Chapter 201: Anger
Outside the wooden house, seven or eight people came in, the leader of which was a white-haired old man, slightly hunchbacked, wearing Miao Jiang's unique clothing, looking at his appearance and momentum, it should be the head of the village in this Miao village.
His face was a little wrong when he entered the door, and after seeing Bai Ling'er, a dark color flashed in his eyes, it seemed that he should know something. Zhang Muyang narrowed her eyes slightly, according to what Bai Ling'er said before and Zhang Youren's introduction to her.
Bai Linger's skills were all taught by her grandmother, which means that Bai Linger's grandmother is also a monk, although her cultivation is not very profound, but Miao Jiang Gu Master would not care about cultivation, what they care about is the level of Gu art, Bai Linger's grandmother's Gu art is still quite powerful, otherwise she would not be looked at by Zhang Youren.
This time, Bai Linger's grandmother was killed by a monk, Zhang Muyang didn't pay attention to the conversation between Bai Ling'er and the head of the village, but all his attention was on this wooden building.
In this wooden building, he always felt that there was something that made him feel familiar, not that he knew anything about this place, but that there was a unique feeling here, which made him feel a little familiar, at least he had seen it before.
And just when Zhang Muyang was looking for clues, Bai Linger also learned some details about the murder of his grandmother from the mouth of the village, about two weeks ago, probably one night when Zhang Muyang and Bai Linger first arrived in Panlong Town.
An outsider came to the village or a foreigner, because most of the people in Miao Village were hospitable, and although Miao Village was located in the depths of the mountains, there were often some travelers or guests who came here for tourism, so everyone didn't take it seriously, but on the night after the outsider came.
The wooden building where Bai Linger's grandmother lived, there was a huge roar, and a sound of two people fighting, at that time, the head of the village wanted to take people to see, but when they arrived, Bai Linger's grandmother had already fallen in a pool of blood, after seeing them coming, only one sentence was advised, let Bai Linger be careful in the future, and never avenge her.
What's even more strange is that after Grandma Bai Ling'er died, her body was still rotting rapidly, and there was even a foul smell. The head of the village knew that this matter was not simple, but there was no way but to ask someone to bury Bai Ling'er's grandmother in a hurry, and at the same time, the foreigner from outside also disappeared. Although they later reported the crime, it was of no use at all, this was obviously a monk's method, and ordinary police officers were not much worse at all.
After listening to this, Bai Ling'er was a little silent, although she already knew that her grandmother was 'gone', but there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart, hoping that this was fake, hoping that this was a joke made by her grandmother and her, but after hearing this paragraph, Bai Ling'er was about to collapse.
Zhang Muyang walked over, stretched out his hand and put his hand on Bai Ling'er's shoulder, and crossed into a stream of aura, he was afraid that Bai Ling'er would be too sad, causing the aura in his body to run wildly, and he couldn't suppress the Gu worms in his body, and there would be some accidents.
Bai Ling'er hung her head at this time, and her long black hair covered all her cheeks, revealing only two black tearful eyes. Her voice trembled a little, with a bit of coldness that made Zhang Muyang look sideways. He asked, "Uncle Zhaitou, do you remember what that outsider looked like?"
The head of the village obviously felt that Bai Ling'er's situation was wrong, and said with relief: "Ling'er, I know that you and your grandmother are not mortals, but your grandmother has a legacy before her death, and she will not let you take revenge. ”
Listening to the explanation of the head of the village, Zhang Muyang said: "The old man kills people to pay off his debts and money, this is a matter of course, and there is no revenge..."
Without waiting for Zhang Muyang to finish speaking, an old woman behind the head of the village frowned and said: "Young man, who are you, this is still a matter of our Miao Village, and it is not your turn to take care of it." ”
This is very polite, now the entire Miao Village, because of the matter of Grandma Bai Ling'er, is extremely xenophobic, and they are very vigilant against any outsider they are not familiar with, plus they are a little afraid of the murder of Grandma Bai Ling'er, so the tone of voice is very impulsive.
Zhang Muyang frowned, but he didn't say anything. Instead, Bai Ling'er beside him said: "Uncle Zhaitou, don't lie to me, my grandma will never say not to take revenge or anything, maybe she thinks so, but she definitely doesn't have time to say it in front of you." We know your good intentions, but what the little brother said just now is right, killing pays for life. This is a rule since ancient times, let's avenge grandma. ”
At this time, Bai Ling'er is no longer the innocent, cute and straightforward little girl she was before, her heart is full of hatred and coldness at this time, if she can't vent her anger, her cultivation will inevitably be blocked, and even go astray into demons, Zhang Muyang will definitely not allow this kind of thing to happen.
The foreign monks who suddenly arrived two weeks ago, there were some familiar breaths and traces of fighting in the wooden building, Miao Village, where the aura was not abundant, and Grandma Ling'er's body was rotten and stinky, these fragments flashed in Zhang Muyang's mind one by one, and suddenly Zhang Muyang remembered something, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.
At this time, the people in front of Bai Ling'er were still persuading something, and when they saw that Bai Ling'er didn't listen, some people couldn't help but say: "Ling'er, the person your grandmother can't beat, do you think you can beat it?" If you really annoy the foreign outlaws, not only will you die, but the village will also be implicated, so Ling'er, you can't just think about yourself, that kind of person we can't afford to provoke." ”
The person who said this was the old woman who scolded Zhang Muyang before.
Zhang Muyang, who was unhappy with her just now, is now full of absurdity and consternation, he didn't expect the people in this village to be so indifferent. He said coldly: "Shut up for me, you are afraid of death, so you are not allowed to be avenged? What kind of bullshit is this, and Ling'er takes revenge, how can it implicate the village." ”
Hearing Zhang Muyang say this, the woman suddenly exploded, she glared, and shouted at Zhang Muyang: "Bold, presumptuous." What do you little doll know? Besides, this is the matter of our ancient tea village, you outsiders are not qualified to interject, Bai Qiu, what are you waiting for? Get this person out of here. ”
After getting the old woman's password, seven or eight young men came in from outside the house, all of whom surrounded Zhang Muyang, all of them rubbed their hands, glanced at their own village, and waited for him to give the order, ready to start.
Zhang Muyang sneered, these people also wanted to do something with him? Glanced sideways at Bai Ling'er, if it weren't for taking care of Ling'er, these people... Hehe...
When Bai Ling'er saw that these people were going to make a move, she immediately raised her eyebrows. raised his hand and waved a palm, forcing back the few young men who surrounded him, and said coldly: "Little brother is my guest, which of you dares to touch him." ”
After forcing back those young men, Bai Ling'er continued to ask: "Uncle Zhaitou, when Ling'er was a child, you loved us the most, let's ask." Did Grandma die in vain? She dedicated her life to this village, and the person in the village never received the favor of her old man, and now that her old man has been killed, is this how you repay her?"
(End of chapter)