"I, the most powerful hunter... I was bitten to death by a huge tiger... They would think... the Eighth Route Army would not hide in such a dangerous place... the Japanese would not dare to go up the mountain to search..." When Liu Laogou said this, he was still proud of his plan.

"I know you understand human words... spiritual..."

"Yes, I hate you, I hate you until I die... You killed my only son, I want to seek revenge on you all the time..."

"But my home, our land in China, is being invaded by the Japanese... This land is being hurt by the invaders."

Liu Laogou's breath became weaker and weaker, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Over the years, he has never given up on the idea of ​​revenge against Baishan.

Until today...

Bai Shan just quietly watched the selfish old gourd gradually lose his breath.

"Ha, the Japanese's pig brains must have never imagined... A selfish person like me would use his life to cover the Eighth Route Army..."

"Hey, do you have a name..."

"You are the overlord in this mountain... and the white tiger... let's call you Baishanjun..."

"Bai Shanjun...good name...it's a pity that I gave you this guy..."

Liu Laogou completely cut off his breath...

...

Afterwards, a group of villagers came up to collect Liu Laogou's body.

When collecting his body, the villagers complained.

"Hey, Liu Laogou, this selfish ghost, has gone up the mountain to find trouble for Bai Laohu. He must have wanted to offer tiger bones and tiger skins to the imperial army. Look, the translator, everyone said that there are big tigers on the mountain. Liu Laogou has fought with him for half his life, and his son has been on it, and he has also brought many young and middle-aged people... He is a completely selfish ghost."

The translator and a Japanese colonel looked at Liu Laogou's body with some disgust, the body of a disabled, smelly old hunter.

"Hmph, I heard that he is the best hunter nearby, and he is greedy and selfish. He originally wanted him to be a consultant for my Imperial Army, but it's a pity..."

The Colonel pinched his nose and looked at the shocking claw marks on the ground. It was indeed not something that ordinary tigers could make. He frowned and said, "But there should be no Eighth Route Army on this mountain. No matter how brave the Eighth Route Army is, he would not dare to stay in such a place."

The colonel touched his chin and thought.

Before leaving, he kicked Liu Laogou's body with disgust, thinking that he was blocking the way.

The broken body fell to the ground and faced the ground. Both the villagers and anyone else were not concerned about his death, and some even spitted at him because of his loss of family.

This secret action made the colonel see it.

It's indeed a scumbag, but it's a pity that it can't be used by the Imperial Army...

...

The Imperial Army did not search for the mountain, but it did not mean that no one was watching. At this time, two illusion monsters came up to the mountain and found Baishan.

"It's indeed a good tiger demon." One of the long-tongued ghost monsters said, "Tiger Demon Lord, are you willing to fight side by side with my Great Sun Imperial Army?"

"My Imperial Army Onmyoji can give you a name, as long as you are willing to serve me or others."

The blue-faced ghost looked down at the one-eyed white tiger in front of him.

Just a beast that seems to be a little spiritual.

Giving him a name so that he can transform his bones before his life reaches its end is a gift to him.

Maybe, if you don’t live to die, you will probably be loyal to the Imperial Army.

The long-tongued monster looked at Bai Shan in front of him with a calm expression, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"You wild monster, don't you know how great a gift it is to give your name..."

"Zhangshu Jun, this mountain monster probably doesn't know anything. Why don't you kill him and let the adults become Shikigami."

"I see..."

While these two ghosts were discussing, Baishan suddenly opened his mouth.

"I have a name."

"My name is Baishanjun."

Facing Baishan who suddenly spoke, the long-tongued monster and the blue-faced ghost were stunned - of course, this was their last expression.

The one-eyed white tiger swallowed it in one bite.

"I am Baishanjun..."

...........

"So that's how my name comes from."

Bai Shanjun looked at his majestic father and murmured.

Seeing this, Bai Shengsheng didn't know what to say.

He got the name of the word.

It actually comes from a archenemy who has hated each other for a lifetime.

Now even Bai Shengsheng has become quiet and immersed in Baishan’s memories.

"Bah, it's so disgusting, it's so disgusting, even more disgusting than Liu Laogou's flesh and blood." Bai Shan spit out the residue of the two ghosts in one mouthful, and even some yellow vomit: "These guys called 'Ghosts' have a smell of evil on their bodies, which is so disgusting."

He could eat even the rotten meat, but he couldn't eat these two "Japanese men".

Bai Shan knew how to distinguish between "Japanese men" and "people".

The smelly one is not a human, but a Japanese.

The one who has no smell is human.

Later, Baishan rushed down the mountain, made a big fuss at the Japanese camp, and bit the so-called "Onmyoji of the Island Country" to death.

This practitioner who directly participated in the war had a low military rank among the Japanese, and the Japanese around him seemed to know that he was a practitioner.

The white tiger, covered in blood, rushed in and out, leaving bullets with wounds on him, but could not knock him down.

The colonel was so scared that he hurriedly took the army to retreat...

This tiger is too fierce.

There is definitely no Eighth Route Army here.

A small group of Japanese soldiers scattered and retreated to another place. Bai Shanjun watched the Japanese leave and walked up the mountain, limping.

When passing by the villagers, the villagers were all frightened, fearing that this mountain tiger would attack him.

Baishan didn't even look at these villagers, but passed by them and limped up the mountain.

"He drove away the Japanese."

"He protected us."

I don't know who it was, so I shouted out first.

"His patron saint is Shanjun!"

"He is our mountain king, Baishan king..."

More and more, the voices calling for Mr. Baishan are one after another.

From then on, his name was engraved in people's hearts.

...

Baishanjun is resting on the mountain, the sun rises and the moon sets.

Human beings no longer harass him, and respectfully call him Baishan Lord. They bring him some offerings from time to time and treat him as a mountain god for offerings. However, he has no position as a god and cannot get the offering of incense and vows.

But Lao Baishanjun doesn't care. He is not doing anything for the so-called incense offering.

The one-eyed white tiger will not eat and kill the humans who go up the mountain as invaders, but will only drive away the warning.

Later, he had descendants, which is now Baishanjun—

The little Baishanjun is like a cat. Compared to his father, he is more like a wild beast and has little spiritual wisdom.

The one-eyed Lao Shanjun didn't dislike it, but just cultivated the descendant well.

At this time, Bai Yueyue's father came to reminisce about the past and asked, why did Lao Shanjun help mankind? He was obviously so hatred before.

At that time, Bai Yueyue had almost cultivated into a human form, while Lao Shanjun was still wandering in the form of an animal, and even aging.

Lao Shanjun sneered at him.

"Hmph, I'm not helping humans."

"I can't forget the scene where the old dog Liu killed my brother, and he hated me to kill his descendants until he died."

"But no matter how we argue, we are all living things on this land, and we belong to the land of China after all."

"And I am the Lord of Shan."

"How can you let Xiaoxiao cause trouble?"
Chapter completed!