The tall old man patted his shoulder tiredly, rubbed his waist, and sighed that he didn't have to be old enough to move a little, either strained here or sick there. "It's old, it's time to die. "Grandpa is not old, it is the grandson himself who is too cowardly. The ragged, bruised, skinny young man in front of him was standing behind the old man with low eyebrows, and retorted loudly, probably because he had not spoken in his entirety for a long time, and it felt better not to say what he had said intermittently.

"Haha, good grandson, with your words, grandpa, I will live for ten more years!" seems to know that he has caused a big disaster, and the young man does not dare to open his mouth anymore, so he stands so stupidly, he can stand until he is old in the wilderness. "It's really against the damn god, even my grandson dares to do this, these people seem to have no need to exist!" The old man seemed to suddenly remember that he was going to ask the teacher for guilt, he had never suffered such a big loss, if he hadn't gone out today, even he broke out in a cold sweat when he thought about the possible consequences, and he was glad and became more and more angry at the same time.

So, the angry old man took his grandson's hand and hurried out, as if he was going to debt. Suddenly, the old man stopped, turned his head and looked at the young man who was pulling his sleeves, there was inquiry and puzzlement in his eyes, although the young man seemed to be very dull and stupid, but I have to say that those bright eyes, as if they were the clearest pool, could make everyone who saw it involuntarily calm down their mood, ease down the hurried pace, very comfortable and peaceful.

Maybe it was because of these dirty eyes that it suddenly touched someone's heart full of guilt and guilt, and made him willing to stay in a ghost place where birds don't, and stay for eight years. Eight years, how many eight years of life can be wasted, of course, an old man like him who has lived for more than 150 years does not die, eight years is indeed not a long time. "Good grandson, do you mean that you can get rid of the first evil? It really deserves to be my grandson Ye Nantian, who is kind and simple by nature!" This old man's ability to put gold on his face is not bad at all.

"But, it's a good thing that you are kind-hearted, but you can't be too merciful to these white-eyed wolves, they are a group of white-eyed wolves that can't be fed, you have lost a piece of meat here, you may bite you back when you turn around, you are still young and don't understand people's dirty and sinister, grandpa will not scold you, but he wants you to take a good look at their ugly faces. The young man named Ye Guchen nodded ignorantly, perhaps remembering the picture of himself being bullied, his pure heart also had a trace of gray shadow, and the hand holding his grandfather's sleeve tightened.

Ye Nantian saw that the young man had no worries, so he was relieved, he valued this young man very much, if it was because of this incident that left a shadow in his heart or was afraid of him, it would be more than worth the loss, even if he slaughtered the white-eyed dog, he couldn't make up for it. "Grandpa is not the kind of person who loves to kill, except for the first evil, as long as the others don't die, grandpa will not touch them. Ye Nantian pulled the young man's arm, and his figure flickered and moved forward quickly.

Three cottages, said to be three mountains, in fact, there are five mountains connected, three 500 meters, two 800 meters, one of which is an 800-meter peak, two 500-meter peaks are secondary, formed a zigzag array, the three cottages are based on this excellent geographical environment to pull the camp and form the village, after a hundred years of continuous repair and construction, it can be described as solid. The other 800-meter mountain peak one mile away from the three cottages has become the back garden of a pair of grandchildren, and the remaining mountain peak is a place where low-level warriors and servant slaves like Shi Weiwu live.

All of them add up to nearly 1,000 households and a population of about 20,000, not counting the slaves in the mines and farms, and it is basically a military town with both offense and defense. Three seconds after leaving the ghost cave, Ye Nantian stood in front of the iron gate of the cottage, this steel monster with a width of five meters, a height of eight meters, and a thickness of one meter, is the most proud work of the three cottages and the 'Xiongfeng Village'.

The steel gate is covered with traces of different shades, and the traces of iron melting and casting that have been repaired many times, these are the commemorations left by the impact of the beast tide over the years, for this reason, the three peak masters of the cottage erected an iron tablet next to it, which is engraved with the warriors who have contributed their lives in the beast tide, and a grand memorial ceremony is carried out every year. It just so happens that today is the day to pay tribute to the martyrs, Ye Nantian is also full of weirdness, but he will not change his attention halfway, the bullshit Xiongfeng Zhai really annoys Lao Tzu, see if I don't serve it in one pot!

Therefore, at this moment, it is very lively here, there are revealing and sexy maids holding sheep, cattle, pigs, dogs and other livestock placed on the sacrificial platform, there are thin and humble slaves bending down to place futons, and on the mountain are groups of elites in the village who rush to the sacrificial ceremony and their children, they are the masters of Xiongfeng Village, and they are the people who stand tall and behave on their backs.

Originally, Ye Nantian didn't care about these so-called hierarchies at all, and he had never participated in these cheesy activities full of collusion of interests, but he still couldn't help but sneer, and suddenly the nearby 'people' who were watching the progress of the ceremony couldn't see it. "Hey, where did the stinky old man come from, he dared to laugh out loud, did he want to eat a whip!" A fat pig with a fat head and big ears, holding a belly bigger than a pregnant woman, came over with a short whip in his hand, and scolded, looking like he was about to stand up.

The slave maids nearby were all lower-class people who had never seen Ye Nantian, and when they saw the fat pig casting their eyes on it, they were half happy and half sympathetic in their hearts, but no one was willing to stop them. The old man has no fear genes in his personality, and he laughs even more when he faces the fat pig who feels disgusting when he looks at it. "Dead fat pig, old man, I was amused by you, just this point, it is not ugly to let you die. "The three words 'dead fat pig' seem to be the fuse-cable, which instantly detonates the oil drum.

The overseer of the fat pig rushed over with a roar, raised his short whip, and crackled, as if he was trying to whip the stinky old man in front of him to death with all his might. Ye Nantian's eyes flashed, and he didn't raise his hands and feet, the fat pig's body rushing forward instantly stopped, and then the whole pig's body split in half from the middle, and the stinky fat oil flowed all over the ground. "Dead, dead!" After a short pause, the maids who had witnessed the bloody scene opened their mouths and screamed, and then they all ran away.

Ye Nantian grinned, ignoring the blood and water under his feet, he took a chair out of thin air and sat down, he sensed that the person in charge on the mountain had discovered the change here. The young man Ye Guchen was not afraid of the dead, so he stood behind the old man in a daze, without saying a word. "Don't think about danger in peace, this cottage is too comfortable compared to eight years ago, it's a damn person!"