Chapter 490 One is to be strong and the other is to clench the bullet
"Xiao Fei, don't say such things! This is our own choice!" When he said these words, the old man straightened his slightly hunched back. "That day, people came from Jinzhong Mountain to arrest your adopted father-in-law.
My mother will be a hostage..."
"You know, we people in Qingniu Town lack a lot of things, but the word 'bloody' is deeply rooted in our bones. Do they want to touch your parents? They must first conquer our entire Qingniu Town
The parents and fellow villagers agree! So, this is our own choice!”
"Third Grandpa..." Lang Fei wanted to say something else. But the old man suddenly pointed at the new graves beside him. "If it were me who was lying inside now, I would never blame you. If a person lives his whole life, he must have dignity.
None, how are they any different from those beasts that are allowed to be slaughtered by others? If you die for your relatives and friends, and if you fight for your dignity, why should you fear death?"
After saying that, the old man turned his resolute face to Lang Fei. "Old man, my words are the words of the 128 people in Qingniu Town underground. What you have to do now is not to regret or blame yourself, but to
I will uphold justice for everyone and give the people of Qingniu Town a bright future!"
The moonlight sheds a faint light through the thin clouds, shining on the graves in the wilderness through the gaps between a row of green pines on the ridge. Beside the half-dug pit that the old man had just dug, some weeds in the soft new soil were blowing in the breeze.
The bottom is swaying gently, like a miserable wandering soul lingering on the side, unable to bear to leave.[
Letting a trace of blood slide down the corner of his mouth, Lang Fei clenched his wet hands a little tighter, turned his head to look in the direction of the town, and murmured to himself: "Just wait a little longer, I'll make sure
I will bring you the old man’s head and sacrifice it to you.”
After saying this, his eyes swept across the one hundred and twenty-eight tombs scattered on the hillside. Lang Fei knelt down gently on his legs, kowtowed three times in succession, then stood up gently and looked toward the northeast.
For Jinzhongshan, these people in Qingniu Town may not even be as good as ants, but to him, they are relatives and close friends. Maybe the status of the two parties is very different, but he will never forget his hometown, and he will never forget that there is a person in Qingniu Town.
Help the fellow villagers who affectionately call me Xiaofei.
Shouldn't the strong exist to protect the weak? If not, what is the meaning of the strong's existence? Trampling on the dignity of the weak at will, or even easily taking the lives of others, are these behaviors any different from banditry?
Killing intent, overwhelming killing intent came out of the body. Under its influence, the clouds in the sky suddenly accelerated, forming a whirlpool of dark clouds above Lang Fei's head that spread for hundreds of miles. At the same time, even the moon hid in the clouds
, the stars in the sky are even more dim. Night has truly fallen at this moment. Since the people of the Demon Sect once called me Shura, today, I will be a real bloodthirsty Shura for them.
"I! Want! Kill! You! Full! Door!" Six words, like thunder, resounded through the night sky. Several night owls flew up in the distance, fluttered their wings and plunged into the darkness beside them, escaping in the blink of an eye.
There was a trace.
After a while, Lang Fei gradually restrained the murderous intention in his heart, and when he was about to leave for Jinzhong Mountain, the old man suddenly walked up to him and said in an almost roaring voice: "Xiao Fei, take me with you! I want to see it with my own eyes.
Those in Jinzhongshan must pay the price for what they have done."
Lang Fei nodded and asked Xiao Bai'er to take the old man with him. Then he jumped into the air and flew away like a moon-white shadow in the night. Xiaoyun, Qingxia and Chu Hailan also arrived early
Holding back a breath of anger in his heart, he also increased his escape speed to the extreme and rushed towards the northeast.
"..."
Jinzhong Mountain looks like a dark weight in the night. The only color is the palace made of bluestone and green tiles under the firelight.
What is different from the Immortal Sect that practices Shintoism is that clusters of bonfires are filled with bronze-skinned disciples on duty.
These disciples of Jinzhong Mountain were actually punching fists and drinking heavily, without any trace of the temperament of people in the immortal way. If you want to barely describe them, only words such as robbers and bandits can be used.
The firelight shone on everyone's face, and the faces flushed from drinking turned out to be like drops of blood.
If these people hadn't been carrying wine bottles instead of knives, they would have looked like a group of bandits returning from a robbery.
One thousand meters up from the mountain gate, there is an open area. In front of the square made of jade, there are two blue-gray stone pillars nearly ten meters high.
At this time, two people were tied to the top of the stone pillar. The one on the left had fair skin and a plump figure. Although the clothes on his body were tattered and dirty, the workmanship of the clothes was extremely exquisite, and the fabric was also valuable brocade.
However, this man's spirit was extremely depressed, and he looked down the mountain with dull eyes. The blazing bonfire in the square was reflected in his eyes, as red as blood, like the red flames in the netherworld.
If his chest wasn't still rising and falling slowly, if his lips weren't still slightly open, he would have looked like a dead corpse.
If you get closer at this time and listen carefully to the words in his mouth, you will hear some coherent words.[
"Xiao Mo...are you here?"
"Mo'er...you left again?"
"Mo'er...how can you come? Dad alone is enough...why do you..."
This person is naturally the famous Iron Rooster Yan Nangui in Qingniu Town.
If you want to talk about why he was also arrested by Jin Zhongshan, in his own words: "I don't have any money, but I only have one life. Anyway, it will be taken away by the Lord of Hell sooner or later, so it is better to be with everyone, and I will not be lonely on the road to hell."
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"Old Ghost Yan, I admit that I misjudged you... I didn't expect you to have such a bloody nature..." A powerful word drifted into Yan Nangui's ears with the mountain wind.
After waiting for a long time, he opened his mouth, his chapped lips trembled, and uttered a sentence. "Mr. Cheng, maybe we have different ways of dealing with the world, but we all grew up drinking water from the same river. We all grew up drinking water from the same river.
I have received kindness from the Mo family, and although I am stingy, I am not that treacherous bastard who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"
A weak voice, sonorous and powerful words.
"It's just...it's a pity that Mo'er...Mo'er..." Yan Nangui choked up a bit as he stepped forward, and his eyes that could no longer squeeze out a single drop of tears were filled with deep sadness that could not be resolved.
"Jinzhongshan, even if Cheng Ying dies, he will turn into a wandering soul, wandering in the sky, and one day he will eventually see you disappear into ashes."
"What should you do with your little puppy?" Yan Nangui's voice came again.
Cheng Ying is a sturdy middle-aged man, but after more than three months of torture, he has lost a lot of weight.
Hearing Yan Nangui mention his son, this strong man showed a rare sadness in his eyes. "You sons of bitches like Jin Zhongshan, you can just take the lives of us adults, but why do you want to do this to a child?"
Let’s start.”
After a long time, his eyes suddenly showed some sparkle. "Guess what our little brat said to me yesterday when I was escorted out of the water prison by these brats?"
Yan Nangui reluctantly shook his head, and then lowered his head. It was as if the actions just now had exhausted all his strength.
"He said: 'Dad, do you still remember the words you always teach your children? A man must learn two things when he is born, one is to persevere, and the other is to grit his teeth. The child understands now!'"
In Yan Nangui's memory, Xiaozizi was only twelve years old, and he was still a little boy who often wet the bed, cried a lot, and was often shy to see people. But now the shy little face in his mind has changed. You have to be a little more determined.