"Haha, it's been a month, and I've finally come out!"

A man with eroded clothes suddenly appeared in the dense bushes: he was 165 tall and 156 in weight, with a broad body, thick limbs, a huge fist holding a black and red dagger behind his back, short hair, moderate ears, mouth and nose, and a kind of joyful Buddha with coordinated facial features. But he had a dark face, and his eyes were very indifferent and like sharp blades.

The mud road in front of him is small and ugly, but in the eyes of Chen Xiong and Chen Fat Brother, it is the most charming road in this life.

Last month, he camped at the Laotieshan tourist spot in Dalian, but when he accidentally rolled into a rock cave, the familiar scenery around him disappeared. The artificial stone steps are invisible, and even from the top of the hill, there is not a trace of human architecture to be seen.

Fortunately, he smuggled some equipment into the mountain, otherwise I am afraid that two more strong as he would not have been able to get out alive.

"Hey! It's a pity that my three-in-one steel gun opener knife small steel crossbow! "Half a month ago, a tiger was stabbed by him, slashed and slashed, and shot several crossbows, but he didn't shoot it to death. In the end, it lasted for two hours, and the bleeding tiger gave up on him. Yu Tiger also lost a few pieces of flesh on his shoulder and thigh, but fortunately, the Sanhe steel gun stabbed the tiger at the beginning, otherwise he would have become the tiger's ration, but the steel gun was also lost.

Later, he met two wolves, and after cutting down the wolves, the sword and crossbow also fell off.

Looking at the only remaining military dagger in his hand, Chen Xiong smiled with satisfaction: "It's good to have you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to go now!" ”

……

"Yes, he is not dead yet, he deserves to take hell away."

An inexplicably clear voice sounded in his ears, and Chen Xiong panicked and looked around tightly.

"Who is it? Don't hide?" As he spoke, he leaned towards the tree, unable to determine what the situation was, but he chose a more secure approach.

"Hehe, human, don't look for it, I'm in your body. Since you have alarmed me, then these 180 years are up to you. ”

After the inexplicable voice finished speaking, it began to fall asleep, it blinked for ten thousand years, and it was not interested in this little thing at all.

After Chen Xiongleng was stunned for a few minutes, there was already a lot of strange information in his mind.

"My roll actually resonated with the core of hell, and the entrance and exit of this hundred and eighty years of hell are controlled by my hands!"

Now his left hand can open the entrance to Hell, and his right hand can open the exit of Hell. That is to say, as soon as a ghost dies, he must receive it, and as soon as a ghost soul completes his sentence, he must arrange for his release. Very few ghasts that go to hell can be released, and maybe they won't be able to release one in 180 years. But to receive the Evil Spirit, he needs to be close to the Ghast in order to enter Hell.

Chen Xiong looked disappointed and helpless, bullshit goldfinger. "Damn, this is a thankless effort! Receiving ghasts, it's my business, and it's no good to work hard. "In his eyes, there are so many wicked people in this world that they deserve to go to hell. But how is it possible for you to want him to run all over the world alone. He is a human being, not a bird that can fly in the sky.

"Damn, go home and farm. It's impossible to collect the corpse, anyway, it's a big deal to die, not to mention the cost of living, the fare alone can kill me! ”

Chen Xiong had a kind of luck mentality, but fortunately, the machine spirit of the Hell Core did not tell him what the punishment was. He felt that the only benefit of the Gates of Hell was farming, which was best for his poor peasant background.

Hell receives ghasts to punish and destroy the souls of evildoers, and after the souls are worn out, hell naturally produces a large amount of life spirit power and a lot of ghast fragments. Good and evil are all Taos, and good and evil have their own reasons. Even if it is the 10,000-year wear and tear of the eighteenth layer of hell, there will still be a little ghast fragment left. This may be: the truth of the fifty heavens and forty-nine days of the Great Dao, the truth of one of them, the way of heaven is ruthless, the Tao is affectionate, and all souls will eventually be annihilated, but all things also have a glimmer of life......

"Hehe, let's go home and plant a few eucalyptus trees on the hill first. The fat brother smiled and walked south of the path. Eucalyptus is the main economic tree in his hometown, and as long as his hellish vitality is released, the eucalyptus tree will rise and fall like a feed pig. Others cut it at least once every five or six years, but he may not be able to cut it once in a year or half a year.

Step by step, the water is drunk and the sun falls on the mountain.

"Hey, what the hell is this place, there hasn't been a single figure for most of the day. It's not that the Northeast has a large population, I have more of your sister! Dalian is actually even more mountainous than our mountain village! If he hadn't seen the smoke in front of him an hour ago, he would have stopped to find some insects, ants, roots, and wild vegetables to eat. Not to mention insects and grass, if you are hungry, you will eat all the.

"Haha, finally someone! But how is it more broken than our ancestral old mud house! The fat brother was happy with doubts, and the wooden fence was high and the wooden planks of the wooden house. It's all logs, how can an old soil be described.

"I'm going, I'm going to the slums! Dalian is probably not out of poverty yet! The gap between rich and poor is so great! "There are dozens of wooden and grass houses, and there are more than ten or twenty curling smoke, which has explained the economic situation of Dalian!

The more Chen Xiong looked at it, the more complicated it became, but when he thought of being so poor here, would it be easy to please his wife?

"Hehe, stay here for a while." The fat man who is happy has changed his momentum, and there is no trace of fatigue.

Although the clothes are rotten, the powerful steps have long attracted attention.

"Damn, someone found us!"

"A savage look, it should be a tartar, so strong is a tartar! Damn, it's so late, how can there be Tartars coming! ”

As soon as the two villagers inside the wooden gate saw Chen Xiong coming, they ran to the village in a panic.

"Oh no, the Tartars are here."

"The Tartars are coming, run!"

Tartars!

The firewood was scattered all over the place, and the woman who was still lighting the fire immediately hugged the little girl next to her: "Hurry up and run away!" ”

Chickens and dogs jumped, and miserable sounds came......

"Ahh......h

The fat brother standing at the door looked confused: "Shouldn't these villagers all be god-level diseases?" "There were no guns, no guns, they were panicking.

After waiting for a while, the village finally quieted down, but the silence was too much.

"Hey, it's not really going to run away! Could it be a fugitive or an illegal immigrant! Chen Xiong's face darkened, and he was already disappointed with the security of Dalian!

Shaking his head, the fat brother took out the dagger and slowly walked into the village. Regardless of whether anything is dangerous or not, now he just wants to eat meat.

Soon he followed the fireworks and touched the wooden house. However, the food in the pot disappointed him.

"Diaolimu, what are these people eating, either black paste or yellow like!"

Some unfamiliar but deafening official words came, which startled the man on the wooden roof not far away. "Slow, don't shoot arrows."

"What's wrong with the skinny guy?" The second child looked puzzled, although it was dozens of meters away, he dared to guarantee that he could shoot the tartar with an arrow.

A tall and thin young man, about twenty years old, but the vicissitudes of life on his face are like those of a middle-aged man.

"Didn't you hear? The man spoke official dialect, authentic official dialect. The thin guy said excitedly.

The third child frowned: "Thin guy, some Tartars can also speak official language, and there are many traitors who also know official language." ”

"No, the third child, you don't know, he not only speaks Mandarin, but also Lingnan dialect. There will be no traitors among the Han people in Lingnan! "He used to learn calligraphy from a gentleman, and it just so happened that Mr. Xiucai was a Lingnan Han.

Mr. said: "We Lingnan Han people are not as powerful as you in the north, and we don't eat as much as you, but our two Cantonese men are absolutely ruthless." Wolf soldiers know it! It is our Lingnan Han people. Think about it, I carved it, hundreds of thousands of Ming troops in Liaodong, how many people surrendered, but the wolf soldiers did not, and the last batch of Lingnan Han people who came to the north all died one by one. ”