"Demon, demon! Return my mother and father!" A young man's voice was hoarse, his eyes red and full of hatred.
However, the black mist did not seem to care about him. It even bound the young man tightly, allowing him to leave the ground.
It was as if something was strangling his neck, and the young man made a puffing sound.
His eyes widened, and his face slowly lost its color.
His entire family had been killed, including his grandfather, grandmother, parents, and his sister who was a few months old.
The young man was like a trapped beast.
On the verge of death, he seemed to hear footsteps.
But who would be willing to save him at this time? The entire village trembled in fear, not daring to make a single sound.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Jiang huailu's face was cold from the moment the blood appeared. Seeing this scene, his face suddenly sank.
For no reason, he felt a little hostile.
