"That's it. Thank you so much, Young Master March, for letting me go."

Although the two people in front of him have different identities as master and servant, the beautiful young man still chooses to be respectful and treat each other with courtesy.

At the moment of first acquaintance, it is not a bad thing for a beautiful young man to be polite when meeting others.

With a handsome face, he glanced at the purple-eyed boy and glanced at a perfect side profile. The beautiful boy nodded slightly, and the light in his beautiful eyes was like a piano string passing through the fingertips of the girl playing the piano. The veins were filled with water, and the water was as soft as clouds

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The purple-eyed boy didn't reply.

They also nodded and returned the greeting to show that they had had a simple communication with each other and that they did not lose the low-key etiquette of being a slave in front of the boy in the white shirt.

"In March, Master Fu Ranxi, please disembark. I, the young master, will explore the way ahead first."

It has been five years since I joined Hongmen.

Returning to Hongmen by land and water has long been the most familiar thing.

If it were before, when the boy in white shirt and the boy with purple eyes returned to the land and water together, they would bet while playing, whoever stepped on more crab shells would win.

The loser will be responsible for solving the old man's difficulties.

But this time, because there were unfamiliar people, the boy in white shirt had no choice but to restrain his thoughts of playing. He seriously put down the pedals on the canoe and stepped slowly until the pedals were firm and he was sure that there would be no deep swamp.

Then she shook her green bamboo fan and carried her clothes gracefully and gracefully as she passed by.

"Young Master, be careful, there's Skinny Land ahead of you."

The boy with purple eyes helped the beautiful boy out of the canoe, and followed behind the boy in white. There was a distance of about two meters between the front and back. The boy in white was a little worried about walking alone and warned him.

"I got it! I've been here so many times, nothing will happen to me. Just take good care of Mr. Ranxi. Mr. Ranxi is our guest~"

The boy in the white shirt walked in front, stepping on the sand and wading through a safe road. He waved his sleeves and put the purple-eyed boy's kindness behind him. He only cared about the beautiful boy who came to visit and treated him with courtesy.

"Skinny Place? Where is that place?"

Thin white boots, stepping into the footsteps of the boy in the white shirt.

The beautiful boy had no idea that what they were treading on now was an area that had once been so terrifying.

"Skinny Land? It's the Thousand Tombs! I think back then, the founder of Hongmen was also the first sect leader of Hongmen, the bloody heroine. After the establishment of Hongmen, Hongmen grew and grew day by day, attracting the attention of Hongmen.

There are many small-time informants in the world who make a living by reselling information to avenge people, and they secretly make some bad rumors about Hongmen. The most common one is that Hongmen is an evil heretic in the martial arts world, and he uses it to get information.

All methods are unfair.

At first, we, the Heroines, didn't pay attention to those things, thinking that people are doing it, God is watching, and justice is in the hearts of the people.

However, everyone knows that even rumors will naturally become true if they are told for a long time.

Who can understand the selfishness, greed, and desire for power in the world of martial arts?

In order to eradicate the existence of Hongmen, people from all the major sects in the world gathered 3,000 troops outside Hongmen, which is where we are walking now, and prepared to ambush the master of the Xue Jinghong Sect, but unexpectedly, the master of the Xue Jinghong Sect

After receiving the news in advance, they sent more than a thousand sects to the upper end of the current to smash the boundaries of the river with their palms, and drowned all those who thought they were upright in the slope.

After that, this place was called the Place of Slender Bones, a place where the ghosts of the dead were born.”

His eyes casually glanced around and occasionally encountered some white human bones stuck in the sand. The boy in white shirt remembered that hundreds of years ago, at his feet, more than 3,000 people had chosen the place to die.
Chapter completed!