At this moment, a soldier came running in from the gate and entered the house.

Alayanzong leaned down again and leaned down on the ridge of the house, continuing to observe the movement in the room.

I only heard the soldier's report: "Lord Qiqi, the house caught fire and soon collapsed, presumably the man was buried underneath, so the fire was extinguished, and all the personnel have withdrawn to the manor." ”

Mednan laughed and waved his right hand, "Go down!"

The soldier got up and departed.

Mednan was overjoyed, turned his head to Mednan and said, "Big brother, that guy has been burned to death by fire, the house has collapsed, and God has buried it, which has also relieved the hatred in my heart. ”

Unexpectedly, Mednan just sighed, and did not look happy. "Fourth brother, you only tried to be fast for a while, and you forgot the purpose of going home this time. How do you get enough rations, and how do you find the herbs?

Mednanqiang's smile immediately froze, "This... This ......"

"Hahahaha!" said Medshanwu, who was lying on the chaise longue, laughing, "I think my father was usually resourceful and sometimes scheming, but I didn't expect to be stumped by a dead man today." It's not easy to ask for food and grass!"

When Mednan heard this, his unobtrusive son seemed to have a way, and he didn't care about his disrespectful words, and his eyes widened with spirit, and he asked, "Does my son have a good plan?"

Even that Mei Denanqiang was a little surprised, and then said: "If the virtuous nephew has a good way to talk quickly, don't let the fourth uncle lose his head." ”

Medsang Wu cocked Erlang's legs on the recliner, his feet dangled, and his expression was even more disrespectful at this time, and he didn't even look at the old guys.

"My father is a little old and confused, even if he doesn't die, let us arrest him, can you still get grain and grass from him? Where can a poor ghost get you it, isn't it wishful thinking? But when he dies, the grain and grass are better to get. Hey, hey!"

"Stinky boy, what are you selling, say it quickly!" Mednan was a little anxious when he saw that Med Shangwu was pretentious and didn't get down to business.

Dmitry said slowly: "How little food is there in our family? Whoever drinks the medicinal soup will let him spit it out. Isn't this all for now!"

Mednan didn't understand for a while, with a puzzled face, he turned his face and glanced at Mednan, "He is ......"

But when Mednan heard this, his face turned from gloomy to clear, so he stroked his sparse beard, and laughed: My son is smart, and it is really better to be blue than blue!"

Mednanqiang was still confused, "This...... Big brother, what kind of dumb riddle are you father and son playing, and what kind of method is it to raise food and grass?"

"Hahahaha!" said Captain Mednan, who had no worries before, and was now full of joy, stroked his beard again:

"That guy asked me to open a warehouse to release grain, which caused this official grain to be insufficient. Thinking that the families have not finished eating, let them hand it back, and the amount will naturally be replenished. Even if they have already eaten something, it doesn't matter, make up some of our family's food enough for you to hand in. ”

Mednan Qiang let out an "oh", as if he suddenly realized, and suddenly said: "What about the herbs? Who will still have the herbs?"

Chief Mednan continued, "As for the herb, it's even more so. You have brought 500 soldiers, and there are 200 Zhuang in our manor, and there are 100 people in the homeless. At present, there are nearly 1,000 people in the townships and towns who are closed and are not allowed to go out. Tomorrow, you let the soldiers and the people in the town go to Nanshan to look for medicinal herbs. No matter how rare that herb is, it will give you enough in two or three days. ”

"Oh oh oh!" said Mednan Qiang from confusion to understanding, and said in his heart, it is strange that such wisdom as his eldest brother does not make a fortune, and suddenly it occurred to him that this idea was remembered by Medshangwu, and he felt that this unobtrusive nephew had a trick better than his father.

"That's a good idea. In this way, I will be able to make a difference, and our family will be rich if I pay the errand. Oh! Brothers are united in their profits!Hahahaha!"

Mednanqiang couldn't help but laugh happily.

After listening to the conversation between the three of them, Alayanzong was even more angry. In order to fulfill the king's command, he did not care about the life and death of the people.

Without food, the people will starve to death, and without herbs, the plague will spread quickly if it is not controlled. Then the area around Dmide Manor will be as no-man's land as Allah's Castle by Sea.

These pests will be eliminated quickly!

Thinking of this, Alayanzong jumped down from the ridge of the roof, pushed it with both hands, and the door opened.

The three of Mednan were laughing freely, when suddenly a man broke into the house, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

After all, Mednanqiang was a soldier, and he reacted relatively quickly, and when he stopped laughing, "Oh" stood up, pulled out the sword at his waist, and pointed at the masked Alayanzong, "Bah! Where did the thief come from?

Mednan was stunned for a moment, his facial muscles froze, and as soon as he stood up from his chair, the muscles of his whole body seemed to freeze as well, and he remained motionless.

Medsanwu was even more frightened, he was closest to Alayanzong, and he wanted to stand up and retreat, but his weak body was really not angry, and he kicked his legs twice and lay down on the chaise longue again.

Alayanzong was not in a hurry, took off his scarf and said, "The thief who returns his soul to collect debts." ”

Seeing that it was Alayanzong, Mednan sat down on the chair again, his lips trembling and making a sound, "This... How is this possible?"

Dmitry Shangwu's body shook on the chaise longue, his body like a sifting chaff, "Hell!"

Although Mednanqiang had a twist in his legs, he still held on, his long sword trembling, "Alayanzong? You... Is it a human or a ghost?"

Alayanzong's eyes stared straight at Mednanqiang, and his right hand drew his short sword from his waist.

As he walked forward, he said slowly: "I am a ghost, a powerful ghost who sent the king of Hades alive to see the real king of Hades!"

As he spoke, he had come to Dmitry Shangwu. Seeing that Alayanzong's face was solemn, his eyes were on fire, but he didn't stare at him, just at his fourth uncle. But when he saw that the short sword was shining with cold light, the cold air was pressing, and he was not only shivering, but he also had goosebumps all over his body, and he was already incontinent.

The dagger slid swiftly in front of him. This was the last sight he saw in this world, and with a splash of blood on his neck, this living Hades had really gone to find the real Hades.

Alayanzong didn't stop, he still walked forward slowly, letting the blood drip from the tip of the sword.

"I am human, I am the last living person you see in the world!"

Mednan Qiang watched Alayanzong kill Medshangwu with a single sword, hatred overcame fear, roared, and swung his sword towards Alayanzong.

When Mednan saw that the person who came was Alayanzong, he was of course very shocked, and when the short sword slashed at Medshanwu's neck, it seemed to be slashed at his neck.

Seeing the blood rushing out of Dmitry Shangwu's neck, he felt a suffocation, a buzz in his head, and a dizziness in front of his eyes, as if he was dead.

As Mednan rushed towards the Alayan Sect with a howl, Elder Mednan immediately came to his senses, experiencing shock, fear, suffocation, trance, and now his head was full of bitterness and anger.

When the long and short swords of Mednanqiang and Alayanzong came into contact, Mednan let out a three-foot long sword from under the table of the Eight Immortals with a long "poof", and rushed forward.