Chapter 9                                                              

"You...what do you mean?" the village chief asked angrily.

Cen Haoyue smiled and said, "It's not interesting... The village chief is also a person who lived in Taohuatan for a long time. I don't believe that the village chief would not remember the Xima tribe more than ten years ago. When the Xima tribe invaded Taohuatan, if it weren't for my sisters and companions, would this village still be there?"

The village chief sneered, "Oh, then what you mean is that we must remember this group of people all our lives? We have helped us once, and we still have to worship them as gods every day? How can this be done?"

Zhang Xiaolang said in his heart: "Why has Cen Haoyue never told me these things?"

Cen Haoyue's face was a little pale: "Village Chief, Ling'er was the only one in the mountains in the back and forth, and no one dared to go up there. Not only that, there was also the Peach Blossom Forest... Didn't everyone still have enough time at that time? Later, when we didn't come back, you cut the Peach Blossom Forest and turned it into a place where you grow vegetables..."

The village chief's face looked a little ugly, and the other elderly people also had gloomy faces.

Cen Haoyue said again: "The back mountain was originally a barren place. When we came here twelve years ago, it was still a wasteland. No one went to cultivate it. Later, my sister and I carried two children to cultivate this place every day... What did you say at that time? The back mountain will always belong to us... But now? Village chief, what do you have to tell me about this?"

The village chief spoke up: "That was before. We originally planned to reclaim the wasteland in the back mountain, but you got to the first step. We saw you pitiful, and then gave the place to you..."

Cen Haoyue sneered: "If you really see us, why didn't you find a few strong men to help us? Later, my Xiaolang accidentally broke your land, and a large group of people came up to ask for punishment... Didn't my sister and I help you plant it back?"

An old man said again: "You have to tell me about such trivial matters. Could it be that your son broke the vegetables we planted at that time and shouldn't you help us grow them?"

Cen Haoyue nodded: "It should, it should...of course, but what I want to say is..."

Cen Haoyue slowly stood up from the stool and supported her hands on the table: "Even if we wanted to go back to Taohuatan and drive you out, we didn't have the strength... It's just that this place was Ling'er's lifelong hard work, so my sister and I endured it again and again... I just wanted to make this place stable forever and let Ling'er's spirit in heaven be comforted... If you still have to force each other step by step... I can tell you... don't forget what kind of tribe we are!"

After Cen Haoyue finished speaking, she slapped her palm on the table.

With a click, the table shattered.

Everyone present was shocked, and the village chief and the elderly were almost so scared that they fell off the stool.

Cen Haoyue had a calm face and turned her head to look at the door.

For a moment, all the villagers were timid, and they made way for Cen Haoyue.

Cen Haoyue wrapped her hands in front of her chest and walked slowly outside.

It was the first time that Zhang Xiaolang saw Cen Haoyue so angry, and said in his heart: "I didn't expect Cen Haoyue to be so fierce... I have to let go first, pretend to be waiting for her on the mountain road... Otherwise, she would definitely scold me for going down the mountain secretly!"

Zhang Xiaolang took advantage of the opportunity to hide in the crowd and quickly shrank his head, ran outside.

After coming out of the village chief's house, Zhang Xiaolang breathed a sigh, "Hey, I really didn't expect that Cen Haoyue is not only fierce to me, but also to others. No wonder, no wonder my dad refuses to come back... I must have been scared by this shrew... Oh, my poor dad..."

But he became even more curious about who this Ling'er was? Could it be the Ling'er that Xiaomouzi mentioned?

He had a vague impression, remembering that he had a best friend with Cen Haoyue, but as he grew up, his impression of that girl was now only a little bit of memory left.

Zhang Xiaolang murmured to himself, shook his head again, and then walked slowly towards the mountain.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the village, he suddenly saw more than a dozen very strong young men walking over slowly and blocking the path at the entrance of the village.

Zhang Xiaolang thought to himself: "Didn't these people know about the incident at the village chief's family and deliberately wait here to take revenge on Cen Haoyue, right?"

He was thinking about going back and telling Cen Haoyue to be careful of someone here, but a strong young man in front pointed at Zhang Xiaolang and said, "Little brat, come here!"

The young man had a fierce face and stared at Zhang Xiaolang.

This made Zhang Xiaolang's heart suddenly full of hostility: "Oh? If you don't deal with Cen Haoyue, you will cause trouble for me? There are many people? Haha... It just so happens that I'm not feeling very happy today..."

Zhang Xiaolang slowly walked towards the young man, clenched his fists secretly, thinking about whether to beat the young man in the face first or the young man in the stomach first?

But just as Zhang Xiaolang was about to walk to the young man, he suddenly felt his feet tightening.

Zhang Xiaolang looked down and said in surprise: "No, these sinister beasts..."

Because there were a lot of weeds on the path at the entrance of the village, Zhang Xiaolang didn't notice that they had buried fishing nets here before.

At this time, Zhang Xiaolang was just tripped by the fishing net. Just as he was thinking about how to jump out, the two young men in front hurriedly pulled out two ropes from the grass.

The two young men pulled hard, and Zhang Xiaolang's body was immediately entangled by the fishing net.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Xiaolang's whole body was controlled and it was difficult to move at all.

The young man in the lead walked towards Zhang Xiaolang very proudly and said proudly: "I thought this little ghost was so powerful. It turned out that he was just a small fishing net and cleaned up..."

"This little mao must teach him some lesson this time, otherwise I really think there is no one in our village!" Zhang Xiaolang then noticed that this time the person who spoke was the young man who was beaten up and threatened him before.

Zhang Xiaolang thought to himself: "So it's because of my revenge? But a small fishing net wants to trap me, but it's not that easy... You guys are all tired of living..."

Zhang Xiaolang struggled hard for the fishing net. He felt that such a fishing net could not trap him at all. He wanted to break free, but it was just a matter of a sudden.

But he found that no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless. On the contrary, the thin steel wire had already bleeding Zhang Xiaolang's arm.

"This... what is this fishing net made of?" Zhang Xiaolang was shocked.

"Little kid, do you think we didn't prepare any more?" The young man became even more proud.

Zhang Xiaolang then remembered that last year, there was a time when the village people used fishing nets to deal with him, but he easily broke free. Now it seems that these people have already prepared a stronger fishing net!
Chapter completed!