Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 196 A Horrific Tragedy

After leaving the city, Du Fan activated the Swiftness Talisman and sped off at full speed.

From a rational perspective, his trip was extremely unwise. When a mortal village is attacked by a sea monster, there is absolutely no chance of anyone surviving. Even if he gets there, it will be of no use.

Most importantly, the monsters had just attacked that fishing village and had only retreated a few days ago. The coastal area was far from safe now, and it was quite possible that some monsters still remained.

Du Fan naturally knew all this, but he could not forget the hearty laughter of Uncle Ding when he woke up in the carriage that day, and the words: "It is the responsibility of us doctors to heal the sick and save lives."

There was also Ding Lan's care for him along the way, and after he politely declined her marriage proposal, the girl, while feeling resentful, couldn't help but blush and steal glances at him from time to time...

Thinking of this, Du Fan felt extremely sad. He had to go there. Even if he could only find their bodies and let them rest in peace, that would be enough.

With Du Fan operating at full speed, he arrived near Bingyu Mountain at midnight on the fourth day.

Although they hadn't even stepped into the fishing village yet, the air was already filled with an extremely strong stench of blood, mixed with the fishy smell of the sea. The combination of the two was simply unbearable and made one want to vomit.

Du Fan paused, his breathing becoming rapid, his chest heaving violently. This was the first time he had ever run such a long distance at full speed.

This was already his physical limit. If he were to run for another half a day, even he probably wouldn't be able to keep up.

After calming down for a moment, Du Fan patted his storage bag with one hand, took out the invisible ring, and put it on his left hand. The next moment, his figure gradually faded under the moonlight and finally blended into the night.

Immediately, he frantically activated the Soul Devouring Technique within his body, unleashing his divine sense with all his might, instantly covering a radius of five hundred feet around him. Only then did he take a deep breath and carefully head towards the fishing village where Uncle Ding and his daughter were located.

The sky was filled with a crescent moon, obscured by patches of dark clouds, making the place dimly lit. Coupled with the nauseating, pervasive stench, this tranquil night felt somewhat eerie and terrifying.

Although Du Fan slowed down due to caution, he still entered the fishing village where Uncle Ding lived after a short while.

What came into Du Fan's view were mutilated corpses, endless blood, distant ruins, and a thick, lingering aura of death that permeated the surroundings...

The area is close to the sea, and the air is unusually humid, so the blood flowing on the ground has not yet dried, and it feels sticky when you step on it.

Du Fan had initially held a sliver of hope, but after witnessing the horrific scene before him, his heart sank completely.

He saw a corpse, headless and without limbs, only the chest cavity, hanging from a tree, all the blood drained away...

He also saw a complete corpse, but it was fragmented, with each part of the body seemingly connected only by a single tendon...

At this moment, Du Fan was pale and swaying, his teeth chattering, but he still persevered and walked step by step toward the courtyard where Uncle Ding lived.

What should have been a short distance turned into a difficult journey for Du Fan, as scenes of unimaginable misery flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, Du Fan clenched his fists, his anger mixed with overwhelming hatred for the alien races at sea.

If he had enough power, he would definitely slaughter all those beasts at sea!

After an unknown amount of time, he staggered into Uncle Ding's courtyard, looking like a walking corpse.

But when he saw the mutilated corpse in front of him, his heart, which had become numb, suddenly clenched.

In the pool of blood beside the well lay the mutilated body of a woman, now only her torso above the waist remained. Although most of her head was gone, her clothing still revealed that she was Aunt Ding.

For a fleeting moment, Du Fan struggled to breathe; his last glimmer of hope had been shattered…

Since Aunt Ding is here, it means that Uncle Ding and his family did not escape from here at all.

Du Fan struggled to tear his gaze away from Aunt Ding's mangled corpse, and with a few long strides, he ran into a house.

The house was empty. Du Fan's breathing quickened, and a glimmer of hope immediately flashed in his eyes. He quickly rushed to another house, then a third, then a fourth...

He searched room by room like an ordinary person, having forgotten to use his divine sense to probe, or rather, he dared not...

Du Fan ran around the courtyard, but still couldn't find Uncle Ding or Ding Lan.

"He died without a complete corpse..."

A chill ran down Du Fan's spine, and the thought involuntarily crossed his mind. He could no longer care about anything else at that moment, and his powerful divine sense spread out, instantly covering the entire courtyard.

"Uncle Ding!"

In an instant, Du Fan's pupils contracted sharply, and he flashed into the distance, appearing behind a house.

In front of a pile of broken planks, Du Fan saw Uncle Ding's body. At this moment, Uncle Ding's arm and half of his shoulder were missing...

This was the most intact corpse Du Fan had seen since entering the fishing village.

Du Fan trembled uncontrollably, his lungs felt as if they were stuffed with cotton, and he had completely lost the ability to breathe.

He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, and finally, after a violent cough, he exhaled his first breath since he had been suffocating.

Du Fan opened his mouth wide and took several deep breaths. Suddenly, he took a big step and appeared in front of the pile of wooden planks. He clenched his fist and punched out from a distance.

The next moment, an invisible burst of energy suddenly appeared and struck the wooden board directly.

After the roar, all the wooden planks turned into sawdust, which scattered in all directions with the airflow, revealing a hole about half a meter in size on the ground beneath the planks.

This is a tunnel, and Du Fan has already discovered through his divine sense that Ding Lan is down there.

Although the woman was currently unconscious and lifeless, Du Fan knew that she was still alive.

Du Fan quickly reached the edge of the cave entrance and jumped down without hesitation.

Before long, Du Fan leaped out from the tunnel, holding none other than Ding Lan in his arms.

At this moment, Ding Lan had no breath or heartbeat, no aura, and no vital signs whatsoever. The only thing that remained was the strong herbal scent that enveloped her entire body.

Du Fan's eyes flashed, and he made a judgment in an instant.

Uncle Ding used some kind of medical technique to put Ding Lan into a state of suspended animation and used the aroma of herbs to cover up the life force of her entire body, thus saving her from the calamity of the monster.

Du Fan held Ding Lan, looked at Uncle Ding's corpse on the ground, remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply. With a flick of his sleeve, he put Uncle Ding's corpse into his storage bag.

Immediately afterwards, he went to the well in the courtyard, collected Aunt Ding's body as well, and then left the fishing village without hesitation, speeding towards Bingyu Mountain.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Du Fan arrived at the summit of Bingyu Mountain.

After gently setting Ding Lan down, he used his immense strength to blast a large pit in the ground, then carefully placed the bodies of the two Ding elders into the pit and covered them with soil.

Du Fan patted his storage bag with one hand, and a silver sword instantly appeared in his hand. With a flash, he swung his arm and chopped down a large tree nearby, quickly carving out a long plank.

Next, he sat cross-legged beside Ding Lan, closed his eyes, and focused his spiritual energy outward, waiting quietly.

Du Fan wasn't worried about Ding Lan's health. Even if he did nothing, Ding Lan would wake up before dawn.

What Du Fan was most worried about at this moment was how he should face and comfort Ding Lan after she woke up.

Several hours later, the sky turned red, the sun rose over the sea, and Du Fan suddenly opened his eyes and let out a sigh.

After Ding Lan's eyelids twitched a few times, she suddenly took a breath, sat up abruptly, and gasped for air. At the same time, her heart pounded hard, restoring her heartbeat and promoting the flow of blood and qi in her body.

After a short while, Ding Lan's vital signs returned to normal, and her consciousness gradually returned as well.

Du Fan seemed a little nervous at this moment. He had stood up, looked at the woman, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The confusion in Ding Lan's eyes gradually faded, revealing clarity. She raised her pale, bloodless face, glanced at Du Fan, and her expression was extremely calm, even devoid of emotion, which gave people a sense of dread.

The woman slowly got up, looked around, and finally fixed her gaze on a small mound of earth not far from her.

"Miss Ding, we are now in Bingyu Mountain. Uncle Ding and Aunt Ding are buried here..." Du Fan swallowed hard and said with a forced smile.

"Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Du."

Before Du Fan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an unusually hoarse voice. Although the words were spoken softly, the calmness and indifference in them made Du Fan's heart skip a beat, and he couldn't bring himself to say any words of comfort.

He sighed softly, immediately shut his mouth, and his gaze fell on the woman, his expression extremely complicated.

Ding Lan's thin body swayed slightly, as if she could be blown away by a gentle breeze.

She walked with great difficulty to the mound of earth, squatted down, picked up a wooden plank, bit her finger, and left a line of bloody words on it, which became her tombstone.

Ding Lan held the tombstone, stretched out her pale little hand, and stroked the two names on it again and again with indescribable gentleness. After a long while, she finally placed it in front of the grave.

The woman knelt there, finally bursting into tears and sobbing, then kowtowed repeatedly to the tombstone, once, twice…

After a long while, her forehead was covered in blood and gore. Then, she collapsed and fainted.