Burial of Heaven: I am the Emperor, breaking the taboo and returning to the heavens

"Stop, Changqing, what are you doing? He is your second uncle."

"Yes, yes, Changqing, don't be impulsive. Listen to our explanation."

"Changqing, Second Uncle is wrong, please let Second Uncle go, cough cough!"

Mu Changqing's eyes became colder and colder, and he felt more and more disgusted when he saw the anxious faces of several people.

He understood that he could not be soft-hearted now and had to leave as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if Tang Si comes, he will have no way to survive and will surely die.

"Give me the antidote, quickly!"

As he spoke, Mu Changqing twisted off his second uncle's five fingers, causing him to scream in pain.

He was running out of time and had to leave this place as quickly as possible.

"Quick, give him the antidote, Changqing, don't be impulsive."

The old village chief was anxious and hurriedly asked someone to bring a bowl of light yellow medicinal soup.

Mu Changqing gestured to the man to put it on the bedside, and warily told several people to leave.

He grabbed his second uncle's neck with one hand and put the herbal soup to his nose and sniffed it. As a child who grew up in the village, he could easily identify it.

After making sure there was no problem, Mu Changqing drank it in one gulp.

After feeling that his body had recovered some strength, he hurriedly circulated his spiritual power and took out a few healing pills from his storage bag and swallowed them.

"Chang... Changqing, this matter has nothing to do with me. It was all forced by the villagers. Gou Dan'er once had someone inform the village chief that if they found your trace, they would stop you no matter what means. He also promised to let the villagers move away from here and go to the foot of the Dayu Immortal Sect Mountain, where there are immortals to protect them."

The second uncle hurriedly explained, his tone pleading.

Mu Changqing is not a fool, so how could he believe it easily?

Even though the person in front of him was once the elder he respected the most.

Feeling the weakness in his body quickly fade away, Mu Changqing regained some strength.

With red eyes, he looked at his second uncle and said coldly.

"Go away, I will never trust you again."

Mu Changqing was extremely angry and growled angrily.

But he was not blinded by anger.

Now, he must leave as soon as possible, otherwise Tang Si will arrive and he will have no way to survive.

He took my second uncle hostage and came out of the door.

At this moment, nearly a hundred people of all ages in the village, armed with weapons such as hoes, sickles, sticks, knives, etc., surrounded the dilapidated courtyard.

Mu Changqing showed a sad and bitter smile as he looked at the once familiar face.

At this moment, everyone was full of malicious intent, which made him feel particularly disgusted.

“Get out of the way!”

A faint spiritual energy flowed through Mu Changqing's palms, and he growled viciously with murderous intent.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and muffled thunder was rumbling.

The spring rain fell continuously, wetting the earth.

The heavy rain hit Mu Changqing's face, making his vision gradually blurred.

His face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

"We can't let him leave, otherwise I won't be able to explain to Goudan."

"Yes, for the future of the village, we must not give in."

"Goudaner promised that as long as Mu Changqing is captured, he will let me enter the Dayu Immortal Sect."

"Don't worry, he's alone and seriously injured, he can't do anything to us."

"Changqing, for the future of the village, let your uncle go."

"You are such an unfilial person. When you were a child, your parents were eaten by a monster. You were raised by the villagers and your second uncle watched you grow up. Do you want to repay kindness with hatred?"

…

The harsh sound reached Mu Changqing's ears, making him feel that these familiar faces were particularly strange.

“Hehehe!”

Mu Changqing smiled bitterly in a low voice, which then turned into a sad and helpless smile.

He couldn't tell whether the kindness shown to him by these familiar people was real or fake.

He couldn't tell whether there was true love in this world.

"Is it just for the benefits Tang Si promised? How sad!"

Mu Changqing slowly raised his head and let the heavy rain fall on his pale face.

The force of his right hand became stronger and stronger, and my second uncle's face became paler and paler, and he was even struggling frantically.

However, facing a monk, a mere mortal would have no power to resist.

"Asshole, what do you want to do? Let go of your uncle."

A fierce woman wielding a sharp sickle rushed towards Mu Changqing.

Mu Changqing looked at his second aunt who had once been kind and loving to him, and allowed her to approach him.

puff!

The sharp sickle left a bloody cut on Mu Changqing's left arm.

Mu Changqing had a sad face. He looked at his second aunt with a ferocious face and smiled.

"Why?"

"You are an ungrateful bastard. Can't you just wait for Goudan to take you away for the sake of the village? Why are you resisting?"

At this moment, Second Aunt was like a devil from hell, completely lacking the elegance of a middle-aged woman.

She pulled out the sickle viciously, and scarlet blood flew backwards, staining Mu Changqing's robe and the ground red along with the rain.

She swung the sickle again, ready to chop at Mu Changqing's neck.

puff!

This time, Mu Changqing did not sit still and wait for death.

The sad face gradually became cold.

He has been in the Dayu Immortal Sect for ten years and has seen all kinds of vicissitudes of life. How could he be an indecisive person?

But he still has concerns, a ray of gentle light in his heart.

That is the village and Gou'er.

Unfortunately, people always have to return to reality.

When a bloody hand came out from the woman's chest, there was only dead silence around except for the wind and rain.

"Forget it, it's time to return to reality. Just go with peace of mind, Tang Si. I will send him to reunite with you sooner or later."

puff!

Mu Changqing withdrew his left hand which was stained with blood, and let his pupils shrink rapidly. Second Aunt fell down slowly with a look of disbelief on her face.

Snap!

Mu Changqing used his right hand to strangle his second uncle's neck and threw him aside.

At this moment, Mu Changqing lowered his head, his black hair covering his scarlet eyes, and a sneer came from his mouth that sounded like it came from hell.

"He...he killed my second uncle and second aunt."

"Kill him. We have more people than you and two fists cannot defeat four hands. We cannot let him get away."

Someone roared, and nearly a hundred people armed with various farm tools and weapons rushed towards Mu Changqing.

Mu Changqing raised his head and looked at these crazy mortals who were blinded by interests.

"You guys really don't understand the difference between cultivators and mortals. Even if I'm only at the Fifth Palace Realm, it's easy for me to deal with you guys."

With a whisper, Mu Changqing took out a low-level spiritual sword from his storage bag.

In an instant, blood-red plum blossoms bloomed in the heavy rain.

Every time Mu Changqing swung his sword, a figure fell down.

He was very fast, moving through the crowd and slaughtering those familiar faces, his only relatives in the world.

Miserable howls were heard everywhere, and they began to get scared, beg for mercy, and run away.

Mu Changqing had an indifferent expression. Even if some respected elders knelt down and begged for mercy, he would kill them with his sword.

Half an hour later, Mu Changqing was exhausted and half-kneeling in the blood.

Behind him were corpses.

This was the first time he killed someone, and the person he killed was his only relative in the world.

Compared with the physical pain, the heartache like a knife stabbing in his heart made him feel more uncomfortable.

"It turns out that this world is very realistic and cruel. I, Mu Changqing, will never be betrayed again, never, because... I will never trust anyone again."

Mu Changqing endured the fatigue of his overdrawn body, dragged his blood-stained sword, and walked away step by step.