The sky was gray, the sky was getting darker, and the rain fell like a hungry child trying to suck fresh milk, and fell into the blue mountains, greedily eroding the sturdy trees.

A path was chopped through the grass, littered with grass and rocks, bumpy, and the rain splashed dripping yellow mud on the clay on the path, and the path was muddy everywhere.

A burly man like a down-and-out lion, stumbling and running with a big knife on his back, letting the cold rain invade his body, the burly man held a baby wrapped in black cloth in his arms, the baby's eyes were not opened on the baby's tender face, and it could be seen that the baby was born not long ago, between the burly man's hands tightly embraced, the baby's face was red and fluttering, like a bamboo shoot that had just broken through the ground.

In the arms of the burly man, the rain did not touch the baby.

The red-faced baby in his arms suddenly came to the burly man's side last night, a human baby born from the wolf king, came to his side, and the burly man didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Although he knew that this baby would not be easy in the future, the baby was still a young eagle at this time, and he needed a strong mother eagle to escort its growth. And he is this mother eagle.

The rain has been falling, and there is no tendency to stop, the burly man stopped, glanced at the familiar environment around him for a while, his thick eyebrows were frowning, his eyes were like sharp swords, the burly man held the baby in his arms with one hand, and his right hand was already taken out of the big knife behind him, the big knife was extremely sharp, the light flashed, and the big hand full of scars was tightly held.

The burly man said in a low voice: "Come out!"

The burly man's voice was annihilated by the rustling of the rain, and there was no sound to answer him, only the sound of the desolate branches being blown by the cold wind.

The big knife in the burly man's hand was clenched tightly, like the aura of a fierce beast filling the surroundings, and he shouted angrily: "Aren't you trying to kill me? Come out, I'm Chen Feng here!"

The rain still hit the ground violently, the wind was bleak, and the baby in Chen Feng's arms seemed to be frightened by Chen Feng's voice, crying, and his exposed hands grabbed Chen Feng's clothes indiscriminately.

Chen Feng looked down at the baby, then glanced at the surroundings shrouded by the rain curtain, thoughtfully, and then said: "I know it's you, I, Chen Feng, thank you again!"

He knew that this was the person hiding somewhere who let him go, otherwise, with his own skills, even if the two faced each other, he would not be able to fight that person, let alone that now that he is in the light, he is in the dark. If that person wants to sneak attack, he has no way to fight back.

Chen Feng's right hand that clenched the big knife loosened a little, and he immediately rushed towards the familiar path ahead, his feet rising and falling in the mud, and the stagnant water was splashed.

Chen Feng's burly figure quickly disappeared into the darkness, and not long after Chen Feng left, the dense branches of a big tree trembled, and an emaciated figure jumped down from the tree, and gently fell to the ground without a sound.

The emaciated figure looked at the direction of Chen Feng's departure and muttered to himself: "Take care!"

Mountains are clustered, and the earth is uplifted.

Lingxuan Village is a large village with strong overall strength, and it is the overlord of all villages within a radius of 100 miles, and it also occupies a place in Gefeng County.

The scenery of Lingxuan Village is beautiful, it is now dusk, although the heavy rain has thinned, but the sky is still dark, and the sunlight is powerless to tear through the layers of dark clouds and shine down, but this time it adds a bit of hazy beauty to the scenery of Lingxuan Village.

The scale of Lingxuan Village is huge, there are thousands of households alone, and the number of people has reached more than 3,000 people, there is a huge square in the center of Lingxuan Village, which is a place where everyone will go to activities, usually regardless of day and night, this square will be extremely lively, but today because of the rain, there is no half a figure in the square.

Around the perimeter of the square, a series of gorgeous buildings rise from the ground, row upon row, among which there is a building with a water chestnut shape at the top that is particularly conspicuous.

It was a place that all the villagers yearn for, and it is also a symbol of the rights of Lingxuan Village, where it is the meeting hall of the high-level leaders of Lingxuan Village.

The conference hall was crowded with people, there were many discussions, some sighed, some sorrow, and some were excited, and a gray-haired old man on the main seat of the conference hall closed his eyes and recuperated, and was not moved by the discussion of the people in the conference hall.

Next to the old man, a middle-aged man calmly looked at the extremely lively scene, there seemed to be a sharp sword engraved between his eyebrows, with a shocking majesty on his body, the middle-aged man's right hand slowly tapped the armrest, but there was a trace of imperceptible anxiety in his eyes.

"It's back!"

I don't know who shouted, but everyone didn't dig into which one it was, but turned their eyes to the door of the conference hall, and at this time, the old man sitting on the main seat also slowly opened his eyes, but his bright eyes were filled with a hint of sadness.

The gate slowly opened, and the sound of rain poured into it like smoke from everywhere, filling the ears of people in need.

An emaciated figure walked in, his steps were light, and his momentum was outgoing, this was a middle-aged man with a figure of less than seven feet, such a height in this world was relatively low, and his appearance was also very ugly, but no one would laugh at him, in other words, no one dared to laugh at him, because his strength ranked among the top three in the entire Lingxuan Village.

The people in the conference hall were all looking at him with admiration and expectation.

The originally lively conference hall suddenly fell into silence, and the night was silent, and everyone made way for him, and the ugly middle-aged man walked towards the old man sitting in the main seat.

"How's it going?" the old man sitting on the throne still spoke, his tone slow and calm, with a hint of coercion.

The ugly man who stopped his eyes met the old man, without a trace of fear and cowardice, and said lightly: "He is dead!"

"What about the corpse?" asked the middle-aged man sitting next to the old man to the ugly man.

The ugly man ignored the middle-aged man and continued to the old man sitting on the main seat, "My task has been completed!"

With that, the ugly man turned and walked towards the door of the conference hall.

The middle-aged man sitting next to the old man had a gloomy face, suddenly stood up from the main seat, and shouted at the back of the ugly man, "I asked you what about the corpse?"

The ugly man did not seem to hear his anger, and without looking back, he continued to walk towards the door, and the others also retreated to the side.

The middle-aged man saw that the ugly man ignored him, his heart was angry, his right hand was empty, the slightest aura in the air was condensed, and a small cyan ball was slowly generated in the palm of his hand, this small ball made the people in the conference hall feel a little safe, but the old man on the main seat slowly closed his eyes and turned a blind eye to the middle-aged man's behavior.

Shout!

The cyan ball swept through the air and shot at the ugly man's back, slicing a small fire in the friction with the air.

The ugly man who had just walked to the gate suddenly turned around, and with a wave of his right hand, the cyan ball bounced out as if it had touched a spring, and then shot back at the middle-aged man at a faster speed than before.

"Humph!" the middle-aged man snorted coldly, and with a wave of his right hand, the cyan ball dissipated less than a foot away from him.

"You're not qualified to point fingers at me!" The figure of the ugly man disappeared into the rain, and the wild and uninhibited voice came, but it was extremely ironic in the ears of the middle-aged man.

"Luo Shan, you wait!" The middle-aged man clenched his right hand, his eyes stared at the drizzle outside the door, and roared angrily in his heart, "This time it's Chen Feng, next time it's you!"

"Let's get out of the show!"

The old man on the main seat stood up, looked at a middle-aged man, put his hands behind his back, slowly descended the stone steps, and walked out towards the door.

The middle-aged man glanced at the old man's back, and despite the unwillingness in his eyes, he still endured it and did not speak again, greeted a few cronies in the lobby, and also dispersed from the conference hall.

The drizzle has stopped, the rain has ceased, and night has come.

The ugly man looked out the window in his residence, condescending to look down on this Lingxuan Village, his eyes indifferent.

At this moment, a rickety figure entered his residence and walked towards the ugly man.

The ugly man seemed to have known that someone was coming, and he didn't look back, and said lightly: "This is the first time, the last time!"

That rickety figure, if others were present, would definitely be surprised, this person was actually the old man who was still sitting in the main seat in the conference hall just now, and before, the relationship between the old man and the ugly man was not so good that the two stood together and talked about the world, but now it appeared in the ugly man's residence.

"I owe you once!" The old man said in a slow tone.

"It's not that you owe me, it's what I owe him before!" said the ugly man, continuing to look out the window.

The old man's face moved slightly, a smile appeared, and he said, "Indeed, you owe him before, and this is to repay his favor, even though this matter has destroyed your principles!"

The ugly man turned around, looked at the old man and said, "I know, I am your tool, and it is my tool that convinces you in this matter!"

"I'm not mad at you for using me as a tool!"

"Tell me the truth, I think, this matter is more than a coincidence! Hehe, the wolf birth son, in the eyes of others, seems to be an obstacle and a curse, but I think you are not so unwise!"

"Besides, he's your favorite!"

The ugly man took a step forward and continued, "Tell me what you saw!"

The old man smiled on his face, looked at the ugly man with his eyes, and said softly: "You are very powerful, but you are wrong, he has a lot of connections now, and he will endanger my position!"

The ugly man squinted his eyes and said, "Yes, I don't think our old village chief is so eager for this so-called supreme power!"

"Moreover, you have been sitting in the position of village chief for decades, aren't you tired of it?"

In the face of the ugly man's fierce gaze, the old village chief smiled and said nothing, and he didn't explain anything about his words!

The ugly man turned around and continued to look out the window at the hazy and gloomy Ling Xuan Village, which had been washed away by the rain, and said slowly: "It seems that the peace of Ling Xuan Village will be broken!"

At the head of the village and at the end of the village, the lights are dim, and the world that has been invaded by the rain is extremely clean.