Chapter 4: The Man in Blood

To be honest, Mu Chunyang was very guilty from beginning to end, although it was an accident, but after all, he hurt his classmates, and it is not difficult to understand that they hate themselves.

The friends in the school called Mu Chunyang a monster, thinking about how to bully Mu Chunyang all day long, but Mu Chunyang didn't think so, every time he got out of the hall, several teenagers got together and discussed how to play tricks on Mu Chunyang, but every time he got out of the hall, Mu Chunyang flew out and rushed straight to the house.

Although there are people chasing Mu Chunyang every day, his childhood is very lonely, because their purpose is to bully Mu Chunyang, and Mu Chunyang's only fun in childhood is to taunt and provoke those children who chase him, watching them laugh out loud and angry.

In this way, Mu Chunyang grew up in being chased, for eight years, almost without a day, no matter the wind and rain, whether it was a harsh winter, or a scorching summer, every day a group of teenagers chased Mu Chunyang, scolding and scolding, too long had passed, maybe they had forgotten why they chased Mu Chunyang every day, but they just chased it every day.

In Mu Chunyang's childhood, there was a very good little friend, nicknamed Little Slug, except for the master's call to her real name, everyone seemed to forget that her name was Bai Zhiruo, but when Mu Chunyang was ten years old, she dropped out of school because of her father's alcoholism accident, Mu Chunyang and her master also went to her home many times to persuade her to return to school, and the master also mentioned many times that she did not need to be restrained, but she always said resolutely:" This is my own decision, not a matter of money, I understand your kindness, you don't need to persuade me. "In the end, it can only be fruitless.

When Mu Chunyang was twelve years old, Bai Zhiruo was taken away by an old monk, it is said that a foreign monk in the foreign region took a fancy to her qualifications and wanted to take her to witness the Great Road of Immortality.

In the five years since then, Mu Chunyang has really become a loner, alone every day, and without any friends around him.

It's another year of early spring, unconsciously Mu Chunyang is almost seventeen years old, there is no little slug, Mu Chunyang has walked alone for five years, whenever after the hall, Mu Chunyang runs home, and after eating in a hurry, he sits alone on the threshold of the chief housekeeper Chen in a daze, he never leaves the courtyard of the Chen family, and does not return to the house to sleep until late at night. Today is no exception.

Since Mu Chunyang can remember, he has been calling Chen Zhenghua Uncle Chen, as he grows up, Mu Chunyang has always been curious about who his father and mother are, what is the relationship between Chen Zhenghua and himself, why Chen Zhenghua keeps calling himself a little master, these questions have been haunting Mu Chunyang's heart, every time Mu Chunyang asks Chen Zhenghua these questions, Chen Zhenghua always prevaricates in the past, and never tells Mu Chunyang the truth.

Chen Zhenghua is very afraid that Mu Chunyang will go back to Xiangfu after knowing his identity, Chen Zhenghua is not afraid that Mu Chunyang will abandon him, but is afraid that Mu Chunyang will never be able to come back once he goes, after all, it was Mu Feng who abandoned Mu Chunyang, and it is not impossible for him Mu Feng to do something like tiger poison and eat children, besides, Mu Chunyang grew up in Chen's family since he was a child, although he has no blood relationship, but in Chen Zhenghua's heart, Mu Chunyang has long been his son Chen Zhenghua. Even if Mu Feng doesn't kill Mu Chunyang, with his identity and status as Chen Zhenghua, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see Mu Chunyang a few times again in this life.

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White Lotus Village, a group of folk scattered cultivation gathering place, just set up in the south of the town where Mu Chunyang lives, it is said that their village owner is the strength of Jindan Realm, cultivation is still possible, but they have never burned and looted, all day long to study some strange things, it is said that their village owner also once studied a kind of wooden kite, can fly only without spiritual power, because it has never hurt the heavens and reason, the court is too lazy to suppress, now, the White Lotus Village has developed to more than 300 people.

One day, a man in blood appeared outside the White Lotus Village, and the man in blood looked indifferent and said: "Tell your village master to come out, I have something to talk about." ”

A man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks said: "Our village owner is not here, you can go back!"

The man in blood didn't say much, he slowly raised his hand, and a palm shot out of the air, and the man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks was directly hit by this palm in the air until he spit blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. The man in blood was indifferent to this, and gave the other people in the village a look, and everyone could see a sentence from his eyes, either ask you to come out, or I will kill all of you.

How dare the other people in the village talk nonsense, someone immediately rushed in to report, and a few people cowered to check the condition of the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man just now, and finally found that the man had already lost his breath and died thoroughly, but at this moment they couldn't even look at the blood-clothed man.

After less than a quarter of an hour, a big man with a bare chest, a big belly, and a full chest hair walked out surrounded by the younger brothers, and before he reached the gate of the fence of the stockade, he shouted loudly: "Who dares to hurt my brother without knowing whether he is alive or dead, hey, the boy is you, right?"

The man in blood frowned, and in the next moment, the man in blood entered the stockade in a flash, and said in a very arrogant tone: "Are you the owner of this stockade?"

Dahan is also a knowledgeable person, seeing that the man in blood is so skilled, he must not be a person he can deal with, so he changed his tone and said: "Lord Hui, the owner of the village is not here, I am the second master of this White Lotus Village, you can tell me anything on the line, I can already call the shots." ”

The man in the bloody suit looked the big man up and down and said, "I came today to ask you to do me a favor. ”

Dahan hurriedly laughed and said: "Where are the adults, it is a small honor for adults to be able to find small things to do, how dare you use the word please." ”

The man in blood slapped the big man's face, and said with a smile: "You are quite sensible, the purpose of my trip is to let you kill someone." ”

The big man said with a puzzled face: "Isn't it easy to kill a person with your skills, adult, and you still use it-"

Before the big man finished speaking, he knelt on the ground, and hurriedly begged for mercy, the man in blood waved his sleeves and snorted coldly: "You are qualified to ask about my affairs?"

Dahan nodded his head again and again, and finally Dahan knelt on the ground and asked tremblingly, "Who does the adult want me to kill?"

The man in blood said blandly: "Hanliu Town, Mu Chunyang"

Dahan still had a question to ask, but the next moment he immediately swallowed the words back into his stomach. The man in blood obviously saw what the big man meant, but he didn't make a move, but took out a pill and handed it to the big man, and at this moment the big man's face turned green with fright.

The man in blood said arrogantly: "I don't need poison to kill you, this is a reward for you and me for cooperation, and you will be the number one in your village if you eat it." ”

The big man took the pill and said gratefully to the man in blood, "Thank you for the reward, the small one was originally the work of the adult." ”

After the big man finished kowtowing, he looked up and saw that the man in blood was already standing outside the village, and in the next moment, the man in blood disappeared without a trace.