Zhao Zhuang was stunned for a moment and then said: "Old Uncle Liu, you don't know! Last night, when you sat down in the coffin, the whole village gave you thumbs up and said you were a real man. Old

Every generation of the Liu family has produced true heroes. Old Uncle Liu, the lives of more than a hundred people in this village all depend on you!"

Old Liu Tou looked at Zhao Zhuang without blinking: "Then what happens after I die? Who will guard this village?"

"This..." Zhao Zhuang didn't know how to answer for a while.

The inheritance of sorcerers in Yulu Village was cut off, and only the old Liu family risked their lives to defend the village. This has always been the consensus of the village.

If Zhao Zhuang were to say something now, and there was still someone who could defend him, then everything would be exposed.

However, Old Liu Tou did not want to let him go: "I am just afraid that after I am gone, there will be no one to guard the village. Just as Mr. Li is here, we old and young men will work together to fight against the water ghost.

It’s better to die trapped here, don’t you think this is the right thing to do?”

"We can't believe him!" said the person who talked to me at the entrance of the village: "He is a ghost! When he talked to me at the entrance of the village, his eyes would light up. He also told me to ask me to call you out. You

Something happened as soon as we left the village."

Lao Liu turned his head and asked: "His eyes will light up. How do you remember it? People who are fascinated by ghosts will not know anything after they wake up."

Seeing that he could no longer make up the story, the man simply made it clear: "Brother Zhuangzi, we don't have to hide it anymore. Let's make it clear. Old Uncle Liu, to tell you the truth, you are gone."

, there will naturally be someone to take over from you in the village. You don’t have to worry about how the village is doing."

"If you leave, you can bring peace to the village for ten to twenty years. No one in the village will miss you."

Old Liu Tou suddenly laughed. He sneered at first, then the laughter became louder and louder, and finally he burst into tears.

Old Liu Tou finally suppressed his laughter: "It seems that my family, Old Liu, are the only fools in the whole village! You are all good at it."

Old Liu Tou bit his pipe and stood up: "You can hold on to the water, so do it! I'm old and can't hold on anymore. I won't get involved in the village affairs anymore. I'll go with Mr. Li right away.

It’s a day as long as you can survive outside.”

As soon as Old Liu stood up, Zhao Zhuang became anxious: "I said, Old Uncle Liu, are you just leaving like this? Are you going to ignore the affairs of the village?"

"I don't care! I can't control it anymore!" When Old Liu Tou waved his hands and walked back, Zhao Zhuang knelt down and said, "Uncle Liu, you can keep it! We can guard the water, but we have an old subordinate in our family.

You little one! You are the only one who has nothing to worry about. Once you leave, our family will set up a memorial tablet for you."

After shaking his head and body twice, Old Liu barely managed to regain his footing: "I don't care!"

Zhao Zhuang was really anxious now: "Liu Bao! Don't be shameless. Since you are ruthless and unjust, don't blame us for being rude and stopping them!"

Old Liu turned his head sharply: "I wonder who dares?"

Old Liu Tou's face was ashen, and his snow-white beard was trembling back and forth with anger. But the villagers were determined not to let him leave. Some people had already blocked the door with sticks.

Someone pointed at me and said, "It's all him. If he hadn't come, how could there have been so many things? Kill him first!"

I sneered and took a step forward, raising my foot to kick the person in front. When the other person saw that my kick was in front of his eyes, he pushed the pickaxe in his hand outwards, trying to block my kick. The handle of the pickaxe was as thick as an arm.

However, the child broke into two pieces under my feet. I kicked him in the chest and then he flew up upside down, crushing the crowd behind him and falling to the ground.

I casually picked up the pickaxe that fell on the ground, took out the daylight, and cut the iron pickaxe into two sections with one knife. Holding the half-broken iron pickaxe in my hand, I said coldly: "Who wants to die? Come up and try!"

While I was talking, the murderous aura in my body kept rising. After three consecutive surges, I looked like a demon from hell, standing in front of the crowd, not even looking at the other person.

Ghost Three among the Nine Ghosts taught me a lesson: masters' duels focus on momentum. If the momentum is weak, you will lose three points before fighting. If you control the momentum in reverse, you can even defeat the enemy without fighting.

Moreover, momentum is not just about being strong against the enemy. Sometimes the competition of momentum is like a psychological warfare between masters. It can change in an instant. You come and I go back and forth. Therefore, what Guisan taught me the most is how to suppress with momentum.

opponent.

At that time, my murderous intent was not completely released, it was just a small test. However, I was sending them a message.

That is, you are nothing more than ants in my eyes. Whether I crush you to death is just to see if I want to move my feet.

The villagers led by Zhao Zhuang were all so frightened that no one dared to speak.

Old Liu Tou picked up his backpack from the door: "Mr. Li, let's go!"

"Okay!" As I followed Old Liu Tou forward, the crowd automatically separated into a path.

The two of us walked out of the yard, Zhao Zhuang pulled his neck and shouted: "Old Uncle Liu, do you really want to do something absolutely right? Don't you think about where your roots are?"
Chapter completed!