"You're going too far!" The old man was furious, and Ye Yang's sword shot out like lightning and stabbed Zhang Qiang in the throat.

When the old man saw Ye Yang making a move, he quickly blocked Zhang Qiang with his sword, but Ye Yang's long sword penetrated the blade between the lightning and flint, and hit Zhang Qiang's forehead.

Before the old man had time to react, the long sword with a cold light like snow let out a dragon roar. The ghost-headed sword pierced by the sword broke into two sections along the direction of the sword's edge. Ye Yang's long sword advanced another half inch and cut open

Zhang Qiang's skin.

While blood dripped from Zhang Qiang's face in cold sweat, Ye Yang held back his sword: "Before I get angry, I'll give you another chance to choose."

The old man was so angry that he shook all over: "You are not following the rules of the art!"

Ye Yang said in a deep voice: "If Zhang Qiang wants to lie to my brother, I have the right to kill him. You'd better not tell me the rules."

As Ye Yang spoke, a sword light driven by Gang Qi slid towards the tip of the sword like water drops falling on it.

As long as this ray of cold light leaves the tip of the sword, Zhang Qiang will be shot in the head on the spot and his body will be left lying on the ground.

"You...don't...have anything to say!" The old man finally gave in: "I promise you. Just stop!"

Ye Yang retracted his sword and stood in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back: "I don't want to talk nonsense, you should know what to do yourself?"

"Fate! What you should have in life will come sooner or later! Alas -" the old man sighed and said: "Mr. Ye, please sit down first! I have to discuss this matter with you slowly. Qiangzi, go

Pour Mr. Ye tea and serve cigarettes."

Ye Yang stood there motionless: "I'm not used to sitting on other people's stools, and I don't want to drink tea."

Ye Yang has a slight mysophobia and will never sit in a place that he thinks is unclean. Ye Yang can't sit on the floor and drink like I did.

The old man didn't force himself. He took out a bottle of wine from under the table and drank a few sips. After calming down his shock, he lit a pipe: "My name is Zhang Chengye, and I am the sixth generation of the Zhang family! I'm from the Zhang family.

Once the secret method reaches me, it will be cut off. Zhang Qiang has never learned those things. I will follow you after I tell you what to do next."

Before Ye Yang opened his mouth, Zhang Qiang said: "Sir, why didn't you tell him? The Zhang family didn't kill He Haoyu, and several people died. Also, I know how to learn secrets! How can I count as Zhang?

Let’s pass it down from generation to generation!”

"You bastard!" Zhang Chengye stood up angrily, pointed at Zhang Qiang and cursed: "Get out of here."

Ye Yang suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Qiang's neck, lifted him up, and suddenly tightened his fingers: "There's no need to chase him away, I'll send him away!"

Even though Zhang Chengye was close at hand, he didn't have time to snatch the person from Ye Yang's hands. He watched Ye Yang pinch the person until he rolled his eyes.

Zhang Chengye knelt on the ground with a bang: "Mr. Ye, please be merciful. You let Qiangzi go. I can do whatever you want."

Ye Yang said softly: "Swear! I swear to Zhang Qiang, if you hide anything from me again or tell the truth, I will let him die without a burial place."

Zhang Chengye was forced to have no choice but to take a blood oath.

Ye Yang dropped Zhang Qiang: "I'll give you five minutes to finish everything you want to say. After five minutes, I don't want to hear any more nonsense."

While Zhang Chengye was calming Zhang Qiang, he complained: "Why are you so ignorant? You just let me spoil you. The more I don't let you do something, the more you do it!"

"There are some things you can't touch! You are the only one left in our old Zhang family. If something happens to you again, how can I go down and explain to your parents?"

Zhang Chengye seemed to be thinking about it as he spoke: "I will tell you what you want to know in a moment. Don't get into trouble. When you have heard everything, just pack your things and get out! Wherever you want to go.

You can go wherever you go.”

Zhang Qiang was pinched by Ye Yang so much that he couldn't speak. He could only listen to Zhang Chengye's ramble.

Zhang Chengye watched his grandson take a breath and then helped him to the side. He sat down again and said, "Mr. Ye, it's not that I deliberately want to hide anything from you. It's that the lives of the Zhang family are involved.

I have to be cautious!"

"The ancestors of the Zhang family received a bowl of blood-stained rice from their ancestors. Logically speaking, they should be grateful. However, the ancestor who passed down the secret technique to the Zhang family set a rule for the Zhang family. Only after killing three thousand prisoners can the gold basin be given.

handwashing."

"Five generations of the Zhang family have gone all over the world to be executioners. Later, they almost became the top executioners. As long as our Zhang family arrives, we have to do the work of killing prisoners, and no one can compete with us."

When Ye Yang heard this, he interrupted the other party and said: "The executioner can't kill more than ninety-nine prisoners. You have broken the rules, right?"

There is an unwritten rule in the hands of the executioner, that is, the executioner cannot kill more than a hundred people, and when the number reaches ninety-nine, he must wash his hands in a golden basin. Otherwise, he will be haunted by evil spirits.

Five generations of the Zhang family have beheaded three thousand prisoners. On average, one person has to chop off five hundred heads. It is far beyond the limit of executioners who can kill less than a hundred prisoners. The Zhang family seems to have something interesting.
Chapter completed!