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Shi Mu put the black meteorite knife on his shoulder as soon as he stopped his sword. He looked up and down at the boulder in front of him, and the corner of his mouth curled up.
Since the Wujiao tribe and the Fierce Snake tribe colluded and wanted to take his life, he didn't mind making the matter clear to see who was more afraid of the matter being exposed.
In the following time, Shi Mu first found Si Xiang from outside the camp, tore off parts of his torn clothes and tied them to his body together with a boulder. Then he hugged his neck and stroked it a few times.
Sibui seemed to know something, and made a few mooing sounds, rubbing his furry head against Shi Mu, looking reluctant to let go.
Not long after Shi Mu entered Barbarian territory, this four-faced man has been with him all the time, and has gradually developed some feelings for him.
However, this thing is still wild and unsuitable for keeping by your side.
Then, he chose a direction opposite to the route he had checked, and slapped Si Xiang's butt hard with his right hand.
"Ouch!"
Si Xiang screamed in pain, moved his limbs, and immediately galloped out like an arrow, with his legs flying. In the blink of an eye, he was on a short slope not far away, stopped, and looked back at Shi Mu.
Shi Mu looked at him and waved his hand to say goodbye.
Si unlike looked up to the sky and let out a moo, turned around and left, disappearing into the night.
In the following time, Shi Mu took out the horses of the Wujiao tribe one by one. After leaving one behind, the rest were stuffed with broken clothes stained with his own breath, and tied with a huge stone to let these horses
Running away in all directions.
After finishing all this, Shi Mu picked up the bulging cowhide package, mounted the remaining wild horse, and quickly left the place in the direction checked on the map.
One day later.
A middle-aged barbarian with a bald forehead and a long braid on the back of his head appeared next to the bonfire in the Wujiaobe camp, with a long green whip wrapped around his right arm.
At this moment, he was staring at the writings on the boulder in front of him with blazing eyes. The green light on the long whip in his hand gradually lit up. With a shake of his arm, the long green whip rolled out like a green snake.
However, when he was about to touch the boulder, for some unknown reason, it quickly rolled back and wrapped around his arm.
At this time, the long-braided middle-aged barbarian's eyes had regained his composure, and a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.
He had just inspected the camp. The cavalry of the Wujiao tribe had been massacred. Even Wugel, the commander of the early Xiantian period, died tragically. However, judging from the methods and techniques of killing, it seemed to be the same as what he had done before.
The information is different.
Suddenly, a blue light flashed on his chest, and blue scales appeared all over his body. His eyes turned red.
He first looked around at the ground attentively, then changed a few positions and twitched his nose a few times, as if he was smelling something.
"Hehe, interesting!"
After a while, the middle-aged barbarian with long braid smiled instead of angry and murmured something.
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One month later, in a remote fishing village in Kaiyuan Mansion, Da Qi State.
At this time, the sun has just risen in the east, and there is a huge smoke on the sea. The wind has not yet risen, and there are several small boats dotted on the sea, swaying with the waves.
In the fields around the village, many old people and women who got up early were busy working on their own vegetable plots.
The fishing village is close to the sea, and the surrounding land has high salinity and is very barren, so fishermen mostly use it to grow fruits and vegetables that do not require high land.
More villagers were busy drying fish nets or dried fish in front and behind their houses, while some were sitting quietly in front of their houses, basking in the sun and mending their fishing nets.
Many naked children were playing and playing in the village, playing games they never tire of playing. The naughtier ones would even run around behind the chickens and ducks foraging for food.
At the entrance of the village, a khaki dog was lying lazily on the ground, bathing in the morning light.
Judging from its loose, wrinkled skin, it is very old, and even old does not want to move.
Suddenly, the old yellow dog sniffed a few times, as if he had discovered something. His eyelids that were originally closed suddenly opened, and he started barking toward the outside of the village.
In the blink of an eye, the whole village was filled with the sound of dogs barking.
At this time, a tall young man wearing black clothes and carrying a large cowhide package behind his back took a deep breath of the slightly sea-smelling air and stood at the entrance of the village with a look of excitement in his eyes.
This person is none other than Shi Mu, who returned from the barbarian wilderness, and this is the fishing village where he lived since childhood.
After he left the Wujiao Tribe camp that day, in order to reduce trouble, he disguised himself as a barbarian again and headed towards the seaside, and soon entered the Yanfang Tribe's sphere of influence.
Speaking of which, the token given by the Flame Fang Priest is quite useful. There are checkpoints, fortresses, and barbarian cavalry that cannot be avoided along the way. As long as they see this token, they will all be let go directly and respectfully.
It saves a lot of trouble.
Because of careful planning in advance and the fact that he was always out and about at night, the journey went very smoothly except for a few fierce beasts.
After walking for more than half a month, he arrived at the East China Sea. Then he moved along the seashore in the direction of the human race, passing through the Huang Kingdom and entering the Daqi Kingdom.
After traveling day and night across several states and counties, we finally entered the Quanzhou territory of Da Qi State two days ago.
This is Shi Mu’s hometown and the small fishing village where he grew up.
Speaking of which, five or six years have passed by since he left the fishing village with Manager Cheng, and due to various reasons, he never had the chance to come back.
Now that he finally had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to return.
After all, after returning to the Black Demon Sect of Yan Kingdom this time, I don’t know how many years or months it will take before I can come back again.
Just when Shi Mu was lost in thought, the old yellow dog at the entrance of the village suddenly stopped barking and ran towards Shi Mu. After sniffing him, he circled around him like he was having fun.
Shi Mu couldn't help but laugh, leaned over and touched the old yellow dog's head, and the old yellow dog also licked his fingers excitedly.
This old yellow dog belongs to Shi Mu's next-door neighbor Heiyu's family. He used to be quite familiar with Shi Mu. When Shi Mu left, he was still a mature yellow dog.
Shi Mu patted the old yellow dog on the head, then stood up and walked towards the village with flying strides.
The old yellow dog waggled its tail and followed for a short distance, then began to pant, then opened its mouth and tongue, and slowly ran back to the entrance of the village.
Shi Mu glanced around and found that after so many years, the fishing village had not changed at all, it was still exactly the same as in his memory.
There are many men in the village. This season is not a good time for fishing at sea, so most of the men have not gone to sea. Otherwise, they would have gone to sea for early fishing at this time.
At this time, many people in the village also discovered Shi Mu, but the clothes he was wearing seemed to be of great value, and he was carrying a long black knife behind his back. He looked extremely tough, and everyone only dared to look at him from a distance.
Two eyes.
"Is it Muwazi?" An old man, who was sitting in front of his house and weaving a fishing net, suddenly said with his face full of grooves and his eyes cloudy.
"It's me, Uncle Nine, I'm coming back to see my mother." Shi Mu felt warm in his heart, looked at the old man, and replied with a smile.
When he was young, his mother lived a hard life with him, and most people in the village ignored him. This uncle was one of the few who treated them well and often helped them.
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back." The old man muttered to himself as if he was remembering something.
Upon hearing the exchange between the two men, the male and female villagers nearby had different expressions and started talking in twos and threes.
"What, he is Shi Mu, what a big change!"
"Looking at his appearance, he must have made a fortune outside."
"Look at the sword behind him. It's so powerful. He couldn't have really become a martial artist in a martial arts school, right?"
"What kind of martial artist? Didn't he kill someone back then? Then the Wu family..."
"Shh, keep your voice down!"
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All these villagers' words fell into Shi Mu's ears, and many of them looked at Shi Mu with a slightly strange look.
Shi Mu knew without guessing that after he killed the Jin and Wu families, the two families must have sent people to the fishing village long ago and offered attractive rewards. I am afraid that some of these villagers have already taken advantage of the situation.
The thought of reporting the message.
Naturally, he would not care about anything with these villagers. After all, with his current strength, he no longer cares about the Jin family and the Wu family.
Shi Mu walked up to Uncle Jiu, squatted down, and chatted with him casually for a few words. At the same time, he quietly stuffed a piece of gold leaf wrapped in cloth into his hand, and told him to open it again in the room.
Get up and leave.
He kept walking and soon came to the outside of a dilapidated wooden house, which was the home of him and his mother.
He looked at the drafty room in front of him with a complicated look on his face.
After a while, he came to his senses, gently opened the wooden door and walked in.
Everything in the house was as before, except that it was covered with a deep layer of dust.
All the memories from the past slowly poured into his mind. Shi Mu stood quietly in the room with a smile on his lips.
After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by the sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
"Miko, you're back!" A deep male voice called out.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark-skinned man in his thirties walked in from outside.
"Yes, I'm back. Brother Heiyu, long time no see." Shi Mu turned around and looked at the man dressed as a fisherman with a smile.
Heiyu is his neighbor. Heiyu is called Heiyu because of his dark skin. He has grown up with Shi Mu. To say that the family in the village has the closest relationship with Shi Mu's family, it is his family.
"Muzi, please leave quickly, someone will catch you soon! Not long after you left the fishing village, there were many strangers in the village, asking about your whereabouts from door to door. They claimed to be members of the Jin family and Wu family in Fengcheng.
He threatened to offer a reward of 10,000 taels of silver for the information about you. Someone in the village must have gone to inform him now." Heiyu looked at Shi Mu with concern and urged in a hurry.
"Don't worry, Brother Heiyu, I will be careful." Shi Mu said with warmth in his heart.
It had been a long time since he had experienced the feeling of being cared for so sincerely. (To be continued.)