"Uncle, let me go, I'm going to save grandpa!"

Qinghai City, a certain street corner.

Thirteen-year-old Di Feng saw a family of more than a dozen relatives being hung on the top of more than thirty floors, struggling hard! Especially the elderly grandfather, who was already pale at the moment and might suffocate at any time.

He tried desperately to rush out.

But the young man around him tried his best to trap him.

"Xiao Feng, you are still young, you will die if you go!"

The young man frowned and shouted.

"Will you let it go?

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The teenage Di Feng's eyes instantly turned scarlet, like an angry lion cub.

"I'm sorry Xiaofeng," the young man's eyes were also very determined, "I promised your grandpa to let you live."

"Then why did you bring me here?"

Di Feng asked coldly.

"Because you are the only hope of the Di family! I want you to remember everything that happened today! You will seek revenge from the Li family in the future!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! At this moment, on the roof, figures began to fall one after another... and clouds of blood mist exploded on the ground! The sound of flesh falling to the ground was like a devil's crutch striking the doomsday earth.

It also pierced Di Feng's young heart like a sharp arrow! Thirteen-year-old Di Feng was trembling all over, and blood seemed to be surging in his scarlet eyes.

Two rows of hot tears slowly slid down, but were quickly wiped away.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "One day, one day! Everyone in the Li family will pay with blood!"

...China, Qinghai City, Xishan Cemetery.

In the most remote location of the cemetery, there is an unnamed monument.

In front of the monument, a young man in black robe has his hands behind his back, looking extremely independent.

The young man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes are deep and sharp, and his temperament is outstanding.

Seen from a distance, his straight figure looked like a huge black sword soaring into the sky, extremely sharp! Staring at the tombstone, Di Feng was filled with emotion.

"liquor."

Di Feng said.

As he finished speaking, someone behind him handed over two bottles of special soju.

This man was tall, as strong as an ox, and his tiger eyes were as bright as copper bells.

White Tiger, one of the four great bodyguards of the Wind Emperor, is known for his incredible combat prowess. In that world, he is known as the "Invincible War Madness".

Looking at Di Feng's appearance at this moment, he felt a little distressed.

"Master Feng Emperor, everything has passed, and people cannot be resurrected after death."

Di Feng remained silent and placed a bottle of shochu in front of the tombstone.

One bottle, drink it up.

This wine is so strong that it cuts through the throat like a knife.

But Di Feng didn't even frown.

"Grandpa, uncle and uncle, I'm back."

"My parents, Di Feng, died when I was young. I am grateful to you for raising me and loving me. This kindness will always be remembered by Di Feng!"

"Ten years ago, the Li family forced you to death one by one! Now, no one of them wants to die well!"

"Blood debts must be paid with blood. I will make them feel ten times or a hundred times the pain of the past!"

"Next month, on Grandpa's memorial day, forty members of the Li family should come here and kneel down to worship and apologize with blood!"

"Tonight is the engagement party for Li Jiandong's granddaughter Li Xuan. I will go and collect some interest for you first!"

After finishing speaking, Di Feng knelt down and poured another bottle of wine in front of the tombstone.

The moment I stood up, the autumn wind blew by.

Bai Hu quickly put a military green coat on Di Feng.

It was at this moment that Bai Hu saw tears in the corners of Di Feng's eyes.

He was amazed. This man who stood at the pinnacle of China could actually cry?

You must know that Di Feng spent ten years in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He was decisive in killing and once fought a bloody battle with the eight military gods of the United States with the power of one man to enhance the country's prestige.

Various achievements are countless.

So much so that he was regarded as the God of War by the Dark World! Now, the Wind Emperor is already the pinnacle legend of the Chinese Empire and the belief of all warriors.

"Are you ready for what I want?"

Di Feng lowered his eyebrows and asked.

"It has been prepared for a long time. As long as you say a word, the things will be delivered."

"Okay, send it over."

Bai Hu nodded and dialed a phone number.

At this moment, a group of people came not far from the cemetery.

One of them was still wearing cemetery overalls.

"Mr. Zhou, we really have no space in Xishan Cemetery. Why don't you go look elsewhere?"

Cemetery manager He Feng said respectfully to Zhou Jian, the young master of the Zhou family behind him.

He couldn't afford to offend this man.

Zhou Jiandeng frowned and said in a deep voice, "If there is no place, just make room for me! I won't listen to your explanation! You know the consequences of offending the Zhou family, right?"

He Feng was so frightened that his legs shook. The Zhou family, the Qinghai clan, could crush him to death with one finger.

After thinking for a while, he patted his head and said, "Mr. Zhou, there is an unnamed monument over there. No one has paid attention to it for ten years. Why don't you take a look?"

"Shovel it!"

Zhou Jian gave the order directly and could not refuse.

"Okay, but it seems that the owner of the Nameless Monument is here today. How about you... go discuss it with them?"

He Feng was also in a dilemma. He must know that those buried here were all powerful and wealthy people, and he could not afford to offend any of them.

"Lead the way."

Zhou Jiandao, it's just a formality, at worst it will cost money.

"okay."

So, He Feng led Zhou Jian and others to the nameless monument.

Seeing someone actually coming here, Di Feng immediately frowned.

Bai Hu stood up first and said in a cold tone, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Jian looked at Di Feng and the two, and then smiled, two ordinary people.

He walked forward and said somewhat condescendingly, "Make a price. I want this cemetery. Within a day, I will find someone to dig the grave."

Digging a grave?

Di Feng's face suddenly turned cold, and a cold current invaded the void.

"You can't afford this price."

Di Feng said calmly.

"oh?

Yeah?"

Zhou Jian curled his lips and said with a smile, "In this huge Qinghai City, there are still things that my Zhou family can't afford?"

After saying that, Zhou Jian took a step forward and said with an imposing manner, "Even if I buy your life as a poor guy, so what?"

"presumptuous!"

When the white tiger heard this, he immediately became angry and was about to take action.

However, Di Feng raised his hand to stop him.

He sneered and said, "You can buy my tomb, but the price will be the lives of your entire Zhou family."

As he spoke, an icy aura swept out, and the cold wind made Zhou Jian's face hurt.

Zhou Jian was startled subconsciously and took several steps back. What kind of look was that in his eyes?

A mountain of corpses, a sea of ​​blood, a hell of broken limbs.
To be continued...