Chapter 261 Are parents really dead or faking their death?

"Chen Hu, are you done with your work? Let's go back to the village together."

Xiao Fan suppressed the anger in his heart and said.

Originally, he planned to buy some incense candles and some of the things his parents liked to eat at the town's incense and candle shop.

Now that his parents' graves have been dug up, there is no need to buy any more.

Chen Hu nodded: "Brother Xiao, I don't have anything to do. I just went to the town for a casual walk. How about we go back to the village together."

"Brother Xiao, your horse is really good."

Xiao Fan touched the horse's mane: "Xiao Bai, take me and Chen Hu back to the village."

The next second the white dragon colt flew into the air.

Xiao Fan and Chen Hu were both swept up by a force and flew up. Some people nearby showed shock in their eyes. In a small town like theirs, there were very few powerful warriors coming over.

Not to mention a horse flying.

"Ah, ah!"

Chen Hu screamed, but soon he found that it was flying very steadily.

Xiao Fan asked Bai Longju to slow down.

But in just two minutes, they reached the village and reached a low mountain.

"Brother Xiao, you...your horse can actually fly."

Chen Hu only dared to speak with his feet on the ground, and his eyes were full of shock.

In his opinion, those who can fly are all immortals, and he has never seen such a strong person.

"Um."

Xiao Fan nodded.

He walked heavily towards the two graves that had been dug open. Judging from the soil conditions, it only took two or three months for the graves to be opened.

"Brother Xiao, don't be too sad."

"If you do such an immoral thing, the other party will definitely suffer retribution."

Chen Hu comforted him awkwardly.

There was doubt in Xiao Fan's eyes. His consciousness enveloped the two tombs, and he carefully searched for the senses inch by inch.

"No, although the grave was dug, nothing was taken away. The coffin was already empty and there were no bones."

"There is not even any corpse air left in this coffin."

Xiao Fan frowned, what's going on?

There were memories in his eyes. His mother died first, and he and his father buried her. Although he was only three years old that year, he remembered it clearly as a time traveler.

Later, his father died. With the help of some kind-hearted villagers, he buried his father next to his mother.

"System, my parents were obviously buried back then. Why was there no corpse aura in the coffin, not even a trace of corpse aura?"

Xiao Fan asked in his mind.

He now has the cultivation level of Emperor Wu in the early stage, and he still has this ability to judge.

The system said: "Host, you should be able to think of it now that you are the Martial Emperor."

Xiao Fan took a deep breath and calmed down as much as possible.

"There are only two possibilities if there is no corpse energy at all. The first possibility is that a top expert steals the corpse and completely eliminates the corpse energy."

"The second possibility is that the father and mother are not dead."

Xiao Fan thought to himself.

He thought about it carefully and found that the first option was unlikely.

It is possible for a top expert to steal corpses, but if the other party steals corpses, why should all the corpse energy here be removed?

Wouldn't it make him even more angry if he could sense his parents' corpse energy?

"Chen Hu, please go down the mountain and ask Grandpa Zhou to come up."

Xiao Fan turned to Chen Hu and said.

Grandpa Zhou is an elder in their village. He is relatively old and was very kind to him and his parents back then.

"Xiao Bai, please take a good look at your senses. Are there any strong men at the level of Emperor Wu coming to steal the corpses? Or can you sense the corpse energy of my parents?"

Xiao Fan sent a message to Bai Longju.

In the early stage of the White Dragon Colt's demigod, if a strong person steals the corpse and removes the corpse's aura in an unnecessary way, it will definitely find something.

After a while, Bai Longju shook his head.

While it was inspecting, Xiao Fan used his divine eye. He inspected it carefully, but still found nothing.

"A demigod-level expert shouldn't come here to steal corpses."

"The possibility that my parents faked their death should be 80-90%."

Xiao Fan thought to himself.

He sat down and recalled it carefully. If his parents faked their death, then his parents couldn't be ordinary people.

"It's really weird."

Xiao Fan murmured to himself.

Even though he was a time traveler, he didn't notice anything strange back then, but now when he recalls it, some places are a bit strange.

"Xiao Fan, don't think too hard."

Not long after Xiao Fan sat and thought, several people rushed up. The leader was a middle-aged man, Chen Shan, Chen Hu's father.

"Uncle Chen, long time no see."

Xiao Fan stood up and said.

"It's been a long time indeed. The last time I saw you was eight or nine years ago, but Xiaohu said a few years ago that he would come back to pay homage after seeing you."

Chen Shan said with an apologetic look in his eyes.

Xiao Fan was driven out of the village back then. The Huang family was very powerful in the village. When Xiao Fan was driven out, there was nothing they could do.

"Xiao Fan, please leave quickly. The Huang family will probably get the news soon, and they will definitely be rude to you when you come back."

"Your parents' graves were dug some time ago, and someone from the Huang family said the digging was good."

Another middle-aged man sighed.

"Want to leave? Xiao Fan, I told you back then, if you dare to return to the village, I will definitely break your legs."

An arrogant voice sounded.

Several people from the Huang family rushed forward. Their average strength was higher than that of the rest of the village. The guy who spoke had the Yuan Condensation realm.

In Shengjing City, Ning Yuanjing was nothing, but in such a small village, Ningyuanjing was already the most powerful person in the village.

"Brother Yao, there are ready-made graves here, why don't you just kill him and bury his body in the grave."

Another person from the Huang family said viciously.

The Huang family is a bully in their village, but when his parents were there, they didn't seem to be bullied by the Huang family.

This is quite strange to Xiao Fan.

After his parents died, the Huang family tried their best to target him, which is actually strange, because there was not such a big conflict between the Huang family and their family back then.

Xiao Fan estimated that the Huang family might have suffered losses at the hands of his parents in secret.

"Kill and bury?"

"Good idea!"

Huang Yao grinned, and he drew the long sword at his waist, "Xiao Fan, I was merciful not to kill you back then, and you dared to come back."

"Today is your death day."

Xiao Fan looked at Huang Yao indifferently.

The sword in Huang Yao's hand suddenly became uncontrollable, and his sword instantly stabbed at the guy next to him who the Huang family said was going to kill him.

"Puff!"

The sword pierced through the chest and penetrated out from the back.

"Ah!"

The stabbed man screamed.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"No, it's not me, it's not me."

Huang Yao shouted in fear, and he quickly drew out his sword. The next second, the sword in his hand directly slashed across his own neck.

"Run, run quickly."

"Xiao Fan is weird."

The other Huang family members fled in fear.

Chen Shan and the others looked at Xiao Fan in shock. They were not stupid. Huang Yao killed his own people and then committed suicide. It must be Xiao Fan who did it.

"Xiao Fan, what's wrong with you?"

An old man came up the mountain panting.

"Grandpa Zhou, you are much weaker than you were back then. It's my fault. I should have gone down to pick you up."

Xiao Fan looked at the old man who was going up the mountain and said.

The old man waved his hand: "I'm fine. Just take a breath when you go up the mountain. It's not a problem for me to climb such a small mountain eight or ten times a day."

"Hiss——"

The old man saw the bodies of Huang Yao and the others on the ground.

He took a breath.