The night is so quiet that it makes people panic.

Jing Wenting gave Zhao Xingwu good medicine, went to the kitchen to bring out the prepared meal, and said in a low voice: "Lao Chu, we must dispose of those three people, otherwise how will the two children go to school in the future?"

Chu Xiaodao usually spoke loudly, but with the arrival of the night, he also put away his loud voice, glanced at Jing Wenting, lowered his head and whispered, "I'm afraid this matter is not so simple." ”

Jing Wenting put down his chopsticks and stared at Chu Xiaodao: "What do you mean?"

Under Jing Wenting's burning gaze, Chu Xiaodao didn't want to say it but had to say: "It may have something to do with Zhao Guohong." ”

Zhao Guohong has not coveted Jingwenting for a day or two, and secretly has not used a lot of means, and it is possible to instruct the gang of gangsters under him to deliberately make things difficult for the two children.

Chu Xiaodao continued: "Everyone is here to live, and robbing people is also to live, who is in the mood to bully two children? Zhao Jiagou is not easy to bully, especially he, Zhao Guohong, has long been famous, without his instructions, ordinary cats and dogs dare to mess around?"

Zhao Fei listened to Chu Xiaodao's analysis and looked at him in surprise.

After more than ten years, I didn't expect that reckless man to think so much.

Jing Wenting frowned anxiously: "But they can't help but go to school, finally there is a bloodline martial artist who is willing to come to the suburbs to be a teacher, what a good opportunity is this?"

The Bloodline Warrior is the main combat force against youkai.

Although humans can't evolve incredible abilities like other animals, Athena Base has developed a cultivation method that actively evolves, using the mysterious power contained in the monster's body to stimulate the bloodline talent and become a powerful bloodline warrior.

This is the hope of mankind, and it is also the hope of everyone, usually only in urban areas there are bloodline martial artists to teach, like Zhaojiagou Primary School, not to mention bloodline martial artists, even the cultural class teacher does not want to come.

Now in this world, big fists are the last word, bigwigs from all walks of life are basically bloodline warriors, not that only bloodline warriors can make money, but you make money, if there is no corresponding power, it is a hot potato in your hand, maybe you will be killed by someone when you will be killed, and in the end it is not cheap others.

The bloodline martial artist taught, how rare this is Chu Xiaodao also knows.

He sighed and said irritably, "I'll figure out a way tomorrow and eat first." ”

After a few people finished eating worriedly, Jing Wenting brought a basin of water to help Zhao Fei and the others wash their clothes, their brows kept furrowing, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Zhao Fei was distressed and was about to say a few words of comfort when a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Knock knock. ”

The sound was very loud, like someone smashing the door panel with a hammer, and the three deadbolts made of steel plates shook so loudly that they "clanged".

Jing Wenting was still holding the clothes in the basin in his hand, but he didn't dare to move at all, for fear of making a little noise, and looked up at the door in horror, as if he could see something outside through the door panel.

Chu Xiaodao's heart jumped suddenly, and he hurriedly put his finger to his mouth, puffing out his eyes to signal Zhao Fei and Jing Wenting to be quiet.

Zhao Fei was not used to this era, and wanted to speak reflexively, but Chu Xiaodao covered his mouth, gritted his teeth and glared at him viciously.

Zhao Fei was driven by the strange atmosphere, his hair rose unconsciously, thinking of the current environment, and he had a guess in his heart - it was not a person who knocked on the door outside the house!

People huddle in the house at night, lighting the demon incense and stealing their lives, and they don't dare to speak too loudly, who will run around without anything? Even if there are occasional exceptions, they should knock on the door secretly, and never dare to slap on the door panel unscrupulously.

"Bang bang!"

The knock was louder, and there was a screeching sound, somewhat like that of a summer cricket, but sharper and softer, and could only be heard on a quiet night.

The first time Zhao Fei encountered this kind of thing, cold sweat was pouring on his head, and he didn't dare to make noise anymore.

Seeing that he seemed to understand, Chu Xiaodao gradually let go of his hand, put his finger to his mouth again, signaled him not to make a sound, then extinguished the oil lamp, picked up the demon incense, and tiptoed behind the door.

Jing Wenting also put down his clothes, waved at Zhao Fei and Zhao Xingwu, asked the two of them to stay away from the door, and then took a sharpened steel bar, and stood behind the door with Chu Xiaodao.

Don't look at the appearance of this steel bar, if you stab it in one go, the lethality is definitely more perverted than Zhao Xingwu's watermelon knife, but it is still much inferior to the thick-backed machete that Chu Xiaodao is holding tightly.

After all, the machete is not cheap, and there is only this one at home, which Chu Xiaodao bought at a great price, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like sharpening iron like clay.

Zhao Fei was not idle, snatched Zhao Xingwu's watermelon knife in his hand, and couldn't help but block in front of her.

Zhao Xingwu wanted to fight, but was stopped by Zhao Fei by the neck, and his eyes were just like Chu Xiaodao glaring at him just now.

Time seemed to stand still, and a few people remained motionless, and just like that, ten minutes passed.

The knock on the door did not sound again, and it was reasonable that the things outside the house should have left, but several people did not dare to relax at all.

Half an hour later, the mournful cries pierced the night sky, and the cries for help echoed in the village for a long time.

The tense nerves of Zhao Fei and the others finally relaxed, but there was a kind of desolation of the dead rabbit and the fox.

Chu Xiaodao leaned against the wall tiredly, and said to himself: "Listening to the voice, it seems to be Sister-in-law Lin's house." ”

In the past ten years, the composition of Zhaojiagou has been changing, many people have fled here, and many people have gone out.

Zhao Fei didn't know Sister-in-law Lin in Chu Xiaodao's mouth, and while he was happy, he also had a sense of crisis.

He didn't plan to go out to save people, at most he mourned for Sister-in-law Lin's family for two seconds.

He thinks more about how to protect his family the next time a monster breaks into the door.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Zhao Xingwu snatched back the watermelon knife and was about to open the door.

Before Zhao Fei could stop him, Jing Wenting lowered his voice and shouted, "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Xingwu said anxiously: "Of course it's to save people!"

She begged: "Mom, there are so many of us in Zhaojiagou, as long as we join forces, it is not a problem to clean up ordinary demons." ”

Chu Xiaodao blocked behind the door, holding the machete in both hands, and persuaded bitterly: "Xingwu, I know that you are a child with a sense of justice, but in this world, we just don't hurt others, and we really can't control it so much." ”

Jing Wenting echoed: "How do you know it's a little demon, do you see it? If it's a murderous big demon, we have to go out and be buried together! It's nothing if I'm dead, you're still young, you really have three long and two short, how can I explain to your father?"

Chu Xiaodao chick nodded like pecking rice: "Your mother is right, you must not go out." ”

Zhao Guohong swore that he wanted to protect the villagers, didn't he also make a turtle with a shrunken head?

Night is different from daytime, and no one dares to go out to help easily until the level of the youkai is determined.

It's a matter of life and death, and few people are willing to be heroes.

Zhao Xingwu glanced at Zhao Fei twice, the expression on his face was covered by darkness, but his tone was very resolute.

"Today, I watched Chu Hao almost be killed, and I was thinking in my heart, how will I die? The teacher taught us a sentence, death is heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. I don't want anything heavier than Tarzan, but I don't want to die that badly. I must have died in a dignified battle, which is the ideal destination of our time. ”

Zhao Xingwu was born in troubled times, and there is a big gap between his worldview and his elders.

She had seen too much death since she was a child, and she had become accustomed to it.

Jing Wenting and they were thinking about how to live, while Zhao Xingwu was thinking about how to die.

"Only by dying in battle can life be disappointed. Zhao Xingwu puffed up his chest and said with a clear conscience: "Mom, you don't have to explain anything to my father." He walked in style, if it weren't for Uncle Chu, we wouldn't be alive today. ”

Jing Wenting said sharply: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhao Xingwu didn't argue with Jing Wenting, but there must be a complaint in his heart.

In the black hole room, the atmosphere was a little heavy, but the most heart-wrenching experience was Zhao Fei.

He was even afraid that his identity would be recognized, and Zhao Xingwu would ask him, as a husband and father, what had he done, and where had he been all these years?

Zhao Fei took a breath and was anxious to do something to make up for the debt to his wife and daughter.

"Why don't I go out and have a look, if it's an ordinary little demon ......"

"What are you making all the fun about?" Chu Xiaodao puffed out his eyes and interrupted Zhao Fei angrily: "Stay for Lao Tzu!"

After he finished speaking, he touched his head irritably, and then went to the deadbolt.

Jing Wenting said worriedly: "Are you going out? ”

Chu Xiaodao paused for a moment and said with emotion: "Although it is better to die than to live, Star Dance's words seem to make sense." It was Sister-in-law Lin and them who suffered today, and tomorrow it may be our turn, sooner or later. ”

Jing Wenting didn't know what to say, he was silent for a while, and sighed: "You be careful." ”

Chu Xiaodao smiled shyly, took a deep breath, and lowered the last bolt: "After I go out, close the door." ”