Ye Qingchen frowned slightly. The other party obviously had some strength. Otherwise, he would not have come to the door quietly. This must be why the male owner asked his wife to run away. He must have thought that their
"Second Uncle" could save them, but they really underestimated Ye Qingchen's strength.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the door to the room was kicked open, and then a stooped old man walked in. He was wearing black clothes and holding a shiny black cane in his hand.
As soon as he entered the door, the old man's eyes first glanced at the man on the ground, and then he narrowed his eyes and stared at Ye Qingchen.
"I don't know who your Excellency is, and why you have come to this small village of ours. If my unsatisfactory nephew offends me in any way, please look at my old face and let him go. I promise to let you go."
Leave this place in peace."
The old man spoke politely. He must have realized that Ye Qingchen was no ordinary person, but a warrior with the same inner strength as him. The most important thing was that Ye Qingchen also had the capital to make him fearful and polite, otherwise he would not
You know how to talk like this.
Ye Qingchen sneered and said: "The old gentleman does have some discernment. To be honest, I didn't originally intend to kill him. I just wanted to leave him to ask a few questions."
At this time, the hostess also walked in. She was trembling and wanted to step forward to see her husband, but she didn't dare.
Ye Qingchen pretended that she did not exist and just stood there waiting for the old man's answer. As long as the other party made any changes, he would respond immediately. Want to confront her head-on? Just come over and try!
The old man looked slightly strange, not sure whether it was because of Ye Qingchen's words or because of his posture, but he returned to normal after a while, just glared at the man on the ground, and then said: "If you have any questions, just ask me.
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Ye Qingchen felt a little hard to understand hearing his formal self-promotion, but he should have the answer soon. Then he sat back on the chair and said, "What is the name of your village?"
"No name." The old man's answer was concise and concise, and he didn't seem to be perfunctory.
"Then what should I call the old gentleman?" Ye Qingchen turned to ask a question that he thought he could get a more reliable answer to.
"My surname is Li Mingda, and my courtesy name is Wenbai. The one you injured is my nephew Yunqing, and this is his wife Li Chen." The old man not only introduced his name, but also introduced the man on the ground and the woman beside him.
Yes, but what makes Ye Qingchen a little confused is, what age is this, why does this old man still have a font name? Could it be that Yun Qing is also his nephew's font name?
Seeing Ye Qingchen's confused look, the old man laughed dryly, sat on the other side, and said: "To be honest, our ancestors have been living here for generations. If outsiders hadn't arrived, we would have thought it was now.
It’s tomorrow!”
Hearing this, Ye Qingchen's jaw almost dropped to the ground. Ming Dynasty? No wonder Li Yunqing and his wife talked about something hundreds of years ago. It turned out to be like this. This village reminded Ye Qingchen immediately.
People of Qin in Peach Blossom Spring.
"I dare to ask Mr. Li, why are you always here? Now that the policies are great and the world is bright outside, how come your ancestors have been hiding here for generations?" Because of the old man's truthful answer, Ye Qingchen was a little more polite, not to mention him.
If you want to inquire about the situation, using torture to extract a confession is only the last resort. Compared with asking clearly like this, it will save time and effort.
"You don't know something. A total of eight people came to this place back then. All eight of them were mountain-moving Taoists. They wanted to find a legendary tomb not far ahead. In order to hide it from others, the eight of them also bought it from a brothel.
The woman came to act as a family member. Then she settled here and secretly searched for the location of the tomb..."
"They finally found him, right?" Ye Qingchen already felt that he was really not far from Xuanyuan's tomb.
Li Wenbai nodded, then sighed and said: "I found it indeed, but they didn't have the ability to enter it, but they died in it one after another. At that time, they all had children, that is, our ancestors,
After the eight people died, their wives and children originally planned to leave here, but a horrific thing happened the day before they left."
Afterwards, Li Wenbai told Ye Qingchen everything that happened that year. However, it was too long and it was difficult for him to explain some details clearly, but it was enough for Ye Qingchen to understand.
.During this period, Li Chen also helped Li Yunqing up from the ground. The latter looked at Ye Qingchen bitterly, but did not dare to make any move.
Before the eight wives and children of the Taoist monks left, one of the families had already taken the first step, but in the end only a six-year-old boy came back, covered in blood, holding his mother and daughter in his hands.
In my sister's mind, the hair of two human heads were tied together. The scene was as frightening as possible. The remaining seven families thought they had met a strongman on the road, but the little boy was already frightened.
I was confused, so I couldn't give them an answer.
During the day the next day, seven other women took their children, a total of nineteen people, on the road together. But in the end, only those children came back, and what they encountered on the road turned into a nightmare for generations.
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It turned out that before they had gone two miles away from the village, a man in black blocked their way and killed their mother without saying a word. The heads of the seven people were tied together for the children to carry.
He came back and told one of the older children, the ancestor of the Li family, that before the descendants of the eight families failed to kill a hundred tomb robbers, there was no one in their family.
No one can leave here.
If one family wants to kill a hundred tomb robbers, eight families would have 800. Let alone tomb robbers, it would be difficult to kill even 800 normal people in this place! These nineteen children have already been killed by that black-clothed man.
People were scared, but their descendants did not think so, thinking that this was just a story told by adults to scare them. Therefore, when some of them grew up, they began to yearn for the outside world and wanted to leave here, but in the end
All of them were carried back by one of them holding their heads.