The corpses were cleaned out of the rubble, and the flesh was eaten into white bones in just a few days before the stench could spread.

The child is happily busy at the moment, packing up what he thinks is useful. Because the man he didn't know said he was going to take him out of here.

The sword-wielder still sat lightly on the ground, indifferent to the dust staining his clean clothes.

The child glanced at the sword resting on the man's lap, scratched his head, and pulled a small short knife from his waist.

It was the one that the children used to fight the giant wolf before, and the children found the giant wolf's corpse and retrieved it again. After looking at it for a while, I wiped it a few times with my greasy cuffs, and I couldn't help but feel guilty, I didn't even think about cherishing it after using it for so long. It's not too late, it's not too late, the child comforts himself in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, the boy ran to the square stone and started digging. The sword-wielder hesitated for a moment, and when he saw the child digging deeper and deeper, knowing that a beast-like corpse was exposed, he exclaimed, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The child looked back at the sword-bearer, "I'm going to take it with me, I'm going to leave with it." ”

The sword-wielding man held his forehead with a burning head: "Okay, okay, the deceased rest in peace, you move it and it will look for you at night." ”

When the child heard this, his eyes suddenly flashed with hope: "Really?" and began to dig even more cheerfully.

"Hey, hey, hey!" the sword-wielder had to intervene to stop it: "The deceased is disrespectful to the deceased, since it is buried here, it cannot be allowed to re-expose the wilderness, understand?"

The child was suspicious, and after a moment of silence, he filled the pit back in.

Perhaps he had been alone for too long, and the child seemed to have endless words to the sword-wielder, and from time to time he would ask a question that was very puzzling to the sword-wielder.

"Hey!"

“？”

"Hey!"

“......”

"Hey!"

The sword-bearer finally couldn't take it anymore, and reached out and flicked a loud finger on the child's forehead, causing the child to squat down with his head in pain.

"Hey, hey, don't you know it's rude?" said the sword-wielder.

The child covered his head and looked up at the sword-wielder with bared teeth: "What should I call it?"

The sword-wielder suddenly stood up, swung his slightly sore legs that had been sitting for a long time, and shook off the dust on his clothes: "Of course it's called by name." ”

"Hello name?"

Before the words fell, I only heard the child's "oops", and received a muffled finger that was louder than before.

"Yan Lingchuan. ”

After that, he looked at the child who was holding his head and shaking his head in pain, and asked with a smile: "What about you?"

The child glanced up at Yan Lingchuan with resentment, and said indignantly,

"Mu Chenhao. ”

Under the sunset, Mu Chenhao and Yan Lingchuan sat on the top edge of the pile of rocks, watching the sunset sink and shallow and shallower.

Suddenly, Mu Chenhao opened his mouth and asked, "Yan Lingchuan, why are people different? Just like those people before, they wanted to kill me, but you were so good to me. ”

Yan Lingchuan looked at the distant horizon and replied nonchalantly: "Because in this world, there are good people and bad people. ”

Mu Chenhao seemed to understand whether he knew how to nod: "You are a good person?" Yan Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, and reached out to rub Mu Chenhao's head: "If you are good, you are a good person?"

Mu Chenhao was a little uncomfortable by this unprecedented action, twisted his head, and wanted to remove his hand from his head: "Isn't it?"

"Huh. Yan Lingchuan didn't care, and stretched lazily: "Of course not." "Stretch your eyes forward to the unreachable distance.

"A bad guy can only be a bad guy and he must be a bad guy. ”

After speaking, Yan Lingchuan looked at Mu Chenhao again: "Dusty boy, let me tell you, in the future, you had better be a bad person, a bad person who will take revenge and repay kindness." ”

Mu Chenhao was puzzled, lowered his head, but did not ask any more, for a while, the language was silent, and the atmosphere was frozen and difficult to understand.

In this world, there is a god who is not beautiful, so that good people have become ghosts.

Nian Cun Mountain, the only way to the only inhabited city not far away - Tianyan Capital. After a few days of travel, it is natural to find a place to rest.

But this Nian Cun Mountain is the only way to go, so some treacherous people smelled the business opportunity to make money. So this bandit's nest came into being, and one hundred and ten ruffians occupied the mountain as the king, dressed in the name of Nian Cun Mountain, and used the excuse of doing the right thing for the heavens, and the scourge did all kinds of evil.

The city guard of Tianyan Capital soon proclaimed himself the king and called himself the king of the horses, but he was lascivious all day long, too lazy to govern the government, and indifferent to foreign affairs, which made the wave of unpopular forces that could not be compared with Tianyan Capital at all in Nian Cun Mountain. But because there was no suppression by such a big force as Tianyandu, Nian Cun Mountain became more and more domineering and swelled more and more.

Among more than 100 people, there were three outstanding people, and they were pushed to the top three positions of Nian Cun Mountain.

One, called "Smiling Tiger", is named Qingping.

The two, called "flower snake", are called Song Budemon.

The three, called "the wrong ghost", are named Hu Zhun.

Fang Qingping looked kind-hearted, and then grinned with that earthy lips, he really thought that the rich man in the city had a benevolent heart, and he became the big leader of Nian Cun Mountain with his ability to persuade people to buy people's hearts by talking and talking, but this Fang Qingping was born with a Buddha face but a rakshasa heart, and he didn't know how many ignorant passers-by he had killed and how many poor women he had raped, so he had the name of the smiling tiger.

Song Budemon has no skills and is a thief, but he has studied in a private school for a few years, and he has a little ink in his stomach and serves as a military advisor.

If you want to say that the position of Nian Cunshan is really stable, it is still the three-headed Hu Zhun, who is burly and tall, with the strength of more than a dozen people, and I don't know where I got some opportunities to learn some martial arts, and the knife in my hand can also be passed to the mouth of the storyteller in the teahouse of Tianyandu, and because of the means that do not know how to show mercy, the opponents who fought against him were basically cut off their heads and were respected by the storyteller with the reputation of "the wrong ghost". Ke Rao is such a character, but his head is not very bright, and I don't know how Fang Qingping fooled Hu Zhun and asked him to obey his words. This Fang Qingping can sit firmly in the first place, which also has a lot to do with Hu Zhun.

In the path at the foot of the mountain, a young man and a child, the child carried a package larger than himself, and the two swaggered forward.

Three or five minions of Fenggang naturally saw this arrogant duo, and thought in their hearts to stop in front of the two, put the silver dangling short knife on their shoulders, and loudly said an opening sentence that was commonly used by the two masters in the past.

He who thinks so and does so.

Three or five people blocked in front of the two, and the first one tilted his head, cleared his throat, and said,

"This ......"

There was silence, only the frightened bird chirping in the distance, and the man who spoke suddenly lowered his head, scratched his fluffy messy hair, and turned back to ask the rest, "What is the way here?"

If you haven't attended a private school, it's really hard to remember something knowledgeable.

The few people who were questioned looked at each other, then shook their heads in response. The speaker suddenly felt embarrassed, glanced at the duo in front of him and felt very undignified, and lost a lot of face in front of his companions. As a result, a strong killing intent arose, not only killing people and overselling goods, but also whipping corpses to deflat.

The person who opened the mouth weighed the short-handled Pu knife in his hand a few times, and then looked at Yan Lingchuan, who seemed to be weak in front of him, completely ignoring Mu Chenhao, who was carrying a huge package beside him, so he did not intend to coerce the two to take the initiative to hand over their belongings, but decided to kill them and loot them himself.

As he thought about it, he walked forward with his knife in his hand, planning to approach the young man and suddenly swing his knife and slash him by surprise, and then kill the little one, effortlessly. was proud, and suddenly thought that he and the few people behind him were still holding knives, and secretly said what if he scared these two away.

Seeing that the two of them didn't move, I thought they were scared. The speaker walked up to the young man, and found that he was half a head shorter, and looked up for a while and felt that it was not easy to swing the knife at this angle, and lowered his head to think of other ways, but he saw a long sword at the young man's waist.

"Yo!" the speaker was startled, and took a few steps back like a big play. Before Yan Lingchuan could react, the speaker waved his hand: "Brothers, I met a ruthless man today, a bit of a trick, let's go together!"

Hearing this, several people behind him really rushed forward with short-handled miscellaneous knives.

The person who spoke was the closest, and was still wondering why the child couldn't see fear, when he heard the sigh of the young man in front of him, who was not a few feet away,

"There is no cure. ”

With a light hand in his hand, the knife in his hand was gone, and the person who opened his mouth was stunned and subconsciously lowered his head to look around, his eyes were blurred for a while, and his body fell back to the ground uncontrollably.

I wanted to open my mouth to ask, "What's the matter", but I found that I couldn't open my mouth, and I noticed that my knife ran into the hand of the young man in front of me, and my breathing stagnated in confusion and died violently.

The rest of the people watched the first person fall to the ground, their eyes widened and their pupils contracted, and they also fell to the ground without knowing it, and finally, they saw the bright red blood gushing out of the first person's body.

After a while, Mu Chenhao and Yan Lingchuan were sitting at the post gate at the foot of Niancun Mountain resting, eating some food they brought with them to replenish their strength, and there were several stiff corpses lying in the middle of the road not far away.

Mu Chenhao asked vaguely with a mouth full of food: "Yan Lingchuan, what are we doing here." ”

"And so on. ”

Mu Chenhao swallowed the food in his mouth and said puzzledly: "Wait for someone?"

Yan Lingchuan moistened his throat with saliva, and was not bored by Mu Chenhao's repeated questions: "Do you think those people just now are good or bad?"

Mu Chenhao thought about it carefully, and said seriously: "Good man." ”

"......" Yan Lingchuan choked on the water that he hadn't had time to swallow yet, and coughed, obviously this Mu Chenhao didn't follow his own routine.

I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you a good person?"

As he spoke, Mu Chenhao raised his head and looked at the corpse that seemed to have no temperature in the distance, and said word by word,

"Because, the good people are dead. ”