Before Liang Xiaodong could figure out what it was, Lu Mingfei suddenly picked up the "humanoid metamorphosis" and kicked open the broken wooden door behind him.

"Don't take it off!"

He shouted, then raised his hand and pressed the skins into the air.

"Brother Lu, what's wrong?" Liang Xiaodong asked.

"Your Majesty has his own reasons for doing this." Lao Zhangtou walked quickly to Lu Mingfei, and as soon as the skins fell off, he picked them up and handed them to Lu Mingfei.

Ahem!

After a cough, the glow of the flashlight made several people's eyes squint slightly, "Who doesn't sleep at night, what are they doing in the old mansion?" ”

Followed by some hoarse voices, there was an old man in an old hat.

"Whose kid is here to hide the cat?"

The old man groped on the ground with a blind pole in one hand, and swept over several people with a flashlight in the other.

"Hurry home."

Seeing this, Liang Xiaodong came to the old man, his hands kept shaking in front of his eyes, but the other party did not react.

"Uncle, what are you doing here?"

"Out-of-towners?" The old man turned to look at Liang Xiaodong, and then said, "There's no place to live, right?" ”

"Alas.....," the old man sighed, "there is no hotel in these ten miles and eight villages, and too, there is no one to live in our gang of bad old men and old ladies." ”

"If you can still do it, go to the bud rice field.....

"Uncle, where are all the young people in this place?" Liang Xiaodong asked curiously.

"You must have thought it was a part-time job in the city, right?"

The old man smiled, and then said with a proud expression on his face: "Tell you, every household in this Chenjia Village is a 100 million yuan household. ”

"What?" Liang Xiaodong's eyes grew, "Look at you, this doesn't look like it." ”

"You're still young, and this is called wealth not being exposed." After speaking, the old man took out two pieces of Patek Philippe from his army-green trouser pocket and said, "See, I can buy you a few lives." ”

"Uncle, this thing is a high imitation."

"Fart, have you heard of the Black Prince Group?" The old man put away the two watches and continued: "Everyone here is a shareholder of the Black Prince Group. ”

"Uncle, why are you bragging?" Liang Xiaodong almost laughed out loud, "The shareholders of the world's top 500 companies live in such a small fishing village where birds don't? ”

"What birds don't!" The old man raised the blind pole and hit Liang Xiaodong's ass accurately, "Tell you, this is the mausoleum of our ancestors!" ”

"Hurry up and follow me, don't disturb the rest of the ancestors in the old courtyard." The old man pulled Liang Xiaodong over.

"Brother Lu, Brother Lu!" Liang Xiaodong shouted, and then grabbed it with both hands.

"What's going on?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"This old man said that we have disturbed the eighteenth generation of his ancestors." Liang Xiaodong pointed to the old man and said.

Lu Mingfei looked at the old man's feelings, anger and sympathy coexisted in a very conflicting manner, and pride was the main color of the old man.

"Excuse me, old man." He smiled and saluted the old man, and then asked, "Then where should we go to spend the night?" ”

"This kid is okay, he can talk." The old man looked at Lu Mingfei, "I don't look like a bad person, and you have a child, so you can go to my house if you can't do it." ”

After speaking, he took Lu Mingfei and a few people towards the east end of the village.

Syllable!

After the sound of the switch, the energy storage lamp lit up faintly, like a candle lit in ancient times.

"Old man, can you tell me who is enshrined in this place?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"It must be the ancestors of the Chen family." As soon as the old man took off his shoes, he crossed his legs on the clay kang.

"Any name?"

"The genealogy is placed in the patriarch's place, and I can't remember how many ancestors there are." The old man took a puff of dry smoke, spit out the smoke and said, "This greatest ancestor should be Emperor Shun." ”

"Emperor Shun of the Yu Kingdom?" Lu Ming had to avoid the smoke, and sometimes it wasn't a good thing for the organs to be too sensitive.

"That's right!" The old man said with a proud expression.

"So you're the prince of Yu?"

"Hahaha!" The old man laughed, "You kid really knows how to chat." ”

"Are all the princes who are out there coming back recently?"

"How do you know? A big festival is going to be held recently, and last year it was a beautiful day. The old man took out a photo album from under the kang mat and gestured: "Hello, this Maybach, this Rolls-Royce and these people, the scenery, right?" ”

Lu Mingfei looked at the photo in front of him, his eyes were not on the car at all, and the face in the middle caught his attention.

"Old man, who is this person?" Lu Mingfei asked, pointing to the photo.

The old man looked at it and said casually, "Patriarch." ”

"He is the contemporary Emperor Shun?"

Lu Mingfei said in his heart that it was no wonder, this person's face was white and no different from a dead man, and it seemed that he was looking for someone to continue the dragon vein of Yu Kingdom.

"His name is Chen Xiuquan?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"It's not." The old man shook his head, "You're talking about the founder of the Black Prince Group. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he said a little angrily: "In those years, he made a fortune with his daughter-in-law, but he didn't want his ancestors anymore, so he changed his surname to Shao with his father-in-law." ”

"Don't mention those ones, let's go to bed early." After the old man finished speaking, he lay down on the kang and hummed leisurely with his legs crossed.

When Lu Mingfei just lay down, Konstantin on the side suddenly knelt down with his head covered.

"Xiaokang, what's wrong?" Liang Xiaodong came to Konstantin, and just as he was about to pull up the other party, his fingers burned a blister.

"Is this a high fever?" He shook his fingers and looked at Lu Mingfei, who instantly came to Konstantin and pressed his head with one hand.

"There is no life and no measure, vacuum hometown, hold the yuan and keep one, and be at ease."

While Lu Mingfei was thinking, countless and Dilian under him bloomed at the same time.

"Immeasurable birth, immeasurable birth." Konstantin looked reverent, but his temples were bruised.

The lotus flowers under their feet bloom one moment and wither the next.

Suddenly, he lowered his hands and shouted hysterically, "Brother! ”

The high temperature instantly emanated from his body and pounced on Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei had to sacrifice a large piece of belly to block it, and when he put down the burnt belly, Konstantin in front of him disappeared.

"What about the well-off?" Liang Xiaodong asked.

"Stay here!" Lu Mingfei ran out after speaking.

"Oh!" The old man almost didn't jump up from the kang, "You are all like the patriarch, and you have great powers." ”

"Old man, I don't know anything, don't you." Liang Xiaodong smiled proudly, "This is all a small scene." ”

On a barren hill not far from the small fishing village, Konstantin stood on the edge of a cliff facing the sea, his huge wings squeezing out of his shoulder blades, and roared in a voice that should not be human: "Brother, where are you!" ”

"Impossible!"

"How could he, how could he give his brother to death!"

He suddenly turned to Lu Mingfei who had just dared to come and said, "Brother Fusu, you won't let my brother die, right?" ”

"Didn't you say that it would make us live in seclusion?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the boy in front of him and said with a smile: "It's okay, your brother is not dead, I can feel it." ”

When he was about to touch Konstantin, Lu Mingfei suddenly looked not far away.

A boy in a black dress holds a flute and plays a rhythmic old repertoire.

"What are you doing here?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Brother, aren't you here to see the play?" Lu Mingze stopped the flute, came to Konstantin and touched his head and said, "What a poor child." ”

"But, brother, you're really not afraid of death if you choose this place to sleep." Lu Mingze suddenly threw the flute into the air.

When the flute fell again, the corpses scattered all over the mountains were lying in pools of blood, they were dressed in gold armor, each wearing a bronze mask.

In the middle of the pile, a brown-haired man carried a wooden box with six sword hilts on his back.

He held a giant machete in his right hand, and on his left, a golden military flag with the word "Meng" written on it flashed brightly under his hand.