Lonely village, ruins, cold and dilapidated, Zhou Xun dressed in white gauze is like the only color in the gray tone, more like a complete elf in the broken picture scroll, followed by a huge white cat, standing quietly fifty meters outside the ancestral hall, without the slightest intention of interference.

Of course, Lin Muzhi didn't mean to let Zhou Xun help, after all, in the ancestral shrine not far away, the loving old man who was originally respected was a murderer with a musket in his hand.

"If I have any misfortune and fail to come out of this old mansion, for the sake of the twenty children who are still young, Miss Zhou Xun, if you find someone who is capable in the future, please help the children here!"

After resting for most of the day, Lin Muzhi gradually got used to the pain on his shoulders, and bowed slightly to Zhou Xun very respectfully.

"Just call me Zhou Xun, girl or something, I only listen to others when I'm filming!" Zhou Xun replied to Lin Muzhi with a light smile, without agreeing or refusing.

People who really know Zhou Xun know that Zhou Xun is such a character, emotional, only emotional about the things he cares about, and he has always been very indifferent to the things next to him, or he doesn't care.

Although Lin Muzhi was also a small shrimp in the entertainment industry before the great changes in the world, he obviously didn't know much about a super celebrity like Zhou Xun, but at this time, Lin Muzhi was just asking for peace of mind before leaving.

The blood on his shoulders was still dripping outward, and Lin Muzhi's footsteps were still a little trembling at first, but as he got closer to the ancestral shrine, Lin Muzhi's footsteps became more and more firm, and the infinite anger in his heart turned into a sharp killing intent in this environment.

"Squeak ......"

The courtyard gate of the old mansion is made of wood, which is extremely old, and between opening and closing, there is an unpleasant screeching sound.

Lin Muzhi pushed the door in, walked through a three- or four-meter aisle, and could no longer see any love in his eyes, but like an extremely sharp spear, he stabbed towards the one-eyed master in the middle of the courtyard.

Perhaps thinking that Lin Muzhi would definitely die under his own shot, when Lin Muzhi pushed the door in, the one-eyed and white-haired old man was sitting on the recliner in the center of a group of wooden beds as before, closing his eyes and resting.

And just a short distance from the recliner was an old-fashioned rifle that was clearly very old.

"You're too old, I promise, before you get up, I can grab that gun faster than you, even if you have any other means, the best thing is that you and I will die together!"

The one-eyed and white-haired old man was awakened by the movement of Lin Muzhi entering the door, and instinctively wanted to get up to get the rifle not far away from him, but before he moved, Lin Muzhi's cold voice that could even give up his life sounded in the courtyard.

The atmosphere was a little stiff, and twenty boys and girls were huddled in a corner of the courtyard at this time, and Lin Muzhi and the one-eyed old man looked at each other.

"Lin Jiawa, if there is anything, we can discuss!" After all, the one-eyed old man was a little older, and his energy was not as good as that of a young man, and after a stalemate for a while, he spoke first.

"It's fine. I want to know why?" Lin Muzhi ignored the rifle in the courtyard, and as usual, naturally came to the old man's side and helped him massage his legs and feet.

This is a thing that Lin Muzhi often does in the past ten months, the old man was a soldier on the border line, once fought in the Vietnam War, and was injured in the leg.

At the beginning, the one-eyed old man was extremely wary of Lin Muzhi's every move, holding two walnuts tightly in his hands and not moving, with a hideous and cruel look flashing in his eyes, just like the angry Persian girl after the previous gunshot wound.

However, Lin Muzhi's movements were very natural and gentle, and even the strength was exactly the same as usual, although the expression on his face was cold, he seemed to be quietly staring at the old man to explain something.

An old man and a young man fell silent again, for a long time, the one-eyed old man breathed a sigh of relief, his vigilance relaxed a little, he thought in his heart, and gradually spoke: "Lin Jiawa, this matter is actual, uh, gurgling......"

The one-eyed old man never thought that at the moment when he relaxed slightly, Lin Muzhi, who had always been extremely calm, broke out in an instant, and with a dazzling cold light on his hand, it was directly inserted into his throat.

"Peng!"

One blow will kill, the one-eyed old man instantly lost any ability to move, gurgling blood foam came out of his mouth like a spring, and Lin Muzhi's whole person also fell to the ground as if he had collapsed, and it was not until this time that a layer of fine beads of sweat seeped out from Lin Muzhi's forehead.

That was the only thing his father left him, a small and delicate dagger of only two inches, all along, Lin Muzhi never left his body, and hid it well.

From the first time the one-eyed old man became an enemy, Lin Muzhi had never underestimated the white-haired old man in the ancestral hall.

Lin Muzhi had heard the one-eyed old man tell a lot of stories about his troops in the army, and knew that the old man was a demolition soldier, very good at using gunpowder, bombs, especially some special time bombs, remote-controlled bombs and the like, although these things were not developed in that era, but it was enough for the old man, unconsciously, to blow up the entire old mansion into the sky.

The convulsions on the one-eyed old man's body gradually stopped completely, and the only remaining eye was wide open, and he couldn't believe it before he died, just Lin Muzhi, a milk baby, who didn't even dare to kill a chicken, actually killed people so neatly, and didn't even leave himself a chance.

Until this time, Lin Muzhi's wolf sat on the ground incomparably, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and carefully broke the right hand of the one-eyed old man, and took out the two walnuts.

In the twenty-two years of life, Lin Muzhi never thought of himself as a kind person, but he never thought that he would plunge a dagger into other people's throats without blinking.

Even, when Lin Muzhi fell to the ground, Lin Muzhi's mind was full of all he remembered was the terrifying feeling when the dagger entered the flesh.

"Wow!"

Perhaps inadvertently, Lin Muzhi saw the bloody wound on the one-eyed old man's throat and the blood-stained trachea half-exposed from it, and then Lin Muzhi completely spit on the ground.

When he killed, Lin Muzhi was decisive like an emotionless man, but after he really did it, he would sincerely feel that kind of fear, perhaps, mixed with the collapse of the view of time for decades.

"Need help?"

I don't know when, the woman who looks like an elf in and out of the play appeared in the mottled and old courtyard, or that sentence, but this time, Zhou Xun's eyes flashed with a faint appreciation.

"You're not afraid?"

Lin Muzhi's face turned pale, and he almost collapsed in love and took the mineral water handed by Zhou Xun, unscrewed the lid and poured it on his head and face.

"Sit down!"

Zhou Xun didn't answer Lin Muzhi's words, Xu was aware of the anxiety of a large group of fierce beasts and fierce beasts outside the mansion, and shouted with an angry face.

As Zhou Xun's eyes looked, through the two-meter-wide gate, Lin Muzhi noticed that a large group of fierce beasts and fierce beasts had gathered densely at this time in an empty open space outside the original gate.

Persian girls with red shoulders, groups of fierce wolves, oxen the size of elephants, and dustpan insects the size of a basin are all gathered together in a large area, overflowing with ferocity.

But what is even more shocking is that with Zhou Xun's loud shout, a large number of fierce beasts that the six relatives don't recognize are all lying on the ground one by one.

At this time, Lin Muzhi also reluctantly calmed down from the fear of killing for the first time, glanced at Zhou Xun with admiration, and said: "I estimate that you may not be afraid, you are amazing!"

Looking at Lin Muzhi who was speechless, Zhou Xun smiled lightly for no reason, as if he was reminded of some memories by Lin Muzhi's words, like an explanation of Lin Muzhi, and said as if talking to himself: "This is originally a world of personal cannibalism, the boss eats employees, shareholders eat shareholders, producers and producers eat actors, and it used to be a little bright, but now it's just opened......"

Lin Muzhi obviously didn't have such a high consciousness, and he didn't interrupt Zhou Xun's self-talk, and while coping with it, he began to constantly comfort the twenty or so children in the corner who were already frightened.

For most of the day, Lin Muzhi finally sent a large group of children to look for food in the food pile, and then took two bottles of clean mineral water and biscuits and came to Zhou Xun in a daze.

"What's that, it's useless to think too much, living is the most important thing, I just found the grain depot of the local tyrant here, and the hoarded grain is estimated to be enough to eat for a long time, or you will be here for a while!"

After killing someone and seeing the blood, there was still a sharp pain on his shoulder, but Lin Muzhi seemed to have been baptized all over again, and he was still a little restrained in his heart, but he was all torn to pieces, and in the face of Zhou Xun, a big star he could only look up to, he also became very casual.

Zhou Xun looked at Lin Muzhi, who was faintly beginning to change on his body, as if there was nothing in his clear eyes, and as if there was an infinite amount of strange light hidden, he just said lightly: "I haven't eaten these things for a long time!"