Zhou Ming looked at the Rakshasa man and had given up the option of fighting, focusing all his thoughts on negotiation.

According to his judgment, the Rakshasa man did not simply want to kill them. For example, in that moment, the opponent could have ended the fight instantly, but the knife wound was not re-engraved on his neck, but was re-engraved on his thigh.

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This shows that the other party does not want to kill them immediately, at least there is room for negotiation.

"Are you sent by the man wearing the crying and laughing mask?" Zhou Ming asked tentatively.

"Where did you get that necklace?" Rakshasa asked.

"Huh? This one?" Zhou Ming was startled, picked up the necklace around his neck and shook it, "My teacher gave it to me."

The Rakshasa man stared at the necklace, breathed a long sigh of relief, and sighed with a half-smile: "What a wonderful fate."

The shocking sense of oppression on the other party disappeared, and then he slowly put the samurai sword back into its sheath and said: "Just let you live, and tell your teacher for me, tell him to survive from the cave.

They are not the only ones who have returned."

Zhou Ming was stunned.

The fuzzy puzzle pieces in his mind were all shattered at this moment, and he realized that there was a huge mistake in the direction of his thinking.

The relationship between Rakshasa Man and Crow made him understand that this matter was not that simple.

If you think about it carefully, Rakshasa Man is not necessarily the killer sent by Crying and Laughing Noodles. He is too strong, many times stronger than Sun Gong. Sending Sun Gong and him at the same time makes the former very redundant.

In addition, they chose the shortest route after experiencing a sandstorm and exiting the Lost Zone. The exit to Sanyang Village was not the original one. If Rakshasa Man was really the killer sent by Crying and Smiling Face, how could he predict the future?

Why would you let yourself go?

A person who is driven to laugh and cry must have grasped the opponent's fatal handle. If Rakshasa Man is really the killer sent by the opponent, it is impossible to let him leave alive, but the opponent has decided to let them go.

"Aren't you the person sent by Crying and Smiling Face?" Zhou Ming asked cautiously, for fear of offending the other party.

"I don't know anyone who laughs or laughs. It's just a coincidence that I'm here." Rakshasa Man said calmly, "See you again if we are destined."

After saying that, the Rakshasa man walked around Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan and walked towards the depths of the stone hill.

Zhou Ming struggled to stand up from the ground and shouted at the opponent's back: "Why did you attack us? Why did you kill them!"

He just wanted to know the answer, but Rakshasa Man did not answer, nor did he stop. He walked to the back of the motorcade and found Chen Sanle lying in a pile of corpses.

Chen Sanle threw away his poker mask, wore a mercenary uniform and lay down among the dead. He used other people's corpses to hold down his broken foot, trying to pretend to be a dead mercenary.

But he was still easily found by Rakshasa Man.

The Rakshasa man kicked away the body covering his broken leg. He saw that the cut section of the other person's broken ankle had a slight bulge in the center, as if it was about to grow another foot.

The injury to his wrist, where the tendon was severed, seemed to have improved a lot.

"Come with me, you have the right to live." Rakshasa man said to Chen Sanle who was lying on the ground.

Chen Sanle turned his head tremblingly to look at the terrifying Rakshasa mask, hesitating in his heart.

He had no choice and finally got up obediently.

The Rakshasa man immediately put Chen Sanle on his shoulders, jumped up and landed on a lower rock, and then jumped twice to a higher rock. After several leaps, he disappeared from Zhou Ming's sight.

He left, leaving only corpses on the ground.

"We are so lucky. I didn't expect that your necklace saved us." Wang Siyan stood up and looked at the silver coin around Zhou Ming's neck with a thoughtful expression.

Zhou Ming glanced at her and then at the messy battlefield behind him.

Everyone in the escort was dead, but the passengers, driver, slaves, and the three guides were all alive, and the Rakshasa man didn't kill any of them.

He chopped up the guy playing poker and took him away. What was his purpose?

"Now...what should we do now? Let's enter the village quickly!" The guide hiding behind the second car in the back poked his head out and consulted Wei Er's two bodyguards.

They also saw the battle between Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan just now. Although Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan lost, they are still the biggest source of security for others. Except for them, no one can protect ordinary people like them anymore.

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"Treat the wound and then enter the village." Zhou Ming said.

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After many twists and turns, and experiencing several dangers, Zhou Ming and the others finally arrived at Sanyang Village, a huge village that I don’t know how to describe.

It has been five days since they arrived. During these five days, they walked around under the guidance of the guide and got a general understanding of the living environment of Sanyang Village.

Sanyang Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The exact number of residents cannot be calculated, and no one has ever done so. However, excluding the mining workers in the mines, there are tens of thousands of people living here normally, of which about 7,000 are from Sanyang.

The lowest-level peons in the village live in primitive wooden houses and make a living by lighting kerosene candles. They gather near the mines. Most of them work to manage the miners.

People who are better than them are the managers of the black market trading market. They are the minions of several rulers of Sanyang Village. They are responsible for negotiating transactions with outsiders and circulating materials, and the number is thousands.

There are only a few hundred people at the top of this village pyramid. They are the largest rulers of Sanyang Village. They are a real armed group with absolute violence and live like emperors in this remote ravine.

Although there is no signal in this place, you cannot surf the Internet, and there is a lot less fun in interacting with the outside world, but this does not mean that the lives of the Turkish emperors are boring.

On the contrary, they had a lot of fun. Many years ago, they ordered people to carve out enough space on the mountainside to build a large European-style villa. Now they live there, keeping a large number of female slaves and male slaves, female masters and male slaves.

The owners all lived a dissolute life.

Although there is no local power station, they purchased a large number of batteries and charging devices for human power generation from outsiders to meet their power supply needs. Stand-alone games and novels that do not require an Internet connection are their favorite entertainment methods.

Of course, these entertainments are too childish in Zhou Ming's eyes. In his eyes, all existing novels are boring anecdotes. Video games have no elements of horror and horror. Campus romance and business management are the most popular game types.

The living standards of these people are comparable to the wealthy areas in A-class residential areas, and are incompatible with this poor and backward village.

According to the guide, generally they would not meet the Tu Emperor, and those who negotiated and communicated with them were the managers of the black market.
Chapter completed!