The old man has seen dozens of heads in just half a year, and his relatives and sons have all become a lump of minced meat on the stage.

The old man had already become a little numb, and he didn't have any panic when he saw the head of the Yang landlord, not even any fright.

Until he saw the face of the human head clearly.

Yang landlord? Yang landlord? Yang landlord!

The head of the Yang landlord!! Head!

Landlord Yang is dead?!

Landlord Yang is dead! Landlord Yang is dead!

The old man instantly became a little insane, and shouted as he ran towards the village.

"Landlord Yang is dead!! Landlord Yang is dead!! Hahahahaha! Landlord Yang is dead! ”

The old man's cry woke up the whole village, and the people opened their windows to see the old man shouting and running outside.

"What's wrong with the old grandson?"

"I don't know"

"What is he shouting?"

"It seems that something is dead, don't speak, I'll listen carefully, it seems to be said that the landlord Yang is dead? Landlord Yang is dead! ”

One of them heard it clearly and shouted it out without shouting, and almost everyone else heard it and shouted it out one after another.

"Landlord Yang is dead!"

"Landlord Yang is dead!"

"Landlord Yang is dead!"

For a moment everyone rushed out, but when they all stepped out of the room, they all froze in place.

Finally, all eyes were focused on the old man, and he saw the old man running with all his strength while shouting.

But his half-cut body could not withstand it, and he soon fell to the ground, his body instinctively gasping for breath.

The vocal cords were still working hard, and the old man's mouth was constantly making mosquito-like sounds.

"Landlord Yang is dead......"

As he spoke, his deadwood-like face put on a strong smile that seemed to be using all his might, even slightly distorted.

I don't know who saw the old man's door and said something.

"What's that one at the door of Old Man Sun?"

The others also looked towards the old man's door, and one of them took the lead, and the rest of the villagers followed the man.

When everyone approached, they saw clearly that it was the head of the Yang landlord.

I don't know who took the lead, everyone kicked it, and the pain on the surface of the foot seemed to be covered by hatred.

Constantly people with forks and hoes also attacked the head, and the flesh and blood of the Yang landlord's head were blurred, and soon turned into a human head and turned into a skull wrapped in rotten meat.

There are also many people who have been injured by mistake, but they can no longer be afraid, and the emotional impact of hatred has been ignored in the past.

It was not until a long time had passed that the crowd stopped, for there was a sound of footsteps coming from the mountain road, which kept coming towards them.

The villagers couldn't help but look there, and the fear in their hearts was slightly higher, and the forks and hoes in their hands tightened a little.

The figure finally walked out of the mountain road, and everyone could see that it was the young man who had come with a young girl before.

At this time, the young man's clothes were covered with blood, and his white cheeks were also splashed with a large patch of blood.

The horsetail knife in his hand did not have any traces of blood, but the wound in his hand continued to flow blood to the blade along the hilt.

The trace of evil qi in his body also kept running, and the villagers made way for him one after another.

I saw the young man walk to the door of the Yang Landlord's Mansion, a large wooden door that originally required two adults to push open.

The young man pushed it open, and everyone looked inside through the open door.

In the courtyard of the Yang Mansion, there were many black-clothed servants with festering flesh and exposed bones, looking very terrifying.

When they heard the sound of the door being opened, they all turned their heads to look there, and there was one servant whose eyelids had lost their eyelids and fell straight out of their sockets.

The villagers outside gasped when they saw it, and just as they wanted to turn around and run, they saw that the young man had closed the wooden door alone again, and the villagers could not see the situation inside.

The villagers returned to their homes one after another and began to pack their things, some of them planned to run away now, and some of them planned to pack up their things and run away when they had the situation.

But no matter how you think about it, everyone is packing up.

No one cared about the old man Sun who fell outside, and the old man's mouth kept talking.

"Landlord Yang is dead......"

Saliva continued to flow down with tears, and after a while the sound stopped, but the old man's eyes did not close.

I don't know if he's dead or exhausted, but no one cares about him.

In the Yang Mansion, Han Yiming made Xiao Zhi turn into a bird again, holding a black-handled sword, and the black-clothed servants who rushed over turned into black ashes.

Xiao Zhi shook the black-handled sword in his hand, even if there was no blood sticking to it, but this was a habit left over from when it was still human.

Han Yiming walked to the door of the girl's room, and when he saw that the door was knocked open, he was instantly a little anxious and rushed in.

I prayed in my heart that the girl wouldn't have an accident, the girl was a heart, rare in the world, full of treasures, and I was distressed if I was missing.

After rushing into the door, Han Yiming was relieved to see that the girl on the bed was safe and sound, he found that the girl had been staring at the ground.

Then he looked down and saw that the old thing with no hind legs was lying on the ground, holding the legs of a black-clothed servant and gnawing.

The black-clad servant kept hitting the old thing on the head with his fist, but it didn't have any effect at all, and the old thing still gnawed at his leg one by one.

His withered, blackened muscles were eaten by the old thing like beef jerky, bite by bite.

Han Yiming was a little speechless in his heart, and the horsetail knife in his hand beheaded the black-clothed servant at once, turning into a plate of black ash in an instant.

The old thing on the ground began to cough as well, spitting out mouthfuls of black ash.

It seems that it has eaten a lot, as can be seen from the two small piles of black ash that came out of its mouth.