"I don't understand people's words, do they, they all said that we were just passing by, and you didn't do it if you had to come here to deliberately eavesdrop on the mystery of your clan, and besides, we didn't know what kind of secret you had.

And we are not your prisoners, you want to detain us has no way, if any of you dare to come forward and try it, Lao Tzu will be the first to kill him. "Zimeng was already disliked.

Now seeing that the middle-aged man still looks condescending, he can no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and he also draws his own Wuji stick with his backhand, and also changes the head of the gun hidden in the stick, looking like whoever comes up will fight with whom.

"Hmph, toast if you don't eat and drink, give it to me." The middle-aged man thinks very highly of himself, and seeing Zimeng's attitude, he gave an order without thinking.

A group of people with scythes, after hearing the middle-aged man's order, began to approach Zhou Fan and the others little by little, "Which of you dares to come up and try it first." ”

"Smack, smack..

Zhou Fan saw that the situation was out of control, so he no longer lowered his breath, and yelled at the people in front of him, and Tianyou also seized the opportunity to fire two shots into the sky, and the crisp gunshots resounded in the air in an instant.

A group of ancient people who were still close to Zhou Fan also stopped, Zhou Fan saw those people stop, and he was secretly relieved, obviously the pistol played a deterrent role, and those people also knew the pistol.

When the middle-aged man saw the pistol in Tianyou's hand, his face changed even more, and after saying a few words in a dialect that Zhou Fan and the others couldn't understand, he walked towards a wooden house behind him.

I saw that the ancient people with sickles dispersed, and gradually those people no longer surrounded Zhou Fan, and then Zhou Fan saw that the middle-aged man had walked out of the wooden house behind him.

But he was following behind an old man, the old man was full of white hair, holding a cane, and walked towards Zhou Fan and the others step by step, the old man walked all the way, the people on both sides kept getting out of the way, and from time to time he greeted the old man in some dialects that Zhou Fan and the others did not understand.

"Outsiders, why do you trespass on my village......."The old man stopped in the middle of his words, staring at Zhou Fan, it should be said that he was staring at the ancient sword in Zhou Fan's hand, "Young man, do you know the ancient heavenly master?" ”

The old man's question confused Zhou Fan, and everyone didn't know how to answer, and when the old man saw Zhou Fan's group full of doubts, he knew that his interrogation method was wrong, and after a pause, he said: "Young man, can you tell me, how did this ancient sword in your hand come from?" ”

"I see." When Zhou Fan saw the old man asking again, he immediately reacted, took two steps forward, came to the old man and said, "This ancient sword was given to me by my uncle, do you know my uncle?" ”

Zhou Fan saw the old man ask twice, and knew that the old man cared about Gu Jian very much, plus the old man asked a few of them before, if he knew Gu Tianshi, that kind of respectful look, he knew that the old man knew Gu Tianhan.

And I have also seen this ancient sword in his hand, you must know that this sword has always been in Gu Tianhan's hands before, and it was not until he was born that Gu Tianhan left the ancient sword and amulet to him.

Now seeing the old man's expression, Zhou Fan is even more sure that the old man knows Gu Tianhan, and even he guesses that the two have a relationship, and Gu Tianhan is his grandfather's sworn brother.

It is not an exaggeration for Zhou Fan to call Gu Tianhan's uncle, this can bring Gu Tianhan out, and it can also raise his identity, this old man is so respectful when he sees Gu Jian, obviously he is even more respectful to Gu Tianhan.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhou Fan's words fell, the old man's face was full of excitement, and he stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Fan's hand and said excitedly: "It turned out to be the descendant of Engong, okay, good, God didn't let me see Engong again before I died, but it was a blessing to see his descendants." ”

"Great Patriarch, you believe these people like that? They've got it in their hands, and don't forget what happened before. When the middle-aged man saw the old man holding Zhou Fan's hand so enthusiastically, he was a little unhappy, staring at everyone with a gloomy expression.

"Don't worry, back then, when you went out with Yu Qiong to run errands, you didn't see the methods of the Ancient Heavenly Master, I believe that no one could take this sword away from him, unless it was a willing gift from him, and the Ancient Heavenly Master still lived in our village for a period of time at that time.

He told me that this sword was passed down from generation to generation by his master, and it was more precious than his life, and since this little brother had this ancient sword in his hand, there was no need to doubt what he said. After the old man finished speaking, he took two steps back and looked at Zhou Fan and his party carefully.

Seeing that the old man refused to listen to persuasion, the middle-aged man stopped whispering, pointed at Tianyou and said in a cold tone: "Great patriarch, don't be too naïve, they have robberies in their hands, do you think a person can compare to a pistol no matter how powerful he is?" Would you believe that they had snatched the sword? ”

The old man didn't seem to react much to the middle-aged man's attitude, but stared at Zhou Fan and the others, until a long time later he said, "You guys come with me," the old man said and turned to leave.

But he hadn't taken two steps before he stopped again: "Yu Xuan, you also come, and tell them that the sacrificial burial ceremony is suspended." After saying that, the old man walked towards the wooden house in the middle without pausing.

"What should I do?" Feng Long looked at the old man's back, and couldn't make up his mind, so he stepped forward and asked everyone in a low voice.

"Why don't we rush out, see that they don't dare to touch us, why are we still afraid of a hair......"Zhou Fan saw that Zimeng was still glaring at the people around him with a fierce face, so he scolded him in a low voice.

Before he could finish speaking, he interrupted: "Shut up, don't make trouble for me, they don't move us because the old man spoke before, God bless you also put away the gun, let's follow and have a look." With that, Zhou Fan took the lead and followed the old man and the middle-aged man into the huge wooden house.

As soon as everyone arrived at the wooden house, they felt a cold chill, "Sit down." Before they could react, the middle-aged man motioned for a few people to sit down, and then took out a white cloth and covered the coffin parked in the wooden house.

"How can there be a coffin here, is there any important sacrificial activity going on in your village?" As soon as Zhou Fan came in, he saw the coffin, although the middle-aged man had already covered most of the coffin at that time, Zhou Fan's sharp eyes still saw it, and after the middle-aged man motioned for a few people to sit down, he asked a little puzzled.

The old man seemed to have a good impression of Zhou Fan, and smiled slightly at everyone before saying, "What you see is the burial ceremony, and the coffin lying outside is the body of our patriarch of this generation.

And inside this coffin is the wife of this generation of patriarchs, no one in our village has been in for more than 30 years, I didn't expect that kind of thing to happen as soon as I came. Although the old man did not shy away from this matter, Zhou Fan could see that he was very sad about this matter.

"Can you tell us what's going on? Maybe we can help. Zhou Fan saw the old man's heartbroken face, and he couldn't bear it, so he couldn't help but inquire about what happened.

The night was getting deeper, and the cold in the mountains was cold, and although everyone was already sitting in the wooden house, they still felt the cold, and the breeze blew in through the cracks of the wooden house, blowing the light of the oil lamps flickering and extinguishing.

The white cloth covering the coffin was blown up slightly, adding a strange atmosphere to the wooden house, but the old man didn't seem to care about the surrounding environment at all, and after taking two puffs of hookah, he said, "Actually, this happened half a month ago, when a group of strange-looking people came to our village.

All of them were dressed in black leather clothes, and there were more than a dozen people in a group, and our village did not accept outsiders all the year round, and did not want to have more contact with outsiders, but when we saw that each of them was tired and all of them were still injured, we kindly let them enter the village to live and recuperate.

But I didn't expect them to hear that our clan had evil thoughts after inheriting the treasures for generations, and finally threatened that if we refused to take them to find the treasures, they would slaughter the whole village.