Zhou Yang pursues the jungle principle, if you are unhappy, you will not pee on your pot, if you want to do it, then come, never beat around the bush, and go straight to the point.

And Goatee is obviously a young man who has never seen Zhou Yang's style, but he also has a temper, and he was ridiculed by Zhou Yang again and again, he finally couldn't help the anger in his heart, and suddenly pulled out a dagger from behind. shouted loudly: "If you don't want to die, return the money to me quickly, and besides, tell me the recipe of that water as it is, otherwise... Hum. ”

The goatee said this with a cruel smile, even though he was fierce, Zhou Yang couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and laugh, and said with a mocking face: "You think you can dominate everything with a dagger? Don't you know that if a rabbit enters the belly of a tiger, there is no possibility of spitting it out? Ridiculous thing." ”

Zhou Yang is so condescending, like a tiger at the top of the food chain despising the bed bug wild dog at the bottom. His disdain and contempt deeply hurt the dignity of the goatee, and he gritted his teeth, his head full of hatred for Zhou Yang. Under the domination of this hatred, he couldn't care about anything else, and his right hand squeezed the dagger fiercely, stabbing straight at Zhou Yang's lower abdomen.

The goatee stabbed at him with a dagger, Zhou Yang's body fell backwards violently, and after avoiding this menacing stab in an incredible arc, he then bounced forward with his left foot as the center of gravity, and his right hand was pinched into a seal, swinging a knife like a praying mantis and stabbing at the head of the goatee that was unstable...... Boom!

It looked like it was light and skillful, but the aftermath of the goatee's head reverberated one after another, and his feet trembled violently due to the stagnation of his thinking, and his center of gravity staggered to the ground.

A single blow from the mantis knocked the goatee to the ground, and it couldn't have been easier. This kind of goods is not as good as the hare in the jungle, and the hare can at least consume Zhou Yang's physical strength through tireless running.

After knocking the goatee down, Yang Mo did not stop, but walked to the center of the pavilion, grabbed the glass jar and lifted it over, forcibly broke the goatee's mouth, and kept pouring wine into it. After the few remaining drinks were filled, Zhou Yang simply smashed the glass jar, grabbed the miscellaneous centipede scorpions and stuffed them into his mouth, and smashed them with wooden sticks if he couldn't stuff them.

After about ten minutes, the goatee screamed bitterly and screamed again and again. If it weren't for Zhou Yang's fear of attracting some senseless onlookers, he would have to stuff all this jar of things into the belly of a goatee.

After Zhou Yang let go of his hand, the toxicity had already attacked, and he saw that the goatee was holding his stomach and rolling around at the moment, and he was convulsed all over his body in pain, and he couldn't help but feel pain.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang sneered and said disdainfully: "Do you know what it means to eat the evil fruit of self-inflicted evil? ”

As he spoke, he lifted his leg and walked out with his head held high with the pride of a victor, and the aching goatee hurriedly crawled over and grabbed Zhou Yang's calf, and kept begging for mercy: "Little brother, I know it's wrong, I must repent." Can you give me some water to drink? I'm really dying of pain, I still have an eighty-year-old mother at home, and there are children waiting to be fed below. ”

Goate's nonsense was extremely miserable, but Zhou Yang didn't have any sympathy, he had seen a wolf howl in the jungle that was even more miserable than this, and it was precisely because of his sympathy that he let go of the wolf whose leg was broken by a clip, and later attracted the wolves to besiege him, and he almost didn't die there. From then on, no matter how bad it was in front of him, he would not move the slightest compassion, because he knew that mercy to his enemies was cruelty to himself.

Therefore, Zhou Yang ignored his pleas for mercy, just kicked him to the side, and said coldly: "Self-inflicted, heaven and earth." He walked away quickly.

After walking away, Zhou Yang ordered some money scavenged from the goatee, nearly fifteen hundred, which was enough for him to eat for a month, and now it is only the end of July, which means that this money can only support him to eat for a month, and he will need about half a month to join the company, plus it will take more than a month to pay his salary, that is to say... Still lack of money.

Zhou Yang was not very worried about the dilemma of having no money, he felt that his poison technique was enough to support himself.

After dinner at a roadside shop, I went back to the old house. Back at the old mansion, the sky had just darkened, but Zhou Yang was already yawning a little, he was used to going to bed early and getting up early, sunrise and resting in the jungle. This routine was maintained for five years.

Not long after lying in bed, Zhou Yang's whole body was completely out of breath as if he was a dead man, in fact, he didn't even have a heartbeat. Zhou Yang didn't know why, and his master, the old drunkard, couldn't explain it. What's even more strange is that although Zhou Yang can't breathe and has no heartbeat every time he sleeps, he can feel that something is stirring in his little heart, as if he wants to break the shackles of the little heart, whenever there is the venom of a fierce poison going in, the beat of the little heart will be stronger at night, tonight, it beats stronger than any time before, and there is a faint feeling of breaking the shackles of the little heart, and Zhou Yang even felt a crack.

The long night, the endless collision, by the time the night came, it still failed to break through the cage, but at least there was a glimmer of hope. It seems that yesterday's silver centipede's venom has changed his accumulation in the past five years from quantitative to qualitative.

When the sky was bright, Zhou Yang turned over and got up, and after getting up, he played the poison punch that the old drunkard gave him. This set of poison fists is said to be a peerless kung fu passed down from the master. peerless, Zhou Yang didn't feel it at all, he didn't even feel the so-called qi written in the novel after practicing for five years, let alone any internal strength. But the practicality of this set of punches is still very good, after all, they are all lethal moves. And after practicing for a long time, it is very helpful for muscle control.

Drink!Ha!Drink!Ha!

Zhou Yang didn't know why the old drunkard emphasized that he had to scream loudly when practicing boxing, but the old drunkard just told him that this was the way to practice qi. He didn't think so at first, but after practicing for the third or fourth year, he found that his qi pulse was really much longer, and he could hold his breath in the water for more than ten minutes without moving. And it seems that the strength of the fist is much stronger when shouting ha, so I persevered.

After punching, Zhou Yang only felt refreshed, and at this time, the sun also poked his head out of the sky, and he was a little cute.

Taking advantage of the cool morning, Zhou Yang went out for breakfast after feeding the bloody red scorpion and the silver centipede. When he walked to the mouth of the alley, he bumped into the old man yesterday again, and the old man was very surprised when he saw Zhou Yang come out with a red face, and took Zhou Yang's hand and asked with concern: "Young man, didn't you meet a ghost yesterday?"

Hearing the old man mention this again, Zhou Yang suddenly seemed to understand something, if he didn't guess wrong, the dozen or so people who had died in the past few years should have been poisoned by the silver centipede. The silver centipede regards the house as its territory, and if outsiders enter it, it will definitely attack, and its poison is violent, and it will not leave obvious wounds, plus its venom directly destroys the heart, and the autopsy may not be able to find anything, so over time it has been rumored to be a demon.

Thinking about this, Zhou Yang nodded and said, "Yes, but the ghosts have all been subdued by me." ”

"Surrendered by you?" the old man looked surprised and asked rhetorically, "Could it be that you are still a ghost hunter?"

"Let's just say that. Zhou Yang squeezed a smile, and didn't want to continue chatting with the old man, so he said 'goodbye' and ran to breakfast.

After breakfast, Zhou Yang decided to wander around and find some way to make money. He wandered around all morning, and there were job postings all over the street, but either he didn't like it, or he didn't have enough education.

What can I do about this? Do I have to go back to that house when I run out of money?

Zhou Yang muttered, slightly disappointed.

Just when Zhou Yang felt a little lost, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind his ears, "Robbery, stop him, he snatched my bag!"

When Zhou Yang heard this shout, he subconsciously went to find the robbers, while the people in front of him avoided it for fear of getting into trouble. Seeing this, Zhou Yang couldn't help frowning, and muttered in his heart: Why don't these people even have the courage to fight evil? Doesn't it say that evil cannot prevail over good?

As soon as Zhou Yang's muttering ended, he saw a man in a leather jacket running over with a lady's bag, shouting recklessly as he ran: "Get out, if you don't want to die, get out of here." ”

Arrogant!

Zhou Yang said silently, and rushed forward to meet him. The man in the leather jacket saw Zhou Yang rushing towards him, he was stunned at first, and then thought that Zhou Yang was a plainclothes policeman, and just wanted to change direction and run to the other side, Zhou Yang had already thrown him to the ground with a fish leap, and as soon as he wanted to resist, Zhou Yang hit him in the head with a heavy punch, and fainted on the spot.

Seeing that Zhou Yang had subdued the robbers, the onlookers who had avoided one after another hurriedly gathered around and offered advice one by one: "Yo, nothing happened here, right? Hurry up and call 120." "It's better to call the police first, and let the police come and convict first!" "I think we have to take pictures first, otherwise there will be no evidence." ”“……”。

These people chirped crookedly, and Zhou Yang was really upset by the noise, and couldn't help but sarcastically say loudly: "What did you do before? In hindsight, Zhuge Liang counted you as the most powerful! Seeing the robbers you run away, instead you or your wife were robbed, and no one came forward to stop it, what should you think?"

The onlookers who Zhou Yang said subconsciously closed their mouths, they were really not qualified to point fingers here.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman who was robbed ran over panting, saw the bag thief being caught, and walked over to Zhou Yang and thanked Zhou Yang again and again: "Thank you, thank you, this is my daughter's life-saving money for surgery, fortunately you helped catch him, otherwise my family would be ruined." ”

As the middle-aged woman spoke, she couldn't help but secretly wipe away her tears.

Zhou Yang listened to her words, he couldn't get angry, and kicked the robber on the ground again, even robbing other people's life-saving money, he really deserved a thousand cuts. After kicking twice, Zhou Yang said to the surrounding visitors: "Whoever of you calls the police, this guy must be sent to prison for a few years." ”

"The police have been called. Someone immediately replied.

At this time, the middle-aged woman suddenly looked at Zhou Yang seriously, and then exclaimed, "Young Master, are you the Young Master?"

"Huh?" Zhou Yang couldn't help frowning a little when he heard this familiar title again, and looked carefully at the middle-aged woman with tears on her face, feeling a little familiar, but she couldn't name it.

"Young Master, I'm Aunt Wu. ”

Aunt Wu?

Zhou Yang was reminded by this, and immediately remembered that this was one of the nannies in the family, and Zhou Yang was not very impressed with her, after all, there were too many nannies, but I didn't expect her to remember herself so much.

"Young Master, when did you come back? Why didn't I see you come home? Aunt Wu said very respectfully, and the order of respect and inferiority was very clear. The surrounding spectators were a little surprised: Is this filming? Why is there still someone called the young master in this era?

This is really not filming, in that family, all the order is done in accordance with the rules of ancient times, after all, it is an ancient family with a history of 800 years, how can it show the cultural heritage without some red tape?

Zhou Yang is actually disgusted with the title of eldest young master, but he has been called like this since he was a child, and he is used to it.