"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

Amintu was shocked, shook twice, fell to the ground with a plop, and died.

At the last moment of his death, he suddenly understood that the man had only taken one step back from the beginning to the end, and he would become invisible.

In the distance, Luo Gu watched Amintu fall to the ground with wide eyes, shocked.

All of this sounds verbose, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.

Before Luo Gu could see what was happening, Amintu fell down.

Walk!

Although Luo Gu had no brains, he also understood that he was no match for that person.

Moreover, before setting off, Gantuji repeatedly warned that when encountering a strong enemy, one must retreat and report.

Luo Gu retreated quietly, speeding up after retreating for a while.

In order to make sure that he was not being followed, Luo Gu took a detour and looked behind him to see if the person was chasing him.

If that person comes after him, he must not lead the pursuer to the lair.

Otherwise, the Bagala team will be doomed.

In Dali's inner circle, if he really wanted to set up a battle array and fight with gongs and drums face to face, it would be impossible for him to beat the Feiyuwei.

After repeatedly confirming that there were no pursuers behind him, Luo Gu returned to his lair.

Seeing the outline of the nest, Luo Gu breathed a sigh of relief.

All the way back, the scene in his mind was filled with the scene of Amintu falling to the ground and the man disappearing out of thin air.

This reminded him of the terrifying legend of White Mountains and Black Waters, where demons that choose people to eat hide in the darkness and are nowhere to be seen.

Fortunately, I'm back.

When he reached the courtyard wall, Luo Gu supported the wall and turned over, about to jump into the courtyard.

suddenly!

Something dark came towards him.

Just as Luo Gu turned his head, he felt the world spinning and fell down.

Vaguely, he saw a black shovel.

…

Qin He looked at Di Lu who fell to the ground, waved the big shovel a few times, and was very satisfied with this weapon.

The tortoise's shell was shattered by that tortoise's swing just now.

This fight requires a handy weapon.

Reaching out and lifting Luo Gu onto his shoulders, Qin He turned and left.

This man was too slow, and it took him a long time to come back.

When Qin He was killing A Mingtu with Yi Wang Ba, he had already discovered Luo Gu lurking not far away.

He did not pursue him, but first sent Amintu back to the crematorium, then took a shovel, and then waited outside Dilu's lair.

The monk can escape, but he cannot escape the temple.

As a result, I had to wait for a long time before I got someone.

As for why he knew this lair, it was no nonsense. After burning the livestock in Anba Valley, Qin He knew everything.

It was a leisurely journey, Qin He was not slow or hasty, avoided the patrolling soldiers, left the city, and returned to the crematorium.

Looking at the two corpses and a tortoise on the ground, Qin He was also speechless.

This man never knows what will happen next moment. He just went out to take a bath. Good guy, he came back with two corpses.

This Dilu is also a Biao. If one is not enough, I will give you a pair.

If someone doesn't get along with you, don't go out late at night. You'll always run into them when you go out.

I originally planned to take a bye day.

Who are you talking to about this?

That's it.

The tortoise was thrown into the bucket, and the corpse was thrown into the crematorium.

After a brief cleaning, I took out my belongings, started a fire with coals, and then invited the fire of the abyss out.

Just burn it.

The reward for burning the corpse will have to wait for a while, but the "reward" for touching the corpse is ready.

There are thirty taels of silver on the body and five gold leaves.

The gold leaves have poems and paintings written on them, which are particularly beautiful.

I don't know which rich family suffered the disaster of these animals. I can tell with my toes that they must have been robbed.

Keep the useful ones and throw the useless ones into the stove to burn together.

After that, it was time to wait again. The corpses had committed countless sins. God accepted them and they did not dare to have any resentment, so they stayed in peace.

But at this moment, the body had clearly not been burned yet, and the black and white curtain suddenly dropped without warning, and the sound of wooden bangs penetrated the dim light, swaying.

It turned out to be...the white-haired zombie in the cremation hall, burned.

Qin He did a quick calculation and found out that it burned for a full eighteen hours.

A day and a half!

As expected of a zombie, it takes a lot of effort to burn.

Through shadow puppet interpretation, Qin He saw the life of a white-haired zombie.

The white-haired zombie was named Yu Jinjiang during his lifetime.

A native of Qingcheng, Shu region.

The Yu family is a well-known local wealthy family in Qingcheng, with a well-educated family, good money-making methods, and is quite famous in the local area.

Yu Jinjiang was also good at charity, building bridges and roads, donating money to build schools, and helping orphans and widows. He was known as a great benefactor.

Lao Yu's family is doing well in everything, but there is one worry: the population is not prosperous for generations, and the family has been a single seedling for several generations.

When it comes to Yu Jinjiang, it's even worse. He has no children in his forties. Yu Jinjiang is anxious. Seeing that no one will inherit this huge family property, what should he do?

It’s fair to say here that Yu Jinjiang’s good deeds are part of the idea of ​​“accumulating virtue to seek for future generations”. But no matter what the purpose, Yu Jinjiang is definitely a good person, and the good things he has done are real.

.

But this really fulfills the saying, "Kill people and set fire with golden belts, build bridges and repair roads without corpses."

Yu Jinjiang saw that he had passed his forties, and the Yu family might not be lucky enough to continue the bloodline, so he had no choice but to accept his fate.

But the bloodline cannot be continued, and the incense cannot be cut off.

Let's adopt a son.

After much searching, I found a boy from a distant relative's house, adopted him and changed his name to Yu Wanglong.

Yu Jinjiang also cared about his stepson. Needless to say, the food and clothing were all good, and he even hired his husband to teach him.

It's a pity that Yu Wanglong is not from the Yu family, and his family's scholarly reputation has been in vain. He can't read any books, and he doesn't study well all day long. He only keeps friends with gangsters, eats, drinks, whores and gambles all day long, and has injured several people in fights.

Yu Jinjiang was beaten and scolded, but it was of no use.

I wanted to drive Yu Wanglong out of the house, but I also thought that after spending more than ten years together, I had some feelings for him, so I delayed it year by year, but in the end I didn't make up my mind.

As for Yu Wanglong, he is becoming more and more outrageous as he gets older. He bullies men and dominates women, and stabs people. He has made friends with a group of desperadoes who don't know where they came from. He is homeless all year round and does nothing except good things.

Dry.

Yu Jinjiang felt devastated. In just a few years, the little reputation the old Yu family had accumulated was wiped out by that unfilial son.

But at this time, Yu Jinjiang ushered in a great event.

What happy event?

Old age brings a son!

A concubine risked her life to give birth to a baby with a handle.

You said it's strange that it didn't come when you wanted it, and it was renewed after more than ten years of giving up.

Yu Jinjiang is happy.

The mountain is poor and the river is full of doubts and there is no way out, but the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.

The child's face will look exactly like his own when he is born, and it is his own.

But as the old saying goes, misfortune lies on the back of good fortune, and good fortune lies on the back of misfortune.
To be continued...