Han Hao's face was pale, and a mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out of his throat, and he quickly gritted his teeth and swallowed.

"Join forces to defend!" Qian Zhengliang and the Qian family were preoccupied with each other at this time, and they all took out their weapons to prepare to block this blow, they all sensed the smell of danger, and if they couldn't catch it, they would definitely be drowned by the fireball.

"Go!" Han Hao couldn't hold on, if he didn't make another move, he was no longer sure that he would be able to control the fireball, and even he himself would be affected.

"Boom!" The loud sound of his life resounded throughout the Qian Mansion compound, and the surrounding area was suddenly full of wails, and the smell of burning emitted by broken buildings and black corpses was everywhere.

Qian Zhengliang knelt on the ground with his legs open at this time, his eyes were wide open, and one hand held the long sword tightly, and the tip of the long sword was more than a foot deep into the soil. "The Qian family, the Qian family is finished!" After saying this, he fell to the ground, and his life was cut off.

Han Hao held the long sword with one hand tightly that only had the hilt left, and the only person who could stand up completely around was himself, and after one attack, the life and death of more than 20 people were unknown, this huge destructive power was too much for him to imagine.

"This is too powerful, isn't it, did I really do it?" Han Hao looked at his hands in disbelief.

"Boy, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!" At this time, Yan Lao's voice sounded in his head.

Feeling the imminent breath outside the Qian Mansion, Han Hao frowned slightly.

"Hey, it's really unwilling to make a wedding dress for someone else!" Han Hao endured the exhaustion of his body, and while the time of the secret method had not yet passed, he turned out of the wall and walked towards the location of the tavern.

Han Hao had just left for a moment.

"Second brother, you take a few people to the Qian Mansion to see what happened!" In a small alley not far from the Qian Mansion, a tall man with a team of more than twenty people said to the people around him.

"You guys, follow me!"

After about half an hour, the man came back with a few people, and everyone's face was full of excitement.

"Big brother, it's great, the Qian family has been destroyed!" The man quickly rushed over, took out two storage rings from his arms and handed them to the tall man.

The tall man opened the two storage rings and was startled when he saw the contents inside, there were countless gold and silver treasures, and all kinds of medicinal herbs, pills, and martial arts were all listed in them.

"What about Qian Zhongxu and Qian Zhengliang?"

"Qian Zhongxu, I didn't see it, Qian Zhengliang is dead, and the body is in the courtyard. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Haha, okay, God really pity my Zhang family! Second brother, you hurry back and rush to manpower, start to take over the Qian family's territory from today, and inform your father of the news, so that his old man can go out of the customs and sit in the town. From now on, this Pingle Town will be the dominant family of my Zhang family! He also warned the clansmen not to cause trouble recently, and the offenders were expelled from the family, and the Qian family was completely investigated by whom!"

In this small world, countless families are destroyed and countless families rise every day. However, these things don't matter to Han Hao, because of the use of the secret method, he is suffering from the backlash of the secret method at this moment. The whole person lay motionless on his hands, and the heart-like pain made him sweat all over, and the quilt was soaked through, like a sharp pain like ten thousand ants devouring his heart.

Three days later.

Han Hao dragged his tired body to the middle of the courtyard with a pale face. Looking at the newly repaired tomb in front of him, Han Hao slowly knelt down.

"Lian'er, shopkeeper, I have avenged your revenge, and the Qian family has also been destroyed by me, you can rest in peace!" Han Hao had tears on his face, and stretched out his hand to gently caress the grave.

"Lian'er, Brother Hao can't accompany you anymore, don't be angry, Brother Hao also has his own things to do, and Brother Hao will often come to see you if there is a chance in the future!"

In the early morning of the next day, in an inconspicuous alley in the west of Pingle Town, a heavy lock had been hung on the door of the Junlai Tavern, and not too many people paid attention to the closure of this tavern, only the people who often came to the tavern to drink looked at the heavy lock and secretly cursed for trouble, so they could only turn around and drink farther away.

An autumn rain kicked off the prelude to autumn.

An ancient temple on a barren mountain has experienced the baptism of the years, and it looks particularly desolate and decadent.

Han Hao stood quietly in front of the ancient temple, a gust of autumn wind blew, and the withered yellow leaves fell quietly, falling in the courtyard of the ancient temple, falling on the eaves of the ancient temple, and the fallen leaves returned to the root like the deep sleep of life.

Han Hao's heart was filled with a burst of sadness, lingering. The dusty memories quietly opened, as if everything had happened yesterday.

"Aunt Qin, Hao'er has grown up, come and see you. ”

"How are you doing lately? Don't worry, I'm here to tell you that everything is fine with your Hao'er!"

This stop was three days, Han Hao didn't move at all, his body was covered with dead leaves and dust, as if turning into a dead tree, and his eyes looked at the ancient temple gently.

"Elder Yan, the kid has a reluctant request!"

"What's the matter?"

"Help me ban this ancient temple, I don't want people to disturb Aunt Qin's tranquility!"

"This..."Elder Yan was a little embarrassed, not that his remnant soul couldn't do it, but after doing it, it was estimated that his strength would only be able to support him to survive for a year.

"Okay, but you kid must find something to repair the remnant soul within a year, the old man doesn't want to be so aggrieved!" Yan Lao gritted his teeth and agreed when he looked at Han Hao's expression.

"Elder Yan, I, Han Hao, swear with my life, I will live up to you in this life!" Han Hao said seriously.

"Okay, with your words, the old man will be content!" Yan Lao's illusory figure floated out from the top of Han Hao's head, it looked only the size of a palm, and it looked extremely exquisite, a pair of small hands and fingers pinched a mantra, and a golden light lit up, condensed into a cover-like model, instantly enlarged, and slowly fell from the sky, enveloping the entire ancient temple inside.

"This prohibition can last for a maximum of ten years, and after ten years, let's start again!" Yan Lao's illusory figure looked extremely tired, and the color of his body became lighter, almost transparent.

"Great grace is not grateful!" Han Hao bowed respectfully to Yan Lao.

"Okay, I'll go back to sleep, the consumption of sleep can be smaller, you can do it yourself in the future!" Yan Lao's spirit suddenly flew into Han Hao's sea of consciousness.

"Aunt Qin, Hao'er should go, I'll come to see you in ten years!" Han Hao knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the temple, then got up and went down the mountain, in the desolate mountain road, Han Hao's thin figure looked extremely lonely.

It has been more than ten years since he came to this world, Han Hao has never understood this world with his heart at all, everything he knows is what he heard from people who drink in the tavern, and he plans to go out for a walk, which can be regarded as another kind of practice.

As for the Han family in Qingshan Town, Han Hao didn't want to go at all, he had no memory of the Han family at all, although his biological father in this life was still there, but he didn't raise him or even wanted to bury him alive, how could such a person be worthy of Han Hao's nostalgia.