Three more waves of people came in the afternoon, but none of them ran away and all were left behind.

There was no room left in the yard, and the queue reached all the way to the door.

At dusk, my father turned on the lights in the yard.

Come out to me.

Dad shouted, and soon a group of adults and grandparents watching the theater came to the door.

Lao Li wants to make a comeback.

The first people to come in were a few uncles, carrying small horses and sitting in the door.

Dad smiled, as if he was a little embarrassed at that moment.

These children have all grown up, and they even hugged him when they were little.

An old lady was chewing melon seeds while pointing at the little strokes.

The man who spoke first smiled and patted Mazar underneath him.

Will Shengtian see red today?

Before Dad could agree, the lady next to me pointed out the situation again.

Aren't you talking nonsense? People are just venting their anger on their children.

Just wait for the good show, prepare your mazar, and don't fall to the ground all at once.

On the balcony right now.

Fatty was trembling all over his body and could no longer speak a complete sentence.

It turned out that none of them were dead, not even dead.

The ghost sword of life and death, the ghost of the night, the life-killer, the ghostly man and the old man.

Every time Pangpang says a name, the balcony becomes quiet again.

These people not only practice martial arts in the War Spirit, but also have a wide range of knowledge.

And those names just now are among the masters who disappeared during the war between the two continents decades ago.

I don't know how long it was quiet. Pangpang opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but something went wrong and he couldn't open his mouth again.

After more than ten seconds, I heard Pangpang swallowing his saliva.

Not knowing what was going on, Shen Ting and others were extremely anxious and kept asking questions.

Xu Zhulin finally took over the words.

The Ghost Sword of Life and Death once killed the king of millions of Western knights in a battle with one man, one city, and one sword.

Night Ghost is a master of poison. It was once said that he directly poisoned the water at the Western Headquarters and poisoned a huge fish to death.

There is not much information about the person who beheaded his life, but it is said that he is a member of the National Transport Corps and has been with the national transport all year round.

Yin Ren Yue Lao is the matchmaker of the underworld.

In the battle between his predecessors, he rewrote the fate of the opponent's Dark Knight Legion and directly tied the thread of their fate to a mass grave.

Later, those dark knights did not play a role in the charge, and one of them found a skeleton there to be intimate with.

Li Wuya looked out at the group of adults and aunties, but they didn't look like the heroes Xu Zhulin had just talked about.

There is a good show, there is a good show.

The wind and rain song by the window suddenly shouted.

At the same time, Leng Qingsong, who was practicing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and all the spiritual energy fluctuations in his body were forced into his body.

There are many people.

Before Leng Qingsong finished speaking, more than thirty people jumped from the sky.

Brother Li, I haven’t seen you for many days, but you are still so domineering.

Among the crowd, a great scholar wearing a white robe showed filial piety.

Dad didn't even look at him, he just snorted and pretended not to hear anything.

More than thirty people passed through the crowd and came directly to the balcony.

A monk wearing a light gold cassock came to my father happily.

Amitabha, Brother Li has been doing well lately. Can you still remember the young monk?

Dad stood up this time and bowed.

The eminent monk dare not, please go to the house and rest quickly.

The monk smiled slightly and saluted.

In this cold winter weather, there are so many people suffering outside the house, so the young monk can only rest inside the house.

Amitabha, the young monk dare not.

Dad nodded slightly.

Then please have a cup of herbal tea here.

The monk nodded slightly and sat at the table.

The great scholar behind him immediately stood over and said cheerfully.

Brother Li, that's pretty much it, but if you don't want to die, stop it.

Dad smiled softly, patted the table and said.

Gentlemen, please take a seat.

The people behind him nodded and found a place to sit down.

Daru came to the monk and smiled.

Sir, please give in, thank you.

The monk shook his head slightly.

This matter is not the fault of the young monk. This table has only one table and two stools. If the young monk gives it to you, it will not be a disgrace to Brother Li.

Da Ru shook his head and smiled.

Are eminent monks eminent monks? Which one is not the same? It is better for us scholars to be clean.

Dad suddenly hugged me with murderous intent in his eyes, turned around and shouted quickly.

Are you all here?

A lazy voice came from the doorway.

Everything that was supposed to come came, but there were a few unexpected ones, and those that didn't come didn't come.

Dad nodded slightly and suddenly raised his hand to the sky.

The proud head of Da Ru suddenly flew up following his father's raised hand. The blood from his neck spurted two to three meters high. The body rolled all the way down the balcony, staining the entire steps red.

The monk closed his eyes and whispered.

Brother Li passed.

Dad stood up from the stool and smiled.

The eminent monk has a grudge against my family, and since that guy doesn't know how to live or die, he will naturally have to pay some price.

I also hope that the eminent monk behind me will not interfere.

The monk closed his eyes and said.

I come for salvation, you come for injustice, and they come for fame.

The young monk will never interfere in this matter, but Chaodu will not allow others to disturb it.

Dad agreed and walked down the steps.

He walked up to the old man who initially chased Tang Ran and said.

Come up with me.

The old man, who was about to freeze, quickly climbed onto the balcony under his father's guidance.

What did the Doomsday Society give you? Go hunt down some kids.

There were ice chips on the old man's lips, but miraculously he was able to speak.

I received nothing and did nothing.

There was an aura of supernatural power in the city, so I went over to take a look.

Dad raised his eyebrows.

I'm warning you once, I'm not a good man or woman, don't make it difficult for me.

But I really don’t.
To be continued...