In the ancestral hall of Bazhai, the twelve seats on both sides are full, and the old man who is over the age of sixtieth is expressionless, like a statue of Buddha.

Below, Batu and Kazuna were tied up by the five flowers, their eyes still hateful to each other, gritting their teeth as if they were ready to fight again at any time.

"Haven't you reflected on it yet?" On the ancestral hall, which was so quiet that it was panicking, the patriarch looked at the two people in front of him who were still fighting with each other's eyes, and he couldn't help but roar angrily, he would not spare the fratricidal between Garner and Batu.

"Fratricidal cannibalism is one of the ten major clan rules of our Bazhai, according to the law, they must be removed from the ancestral hall except for the seal, and then driven out of Bazhai." An old man sitting on the twelve seats sighed deeply and then said to the patriarch.

"Patriarch, Batu is an elder, but he offended my wife, I am punishing evil and promoting good, and I am defending my own dignity." Garner stared at Batu, and the reason why he had waited until today to show his resentment was because he couldn't bear it.

"You owe me 200,000 yuan, you used your wife's night to pay off the debt, you yourself fascinated her and sent her to my arms, and now I am bullying you in reverse?" Batu, who was kneeling on the side, listened to Garner's accusation and immediately stood up, if he was not tied up at this moment, he would definitely knock his mouth full of teeth with his fist, so that he knew how serious the consequences of distorting the facts were.

"You two bastards, you still have the face to rip off here, and you still have the face to talk about these dirty things here, do you still have the face?" The patriarch could no longer sit still, and the white beard under his mouth began to shake with his excitement, and when the dragon head cane in his hand stomped twice, Garner and Batu immediately stopped talking, and they remembered that the two of them were actually a loss.

When the patriarch was about to speak again, there was a crisp silver bell from outside the ancestral hall, and with the sound of that sound, the silver bell appeared at the gate of the ancestral hall with Bala, and when the two of them stood in the middle of the ancestral hall, the old man in the twelve seats immediately stood up.

Bala's appearance once again attracted everyone's attention, just like when he returned from graduation twenty years ago, the same place, the same people, still twelve seats, the only difference is that the owner who stood by his side twenty years ago is his own daughter.

The sun shining from the west on Bara's body like the light of a Buddha began to quiet Ghana and Batu, and it was at this moment that they suddenly realized that they had done something wrong, and that this thing would completely destroy everything they had worked so hard for.

The patriarch's two eyes narrowed into a line under the two white eyebrows, and his calm expression made it impossible to see his joy and anger at all, let alone what he was thinking, and when he took two steps forward, his mouth opened slightly, and when he sent the word "Bala" out with his slightly trembling vocal cords, he could no longer speak.

Looking inside, the silver bell standing at the door took a deep breath, and when she and Bara looked at each other for a moment and was about to step inside, Bara immediately said, "Forget it, it's been twenty years." ”

"Abba, you really don't want to pursue it." Silver Bell retracted her steps, and she looked at Barra with a question in her eyes.

"This is an opportunity, if you miss it, you will think about overturning the case in the future." Luo Zhaoyang leaned against the wall at the door, and the villagers who were supporting him left and right beside him looked worried.

"Abba, in fact, I think he is right, even if you are for yourself, not for me, you should also restore Grandma's reputation, so that Grandma's spirit in heaven can rest in peace?" Yinling turned her head to look at Luo Zhaoyang, at this moment, Luo Zhaoyang's face that looked like it had just come out of the dirt made Yinling want to laugh a little, but in the face of the serious atmosphere in the ancestral hall, she still held back.

Yinling's words pierced Bala's heart like a needle, Ming Media was marrying Yu Yan in, that was his promise to her, but with her departure, the passage of time, all this made him buried deep in his heart, looking at his daughter's eyes, he seemed to see Yu Yan's expectation again.

And when Bala was thinking about stepping into this place that he hadn't set foot in for a long time, a voice came from the ancestral hall: "Bala, you are no longer from our Bazhai, and you are not qualified to step into the ancestral hall of Bazhai again." ”

The twelve elders rounded the patriarch and stood on the high steps, his powerful voice to stop Bara.

"Bara, why are you here, shouldn't I be locked up in the dark room?" Batu said, turning his gaze to the twelve seats, for only the approval of the seats could be released.

"Didn't you say that he wasn't from Bazhai? So what qualifications do you have to keep him in the dark room? He has nothing to do with your Bazhai anymore. Luo Zhaoyang poked his head out along the wall, and he gave the best answer to Batu's question.

Luo Zhaoyang's reply gave the patriarch a big slap, because he was the one who ordered Bala to be locked up, and for the black house, it was their own way of dealing with it, since Bala was no longer from their Bazhai, naturally he should not be locked up in the black house.

"Who are you?" Looking at Luo Zhaoyang at the entrance of the station, the elder of the twelve seats asked puzzledly, he was full of curiosity about the stranger in front of him, after all, Bazhai was still closed until now, and outsiders could not enter.

"You don't even know me, and I don't know how you were cured." Luo Zhaoyang smiled bitterly, although he didn't want everyone to thank him by contributing his ancestral secret recipe, but looking at the elder's tired face and not very good spirits, he knew that the elder should have just recovered from his illness.

"Presumptuous, on top of my ancestral hall in Bazhai, you will answer your questions."

"Why do you have to answer me?" Looking at the elder's angry appearance, Luo Zhaoyang responded coldly.

"What's here, our people in Bazhai have the final say." The elder pointed to the many spiritual seats placed on the ancestral hall above, and said confidently.

"Not necessarily, right? At least now I've answered your question. As soon as Luo Zhaoyang's words were finished, the two villagers who were originally standing beside him immediately laughed.

The ancestral hall is a solemn place, not to mention a joke, even the slightest disrespect is to be scolded by the patriarchs and elders, now listening to Luo Zhaoyang dare to make jokes about the elders, the two villagers couldn't help laughing, but as soon as the smile appeared on their faces, the elders' faces suddenly darkened, making the two villagers immediately flash out, afraid that their gaffes would cause trouble.

"Bold," the elder pulled the word bold long and loudly, as if this was the only way to hide his anger.

"I don't have the guts, I won't be here, you old fools, you can't tell the difference between the good guy and the bad guy, you are still here to point fingers, you really think you are who you are, tell you, if Bala has been trying to help you find the formula, even if you don't die in this plague, you will be killed by these two scum sooner or later." Luo Zhaoyang stepped forward and was in front of Bala, although the life and death of Bazhai had nothing to do with him, but thinking that a good person like Bala would also suffer such grievances, he was upset for Bala at the moment.

"Shut up for me, come on, tie him up for me." The elders began to get excited, for decades, and even hundreds of years, except for the fact that Bara made a big fuss in the ancestral hall twenty years ago, no one had ever dared to question them like this, at this moment they felt that Luo Zhaoyang was challenging their power, and they also wanted to make Luo Zhaoyang think that the result of challenging their power was wrong.

As soon as the elder's words fell, dozens of them began to pour in from the side of the ancestral hall, and the eight-pack abs on their bodies already made people feel the existence of strength, but for Luo Zhaoyang, they were just a group of muscular, simple-minded, and wooden people at the mercy of others.

"Patriarch, the death of the owner is clear to you now, he is only a foreigner, and he has saved our Bazhai meritorious, can't you open the net?" Seeing these people walking towards Luo Zhaoyang, they took the first step forward and blocked in front of Luo Zhaoyang again.

He didn't help Luo Zhaoyang block it in the morning, it was he who was weak, but this time he was different, he wouldn't let the patriarch hurt Luo Zhaoyang's hair no matter what.

"Don't tell him so much, tie people up for me." The elder ignored Bara's plea, looked at those who had stopped in front of Barrah, and gave another order.

"Wait a minute." Just when the muscular men were about to bypass Bala to catch Luo Zhaoyang, the patriarch who had been silent spoke, and when he flicked his white beard twice, the patriarch slowly moved two steps forward, stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall and continued: "Bala, I know that you have let go of the matter of twenty years, and I also know that you don't blame me, this, you let me see your generosity, and the reason why I locked you up in the dark room this morning is not because I want you, I don't want you to get involved in the fight between the two of them." , it can be regarded as a compensation I give you, but you don't have to make an inch, don't think that you have a credit for treating the villagers, you can do whatever you want, and do whatever you want. ”

"Patriarch, do we have to thank you for that?" Luo Zhaoyang took a step forward, stood side by side with Bala, and looked at the patriarch coldly, originally he was looking forward to coming here to find justice, but now it seems that this is just his wishful thinking, there is no standard for merit and demerits here, all the good and bad depend on the mood and opinions of the patriarch and elders, and everything else is not important.