"Zhang Ma, what are you doing!"

Zhang Quangui looked at his son and trembled with anger.

Zhang Mazi's real name is Zhang Ma, just because he has a face full of pockmarks, so he is called Zhang Mazi by everyone, and later he got used to being called, and others forgot his original name, only his father whose face was full of ravines still remembered.

"Dad, I don't have to die! Hurry! There are a few more over there! Kill them! You don't have to die!"

Zhang Mazi roared with a crazy expression, just now he didn't feel sad or angry when he watched Zhou Zheng, who had been playing since he was a child, being torn apart and then devoured by those powerful ghosts in front of him.

Instead, the shadow of death loomed over him.

Nanfeng's actions had a strong impact on his mind.

He doesn't want to die!

Since he doesn't want to die, someone else has to die!

While everyone is attracted to the South Peak.

He sneaked up in front of a man, and he cruelly cut off the man's head, who usually didn't even dare to kill a chicken.

"Smack!"

Zhang Quangui slapped his son in the face.

"Rebel!

"You know! What you're doing!"

"That's your third uncle!

Zhang Quangui shouted bitterly.

"Dad!" Zhang Mazi screamed miserably, and then roared frantically: "It's all about this at this time, you old guys want to die! I haven't lived enough!"

When Zhang Quangui heard this, he was even more angry and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, pointing at Zhang Ma speechless.

The emotional entanglement in this world is indeed more interesting than the struggle in that world. Xueluo laughed and shouted three good words in a row.

"In order to thank you for letting me see this big show, you, and you, you two, Uncle Ben, I will let you go today, as for the others, ......"

As Xueluo pointed at Nan Feng and Zhang Mazi, he suddenly stared at the others in the square, and said in vain, "Now, you can make a choice." ”

Hearing that he could live, Zhang Mazi was ecstatic on his face, but he suddenly found that he was still carrying the bloody human head in his hand.

At this time, he reacted to the fear, and hurriedly threw the head out.

The head was spinning.

Following the bloodstains, everyone saw the cheeks that had turned gray from blood loss, and the horror on that face.

A door to the devil as if it were a door.

Several villagers walked towards the man who was still crawling on the ground with expressionless faces.

"No...... No. ”

There is no mercy and no fear.

The hand rises, and the knife falls.

The head is in the hand.

Killing, it's so easy!

The success of Nan Feng and Zhang Mazi made their resisting hearts submissive and then distorted.

Killing one is killing, and killing two is killing.

As long as they kill everyone, no one will know about their evil deeds.

It's messed up.

Except for the cries of the defenseless old and weak women and children, the others were like the most ruthless executioners.

They no longer stop at those who are dying, and the butcher's knife reaches out to their companions.

They have no fear, and they have lost their humanity.

They can't even be called human anymore!

Blood Luo created a group of monsters to come out.

When all the weak were dead, they turned their eyes to the hard bone in the middle—the hunting party.

Tears welled up in Zhang Tie's eyes.

This is the village he protects, and this is what he thinks are the weak people who need to be protected.

On his deathbed, his father told him that the village's legacy was guarded by hunting parties.

His name is Zhang Tie, and he wants to guard the village like the iron wall, and even more like the forged divine soldier, he will kill all the beasts in the future!

"You are my arrogant son! ”

"Although the village is surnamed Nan, you remember it to me! The Nan family is kind to us! If you have kindness, you have to repay it!"

"I'll name you Zhang Tie, you are the copper wall of Nancun!

The father's arrogant last words were still echoing in his ears, but the person who was being guarded was beside him and bared his fangs.

Zhang ...... Iron, what should we do. ”

Zuo Tian looked at those people in fear, and the nightmare he had been doing for a long time had finally come true.

It was as if he had returned to that night, when the child in the woman's arms had been violently snatched.

Everyone looked at it with blank expressions.

The firelight reflected their faces.

Then, there was color.

The laughter, the cursing, the beating and scolding, the woman's crying, and the child's innocent expression turned right on him.

The world collapsed.

It's silent.

Only the fire, burning.

More and more prosperous.

Zhang Tie looked at the trembling young man, he used to think that this young man who didn't grow up was the biggest threat to the village, so he wanted to drive him out of the village, but now, he realized that he was wrong.

The faith in my heart collapsed, and it was more painful than death.

What is the meaning of being alive?

He trembled and took out the knife in his hand and put it on his neck.

The sharp edge of the knife cut through his skin, and blood ran down his neck.

"Don't!"

"Zhang Tie, put the knife down!"

The hunting team members were stunned when they saw Zhang Tie's actions, and shouted desperately.

Zhang Tie was unmoved, his face showing exhaustion.

"My father died for the sake of Nancun, and he entrusted me with the responsibility of protecting the village, and I am honored to have you brothers who lived and died together. ”

He looked around, and then said, "It's me who didn't protect the village, this is the punishment, this is the punishment of God!"

Tears flowed down his cheeks, no longer transparent, but blood-red.

Everyone watched in horror.

"Zhang Tie, it's not your fault!

Ning Maniac roared at him.

"Captain!"

Everyone in the hunting party shouted in unison.

"I ...... Tired. ”

Zhang Tie closed his eyes and slowly spit out this sentence.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Zuotian.

"Zuo Tian, I'm sorry for you all these years, after I die, the head will be handed over to you, if you ...... If you can really live. ”

Hatred flashed in Zhang Tie's eyes.

"I think, you know what I mean. ”

He said slowly.

Zhang Tie is a high-ranking person in the village, so he naturally knows those unknown secrets.

For example, the existence of immortals, the ancestor of the Nan family, is a cultivator.

And their ancestor Zhang is the follower of that cultivator.

As for why he ended up in this mountain village, he also learned from the classics in the village that the ancestor of the Nan family was squeezed out by the family because he had no spiritual roots.

The ancestor of their Zhang family followed that lineage, and finally lived in seclusion here, and spread out.

He even knew that cultivation had to have a spiritual root.

And mortals who do not have spiritual roots intermarry with each other, and the children who give birth to spiritual roots are simply not one in a thousand.

Therefore, he pinned his hope of revenge on Zuo Tian, an outsider.

When he saw Zuo Tian treating Ash that day, he knew that this young man was not a monster, but a cultivator.

The calming aura that emanates from the white light is the aura recorded in the classics!

"You remember! You came out of the South Village. ”

"You have to remember even more! This is what you owe me Zhang Tie! You owe me Zhang Tie's life!"

Zuo Tian looked at Zhang Tie, who was hoarse, in a daze, and at this moment, all the previous obstacles disappeared.

It was as if he felt a force pressing down on him, so heavy.

That power.

It's called a mission.