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412. Back Mountain Forbidden Area 1

After thinking about it, I felt relieved. The three of them were joking all the way, listening to Xiao Donghu's nonsense and Zhang Baifa telling some anecdotes about the mountains. Time flew by quickly, and the way down the mountain was much easier than the way up the mountain.

, by the time I felt tired, I had already reached the foot of the mountain.

I wanted to take a short rest, but seeing that the two of them were in high spirits and looked like they wanted to immediately spread their wings and fly into the Zhu family's house, I felt embarrassed and had to follow them quickly.

A moment later, the three of them arrived at the door of Mr. Zhu’s house. Xiao Donghu waved to us to signal us to be silent. He grabbed one of our arms with one hand and jumped up to the roof.

The two of us put it down gently, with ourselves between us, and gently uncovered a piece of tiles. The three of us stretched our heads and looked down together.

In the main hall of the house, Mr. Zhu was sitting on the purple bamboo cane chair in the middle. He coughed one after another. Every cough made people wonder whether this old man, who was in his seventies or eighties, would still be able to breathe in his next breath.

Gotta come out.

The three of them stood beside the purple bamboo and rattan chairs with their heads bowed, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the old man. It seems that although Mr. Zhu is old, no one in Qingshan Town dares to go against his will, as long as he

Still breathing, he is the most powerful person in Qingshan Town.

The man on the left is about thirty years old, tall and burly, like a giant, with a square face, a short head, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, a wide mouth and a lion's nose, with a bare upper body, and his tendons are shining with oil. At first glance, he is a guy who is not lacking in strength.

, none other than Jin Yuanwei.

The man on the right is about fifty years old, with a short build, light eyebrows and small eyes, a sharp nose and a sharp mouth. He is wearing a jacket one size too big and has a cigarette pot on his waist. Although he lowers his head, he has a pair of rat eyes.

He was constantly turning around. No need to ask, he knew that he was a scheming person, but it was Wang Shunshui.

The one in the middle is a standard farmer. He is about forty years old. His appearance is ordinary and could not be more ordinary. He is the type that you can never find him if you throw him into a crowd. However, his face is always gloomy, except for the movement of his eyes.

In the meantime, apart from the occasional flash of light, there was a waxy face with almost no expression, and it seemed that he was not the same generation as Yi Xiang.

The coughing sound finally ended when Mr. Zhu spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. The old man stretched out his trembling hand and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief that was so dirty that he couldn't see the color. He took two heavy breaths and spit out a mouthful.

The air was turbid, and a trace of blood appeared on his scorched face.

The farmer in the middle immediately bent down even lower and asked softly: "Old man, are you okay? How about asking Xiang Gu to come and take a look?"

The old man slowly opened his cloudy eyes and said hoarsely: "I can't die. It's an old problem. Don't bother Xianggu. If Xianggu could be cured, she would have been cured long ago. I didn't want that thing fifty years ago."

It killed me but left me coughing for most of my life. It would have been better to die right then and there."

Before the farmer could answer, the old man changed the topic and said, "Poshan, you, Shunshui, and Jinwazi can't deal with that tiger?"

"You have to know that once you invite that family back, I'm afraid the disaster will not be less than that tiger. That family has always been unruly and unruly. They never show any mercy, and even with their bravery, they don't let go of the rules of the Thirteen Strange Sects.

In my eyes, I haven’t come back since I left the mountain. What if it’s easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away?”

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