When Han Feng was feeling strange, he suddenly found an old man squatting in an inconspicuous place at the intersection. He looked to be about sixty years old, with many wrinkles on his face and gray and sparse hair. He was wearing ordinary coarse clothes and a piece of hemp rope tied around his waist.
He was wearing straw sandals on his feet. The skin on his face was dark, his eyes were a little scattered, and his face was not very peaceful, but rather sinister.
As Han Feng walked, he secretly wondered, does the lack of people here have something to do with this old man? Could it be that this man is an old monster who ate all the people in the town? Thinking this in his heart, there was also a look on his face.
He couldn't help but turn a little white. It happened that the old man had better eyesight. Seeing Han Feng's embarrassment, he glared at him and his face became even more ugly, almost as complexion as the bottom of a pot.
Han Feng passed the old man in confusion. The distance between them changed from one foot to five feet, then four feet, then three feet. He was about to pass by each other. His curiosity finally made him stop and turned to face the old man.
, Han Feng clasped his fists and said: "May I ask my husband, why is this place empty but the houses are all intact?"
The old man raised his cold eyes and looked at Han Feng without answering.
Han Feng thought that the old man had not heard his question, so he amplified his voice and said it again. The old man frowned at him, shook his head and sighed: "Another idiot."
Han Feng heard this so clearly that he was not angry but surprised. This old man must have a secret. He leaned down and faced the old man and said: "My father is right. My name is Han Feng. I passed by this place today and want to find a place to stay for one night."
, but I saw every house with its doors closed and lights turned off, isn’t that why?”
The old man sighed and said: "Weren't you still afraid of me at the beginning? You were afraid that I would eat you. If you are afraid, why bother to persist? It's really a shame, so get out of here."
Although the old man spoke rudely, Han Feng was very good at restraining himself. He forced a smile on his face and said with a smile: "Why do you have to be so angry? You see, I'm not very old, and it's my first time to go out.
I'm a little nervous, and even more suspicious when I see the weirdness here. I hope the old man won't be offended." After saying that, he added a few more bows to make the etiquette sufficient.
The old man bared his teeth at Han Feng, and his pale teeth made him sweat a little. The old man said: "Everyone in this town has been dragged away to mine, and they won't turn around until it's time to turn on the lamp. You leave quickly, otherwise you will be killed too."
If you are dragged away to mine, with your body, you will be left with only a pile of bones in less than a month."
Han Feng asked with some confusion: "Can you tell me in more detail, who forced these townspeople to mine? What mineral deposits are there nearby?"
The old man's face gradually became calmer, and he said calmly: "Yangping Town was originally a large town with a radius of hundreds of miles. It was a place where merchants from the south and the north settled. The business was developed, and there was a lot of fertile land around it. The local people lived far and wide.
The residents in the city are wealthy. However, in recent years, Sitian Pavilion has been searching for spirit stone veins everywhere, and found the end of a spiritual vein thirty miles east of the town. Although the spiritual vein is true, there are not many spiritual stone reserves. Mining
It is also very difficult to get up. The monks of Sitian Pavilion dragged all the old and young people in the town to the mines to dig for spiritual stones. It was a pity that in just half a year, No. 100 died of exhaustion." There was a trace of sadness on the old man's face, which made him sad.
Han Feng was a little puzzled. This sadness seemed not all to come from sympathy for the elders in the town.
He immediately asked: "Old man, it stands to reason that everyone in the town will be dragged into mining, why can you be spared?"
The old man smiled bitterly and said: "Maybe people think I am unlucky. Three monks died in Sitian Pavilion one day after I went there. They wanted to stay away from me, and even tried to kill me for fear of being infected with bad luck."
Han Feng felt that this matter was a bit strange and wanted to ask again. He saw an old man and a young man coming on the road at the entrance of the village. Judging by their clothes, they had also been here in a hurry and were tired of the world. The old man was in his sixties, had a dark face and was not tall.
.Besides him was a young girl, who looked about 17 or 18 years old. She had a pretty face, but her face was covered with dust. She had obviously walked a long way to get here.
The old man glanced at the two people in the distance and curled his lips and said: "Two more people are here to die. There are so many idle people in the world. They always run to the gate of hell if they have nothing to do."
Han Feng walked towards the two of them. The old man and the woman were startled by him and took two steps back. Han Feng cupped his hands and said, "Don't panic, I'm not a bad person. It's getting dark now, so stay here."
No, follow me and leave quickly, otherwise you will be dragged into hard labor and never get ahead."
The old man looked him up and down and said: "Don't deceive me as a foreigner. Although there are no people living here, it is still a small shop. If you misbehave with me outside, steal my belongings, and then abandon my body in the wilderness, I will
Someone to talk to for reason."
Han Feng was very angry with him. Then he thought about what they were saying and it made sense. Instead of trying to persuade the two of them, he turned around and hugged the old man on the street, then disappeared into the sunset.
After walking a long way, he still heard the old man and the woman talking about him, and felt quite unhappy. Han Feng simply stopped and looked around, and found that there were many metasequoias more than ten feet high standing on both sides. He gently said
He jumped up and climbed up the big tree. He exerted his strength with both arms and his body was as light as an ape. In a short while, he reached the top of the tree. The view here is excellent, and most of Yangping Town comes into view.
I saw the old man and the girl squatting down under the eaves of a wealthy family, facing the old beggar. The two sides did not speak, but the atmosphere in the small street was extremely strange. Not long after, a sound came from the direction of the town entrance.
There were a lot of sounds, and hundreds of people walked into the dark town. No one spoke or made any noise among these people. Their faces were all full of exhaustion, and most of them were skinny and green.
People came to their respective houses in a familiar manner, unlocked the house, and lit the oil lamps. At this point, Yangping Town had regained some of its popularity. In the dim light of the oil lamps, several men wearing light armor walked towards the entrance of the village. They seemed to be
Around thirty years old, Han Feng's cultivation level was too shallow and he couldn't tell the other person's cultivation level. He could only feel that there were masses of spiritual energy surging in front and behind these people.
Several people came to the old man and the girl, looked at them for a while, and the leader said: "Why did you two come to Yangping Town? What kind of business you do, and you don't report them one by one."
When the old man saw the man standing in front of him with a good face and wearing armor, he did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly bowed and said: "Little old man from Wutong, I want to go to Yuezhou to visit relatives, and when I get here, I have no choice but to find an inn where I can stay.
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The leading man glanced at him, then all his eyes fell on the woman behind him, and said teasingly: "Who is this woman to you?"
The old man looked frightened and said in a slightly trembling voice: "This is my little girl, her name is Gu Ping. We are dependent on each other. We only hope to find a job with relatives in Yuezhou to make a living."
The corner of the man's mouth turned up slightly and he said with a smile: "I see that you two look very different. Could it be that you abducted this woman? Old man, you'd better tell the truth to save us the trouble."
The old man's face was a little anxious, and he hurriedly explained: "Fellow military lords, everything I said is true, please believe me. We are all farmers with our duty, how can we bully you..."
Before the old man could finish speaking, a shining flying sword had pierced his throat, and a burst of wild laughter resounded through the town, "Old man, you dare to lie in front of so many people, do you really think you
Grandpa, don't you dare to kill you? Killing you is as easy as squeezing a bed bug."
The old man's blood surged like a fountain, instantly dyeing the clothes on his chest red, his eyes rolled up, and he died unexpectedly. When the woman behind him realized what was going on, her father had already died. She let out a heartbreaking cry,
The woman was lying on the old man's body, her shoulders shaking, looking particularly miserable.
Han Feng felt a chill in his heart, secretly thinking that it was not good. If he had known this, he would have pulled the father and daughter out just now even if they had to pull hard. Now it is better, even if he takes action, it will be in vain. Depending on their cultivation, the five people standing on the street can pull them out at will.
Anyone who comes out can hit three of them.
Han Feng suppressed his anger and calmed his heart. Impulsiveness could not solve any problem. The more critical the moment, the more calm he needed. The leader of the Sitian Pavilion monks had not taken action yet, indicating that they did not want to kill the girl. As expected, the five
The monk looked at me, and I looked at you, smiling at each other, and started to touch the girl.
One of the monks, who was tall and thick, forced the girl into a corner and raised and lowered his hands. Although Gu Ping resisted, there was no way he could stop the strength of an adult man. He restrained her hands and feet within a few moments.
There was a lot of movement on the street. The lights in the surrounding houses were swaying and there were many people, but no one came out to rescue. The girl's cries and calls for help were heard in the quiet night, which was heartbreaking. Han Feng couldn't bear it anymore, and his feet trembled.
He stepped on the tree trunk and shot out like an arrow. With the forward momentum, he controlled his flying sword with two fingers and stabbed the short man in the back of the head.
With Han Feng's strength in normal times, he would not be able to get within three feet of a man, but it was different at this time. Several low-level monks from Sitian Pavilion were immersed in the extreme excitement of molesting a young girl. In addition, the woman was desperately trying.
The cry just covered up the sound of the wind brought about by Han Feng. Added to the speed of Han Feng's forward motion, the flying sword was shot out at an alarming speed. It pierced the back of the monk's head and flew out from the Yintang, bringing out a cloud of red mist.
Nailed hard to the wall next to the woman.
The woman's eyes widened, and bright red blood sprayed all over her face. She stared at the pale face opposite with extreme fear. After a breath, the hateful man opposite fell to the ground. The room was brightly lit, but no one came out.
The remaining four monks hurriedly dispersed and at the same time pulled out the green sword and held it in their hands.
When Han Feng rushed to the street and faced the four monks, he was a little stupid. Except for the disputes and fights with children in the same village when he was a child, Han Feng had never fought with anyone.