After the iron door opened, a gluttonous figure also came into view, to say that the gluttony is not big, only the size of a normal elk. The body is yellow, the big head occupies half of the body, a large mouth occupies more than half of the head, a pair of fangs nearly a meter long grow from the mouth, and a pair of eyes under the forelimbs are hidden.

After seeing someone enter, the gluttony struggled to get up, and unlike the mastiff, the glutton's body was chained to the wall by chains that looked like steel, not steel, iron and non-iron.

"Little deer, it looks like you're going to have company. ”

Zhao Xin looked at the gluttony and relaxed, and the chain was still showing that this one had not escaped. And Tao Tao seemed to understand Zhao Xin's words, and grinned widely, making a "moo" sound.

Then the gluttony raised its front paws, revealing its eyes and winked at Zhao Xin, as if to say something, and the chains made a crisp sound due to the glutton's movements.

Seeing this, Zhao Xin raised his hand and patted his head, and suddenly smiled with a smile: "Have you been a month? ”

And Tao Tao also blinked a little excitedly as if he understood Zhao Xin's words.

"I'll bring you food later"

Seeing that this one didn't go out, but it also meant that there was another one outside, thinking of this Zhao Xin couldn't help but have a headache, turned around and closed the door and left.

After walking out of the corridor, Zhao Xin took out a small notebook that he carried with him, on which was written a list of the fierce beasts imprisoned in the underground city, and recorded the time of catching these fierce beasts and the time of each meal.

It had been a month since I found the last time I ate the glutton, and the food it said was actually two cows, so I would be surprised if other people saw it.

After leaving the underground city, Zhao Xin was not busy tracking down the mastiffs, but planned to buy food for the glutton, knowing that the descendants of these fierce beasts were not docile pets, and if they were hungry, something might happen.

Coming out of the underground city is Zhao Xin's small shop, and this small shop is also the financial support of Zhao Xin's bright face, and this small shop is mainly engaged in antiques.

In fact, to say that antique Zhao Xin himself is the most valuable antique, and every thing in this small shop is from the era when Zhao Xin was born, it can be said that this small shop of only more than 100 square meters is worth a lot of money, of course, it is far from enough to rely on these, every thing in the underground city must exceed the value of this small shop, even the hair of those fierce beasts is the existence of countless people who have to go crazy after getting it.

However, Zhao Xin would not do this, because the current human technology made him feel scared, and with just a few hairs, a human could clone another beast. And humans will still enjoy it, completely unaware of how terrifying these beasts are.

Just as Zhao Xin was about to make a call, his phone suddenly rang, and a crisp voice rang from the phone.

"Hey, Grandpa Xin, my grandfather passed away today. He asked me to give you a call and say you understand. ”

Zhao Xin snorted briefly after answering the phone and hung up the phone, although this is not the first time he has heard such a call, but he still has some sadness.

Since Zhao Xin's father died, Zhao Xin understood a truth, if you want to survive, one person is not enough, so he chose humans as his cronies to assist him, and himself as their patron saint.

Yang Ting is a PhD student at a well-known university, and like all PhD students, she has a good job in an overseas institution after graduation. And her illustrious family background is also the envy of countless people, and there are countless young talents who follow her every day in life.

But just this morning, the elders of the family told their grandfather to leave and asked them to come back quickly.

When I got home and saw my grandfather, I got a phone number from my grandfather. Yang Ting knew that her family's current achievements were all because of the help of nobles, and the people in her family had worked for that nobleman for several generations.

When she saw her father handing the will to her, Yang Ting's heart sank like a stone into the sea, and she couldn't speak for a long time. Because she knew what it meant to get this will.

There is a rule in his own family, that is, every other generation there will be one sacrifice, that is, to do things for that nobleman, and this time it actually fell on himself.

And the so-called sacrifice is that you need to assist the noble person wholeheartedly, and no one knows what to do, because only the person who assists will know. And it is important that this person has not been in contact with any outsiders since the day he was assisted, so as to prevent the family secrets from being revealed.

It can also be said that he has now become a messenger of the noble, and according to the requirements of the nobleman, he instructs anyone in the family to do anything, and the power is very great, which also means the loss of freedom.

Spreading the hair tied at the back of his head, and shaving the beard off his face, looking at himself in the ancient mirror in front of him, Zhao Xin smiled.

"I still remember the last time I shaved 50 years ago, but I didn't expect it to be so long in a flash. I'm going to see this old man for the last time, to see this old friend who has worked for him for fifty years. ”

He took out a demon mask made of dark iron and put it on his face, and changed into a robe that only then would he wear, because it was a sign of respect for humanity.

Although it was fifty years since he last came here, Zhao Xin was still very familiar with the door of the Yang family's ancestral villa.

Before Zhao Xin knocked on the door, the door had already been opened. Looking at the middle-aged man in his fifties in front of him, Zhao Xin knew that this should be the old man's child.

"Xinye, my father is in the spirit room" Looking at the ghost-faced man in front of him, Yang Shusen knew that this was his own nobleman, and although it was the first time he saw him, this ghost-faced man gave him a very familiar feeling. There is also the sense of vicissitudes of experience through the ages, which makes Yang Shusen doubt the age of this person. Even though he knew that it was impossible for humans to live that long, he felt that it was this person who came fifty years ago.

"Well, you are his next generation, let the successor wait for me outside the mourning room. ”

Zhao Xin tried to make his voice as vague as possible, making it difficult to guess his age.

"Yes, Shinye......"

Yang Shusen bowed his head and retreated softly.

The figure flashed, and Zhao Xin came to the familiar door and pushed the door open.

What catches your eye is a large mourning hall, and in the middle of the mourning hall are the spirit tablets of various generations of the Yang family. Under the dazzling array of spirit cards, a white-haired old man in Tang costume lay in the middle, his eyes full of peace as if he was asleep.

"That's ...... man"

Looking at the person in front of him, Zhao Xin's heart couldn't help but feel a throbbing, and the last time was fifty years ago. To say that what can make Zhao Xin throb in these years is the people who assist him in each generation of the Yang family, because they are really assisting him for a lifetime, you must know that yesterday he called him and asked him to help him do things, but today he is already separated by heaven and man.

He took a deep breath and sighed softly. He walked up to the old man, lowered down and took a small bottle placed on the spiritual bed, poured the liquid on the old man's body, and lit it with fire.

In a matter of seconds, the crimson flame had been extinguished, and the spiritual bed was empty.

This is to assist one's own destiny, to live quietly in this world, and to leave no trace after death.