling that kept telling her that things shouldn't be like this. Jiang Yu could not bear this violent, strong emotion. Big tears kept falling from her eyes, forcing her to bend down to relieve the discomfort. It's so uncomfortable. She didn't want to be here anymore. She couldn't stay any longer. Why did she come here? She should have spent her days leisurely with her mother on Mount Xuyun, or at worst, with Wei Xu and Yuan Heng. Jiang Yu's body froze, and after a moment he was still gasping for breath, with a hint of doubt in his eyes as he continued to cry: "Yuan, Heng?" (End of this chapter)