Lin Bai bowed slightly, took out the key from the pocket of his clothes, and then slowly inserted it into the old-fashioned door.

Before, because it was getting late, and a few people were still some distance away from here, the impression of the house was only a rough outline.

After walking in, everyone found that the house in front of them was far more majestic than they thought, and the appearance of the house perfectly interpreted what is called ancient oriental beauty.

The house's delicate façade and soothing gazebo outside make it a great addition to your stay.

The building is about three stories high, and there are two stone statues at the door, which look like people but are hideous and weird, which startles Zhao Menghua, who walked in and saw clearly.

"Damn, what is this?"

Zhao Menghua shouted in surprise.

Soon, everyone's attention was also attracted by Zhao Menghua's voice, and the women who saw the stone statue also frowned. And Lu Mingfei recognized at a glance that this was not the sculpture on the encyclopedia before? However, according to Lu Mingfei, the stone statues of these two statues have existed much longer than the last week next door.

It's hard to imagine that a place doing business would put such a thing at the door.

The most important thing in front of the door is feng shui, generally speaking, the stone lion is put as a thing of the town, and the sculpture of a deadpool is placed at the door.

Seeing the group of people behind him stop, Lin Bai, who had been prepared, also spoke: "Are you surprised why I put this kind of thing at the door?" ”

The crowd didn't answer, but it was not difficult to see from their expressions that everyone was interested in the topic.

Lin Bai took out the white cloth from the bag behind him, slowly walked towards the two sculptures, and carefully wiped them, the piety in his expression made Su Xiaoqiao's goosebumps rise.

"Tell me quickly, uncle." Su Xiaoqiao made up his mind that if this uncle didn't make it clear why he put these things at the door, he would never go in, and the ghost knew if there was anything greasy inside.

"The Fishman, that's the name of this sculpture."

"It is both the hero of our village and the patron saint of our village."

Lin Bai began to narrate slowly.

This also starts with the anti-bandit operation in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, when Lin Bai was not yet born, so this story was also heard from the old people in the village.

It was late one night, the desperate mountain bandits scurried into a nameless small mountain village, and when the mountain bandits entered, they found that the people inside were actually living such a comfortable life.

The girl and the warehouse full of grain made them red-eyed in an instant, and they killed several men who were on guard on the spot, but this also alarmed the rest of the village.

But most of the people in the village are either old people who are already over half a hundred years old, or young children, where can they have combat effectiveness in the face of these mountain bandits who lick blood on their knives all year round?

Just when everyone didn't dare to say anything, a thin figure stood up.

The short stature and the thin figure caused by malnutrition looked so weak and weak in front of many mountain bandits, and a small leader secretly said that this was a good opportunity for Liwei.

He took two steps forward, took out a long knife from behind him and slashed at the young man's thin neck.

The old man in the village hurriedly covered the child's eyes, looking at the slowly falling blade, and a situation of death seemed to be irreversible.

The blade was already less than half a meter away from the young man's neck, and suddenly, he saw the young man bow down, bend into an extremely strange posture to avoid the attack of the little leader, and then turned around and hit the man's chest with a knee.

"Bang!"

A dull sound was particularly harsh in the village at night.

Five meters away, the originally arrogant little leader was lying on the ground, with gurgling blood flowing beside him, his chest was slightly undulating, and he had a lot of air in and a long breath out, and he couldn't live long.

This scene not only stunned the people in the village, but also made the jaws drop of the mountain bandits on the side, a child who was only half the height of the mountain bandits actually beat the sturdy mountain bandit like that with one blow, could this be the reincarnation of Nezha?

However, after a brief pause, the others quickly reacted, and took out their earthen knives and sticks and swirled around the boy.

Seeing that the people who came were not good, the old people in the village couldn't sit still, and even the children were out of the way, if they adults still dared to look at this old face, they didn't have to mess around, they all picked up hoes and sickles, and fought with the mountain bandits.

With the number of people for a while, they also fought evenly with the mountain bandits, just when everyone thought they saw the dawn of victory.

"Boom!"

A sound like thunder sounded, and a white-haired old man fell on the spot, and the blood hole in his chest also plunged everyone's hearts to the bottom.

"It's over, they've got a spear!"

The bandits, who had been divided into two routes, heard the movement and rushed over, which was much worse than here and there, and the rows of people who were lying around behind them were their trophies, including young girls and children hiding in the cellars.

"Autumn fragrance!" "Ling'er!"

The old people who saw their relatives tied up shouted unwillingly.

"Be honest!" The leader of the mountain bandits interrupted the shouts of the old people in dissatisfaction.

He was about to look around his captives with satisfaction, but the bandit leader couldn't help frowning when he saw the group of bandits lying on the ground.

"Wang Er, Wang Er?"

"Where's you, little man? Looking for death, right? Seeing that there was no response, the mountain bandit leader's temper gradually became irritable.

"Report to the boss, Wang Er is lying there." One of the bandits cautiously pointed to the little bandit leader who was lying dead on the ground.

Finding the main owner, the man spat impatiently, and then pointed to the thief who spoke: "Wang Er is really a waste, you will be the new leader in the future." ”

"Yes, thank you, Boss!" The bandit hurriedly agreed.

"So next, who will tell me how you group of wastes were beaten like this by a group of old, weak, sick and crippled?" There was a strong dissatisfaction in his tone, and the thieves on the side didn't dare to breathe, and secretly said where is this cheap.

A strong desire to survive drove him up, and slowly knelt down in front of the mountain bandit leader: "Don't you know, the king, we were originally in a good situation, but who knew that this hairy boy was killed, and he was seen as such a hairy brain, but in fact, he was very tiger, and his strength was infinite." ”

After listening to the words of the person in front of him, the bandit leader turned his head and curiously looked at the young man standing there.

"Boy, I heard that you are very good at fighting?" The bandit leader laughed.

The boy did not answer, his bleak face full of vigilance.

An old man hurriedly walked out and said: "My lord, you don't know, this child can't speak, he also made a mistake this time, you don't remember the villain, let him go." ”

"Old man, what you said is not right, children can be irresponsible? Impossible. ”

After speaking, the mountain bandit took out an earthen gun and fired a shot at the dog.

It was expected that no matter how good the dog was, he couldn't react so closely, so he fell down in response, causing everyone next to him to scream again and again.

"I wanted to spare the lives of you old things, but I suddenly regretted it and took it all away!"

Hearing the man's order, the bandits cheered, and a killing feast seemed to begin, and the girls let out a wail, rebelling against the injustice of fate.

The people of the village were gathered together by the mountain bandits and then taken to the lake, naturally for the purpose of making it easier to dispose of the corpses.

The villagers were lined up like livestock, and the people reluctantly closed their eyes and prepared to meet the fate of death.

"Ready, shoot!"

The bandit leader shouted with a smile, but after shouting, there was no gunshot.

"What the hell, you're dying with this group of old men, right?" The mountain bandit leader shouted dissatisfied.

In the next second, a burst of screams erupted, and the sound was no less tragic than being disemboweled.

The man also realized that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly asked his subordinates to take torches to see what the situation was, but the moment he looked around, even the leader of the mountain bandits, who had been wandering in the pile of dead people all year round, turned pale.

A bunch of people around them vomited directly, corpses and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and blood was sprinkled all over the lake as if it didn't need money.

They didn't have time to finish spitting, and there was no need to spit up, because they quickly became part of the earth.

"What kind of monster the hell are you, you, you!"

The leader of the mountain bandits crawled on the ground in embarrassment, because his legs had long since disappeared from their roots, and it was not difficult to see from the irregular fracture that they were torn alive.

The last thing the bandit leader saw was a face full of scales, and the bloody hole on his forehead was so striking and soul-snatching.

The villagers didn't know what was going on, and they were all ready to go on the road, but the bandits suddenly shouted first.

Just when everyone was confused, an old man suddenly shouted excitedly: "Are you a dog baby?" ”

Everyone turned their heads one after another, and the next second, only the sound of falling water was heard.

When everyone rushed over, they only saw blood all over the ground but no corpses, and as for the dog baby that the old man said, there was no trace of it.

The old man examined the shore and finally found a pitch-black scale.

"Dressed in scales, able to enter the water, the body is different from ordinary people, don't speak human language, it turns out that the dog baby is the offspring of the fish people, no wonder he hasn't spoken."

The story of the dog baby saving the village is widely spread, and the people of the village go to the lake every year to commemorate the dog baby, and finally the nameless village is also renamed the fish man village.

As he spoke, Lin Bai's voice stopped abruptly.

The story can be regarded as a successful end, but Lu Mingfei's attention is not here, there are too many slots in the whole story, although I don't know how they turned such a story into a third-person cinematic narrative, but others have good intentions, in order to let future generations not forget their roots.

But the dog baby in the story is obviously a mixed race with unstable blood, how can it be that he only killed those mountain bandits? Could it be that he still retains a certain amount of sanity?

Originally, Lu Mingfei didn't want to believe that those monsters were still sensible, after all, he had killed Deadpool with his own hands in an Internet café, and it was obviously a monster without reason.

But the Deadpools that Lu Mingfei saw later in Nibegan, except for his strange posture, were actually not much different from living people, and could speak and think.

Deadpool is a species that suddenly becomes mysterious.

Just as Lu Mingfei was thinking, a voice pulled him back to reality.

"Uncle, I apologize for what I said earlier." Su Xiaoqiao said embarrassedly.

"Feelings, this girl really takes this thing seriously, huh?" Lu Mingfei thought helplessly.