Late at night, the city lord's mansion was brightly lit and heavily guarded. The old lord had been sitting in the lobby, sleepless, waiting for news from the vicious bird troops.
He had a slightly ominous premonition, as if he had predicted a long time ago that one day he would face the rise of the Contract Clan again.
Now that fate has allowed him to reincarnate and awaken again, things will not be suppressed so easily.
He was waiting for news and hesitating whether he needed to report the news to the royal family.
Dragon-eating loach, dragon-eating loach, you have finally waited for this moment when Li Bing returns!
But you are no longer the dragon-eating loach of yesteryear, and he is no longer the Li Bing of yesteryear. Can this contract continue in this reincarnation?
After receiving the news that the old master had left seclusion, more and more generals and city stewards came to visit.
The old master has not appeared for many years, so they have reason to come to visit and express their goodwill.
But the old master remained silent and ignored their intentions. Intimidated by the oppressive atmosphere in the lobby, the old people who came to visit silently stayed with him. The younger generation all left, and the generals hurried back to their respective camps.
Summoning their troops to enter a state of martial law. They didn't know what their boss was worried about, but they had never seen him behave like this in their memory.
The night is as dark as ink, and the ancient city is quiet and peaceful.
The sound of the wind coming from the direction of the Snowy Mountains reaches here slowly and faintly, bringing a different kind of tranquility that permeates the street corners and eaves.
Somewhere in the inner city less than a kilometer away from the city lord's palace, there is a landmark building - the lighthouse. It is the observation tower of Agung City overlooking the snow-capped mountains, and it is also the tallest building.
Although it is a time of peace, there are still many troops stationed there. From the bottom to the top of the lighthouse, the number of defenders decreases from a few hundred to a few. However, although the number of people decreases, the strength of the defenders gradually increases.
Sitting at the top of the lighthouse is a venerable man from the city lord's palace.
This is also his place of retreat.
But during this special tense and delicate period tonight, he actually fell asleep in bed, sleeping very deeply. Golden butterflies danced around him, making the whole bed covered with golden light.
From a distance, it looks like a sleeping golden butterfly!
This is... the ecstasy mark!
In this stone house on the top where he had always lived alone, there was a man in black clothes and black hair, leaning against the window, quietly looking at the city lord's palace a thousand meters away.
It was Tang Yan who quietly left the hotel.
He sat there quietly, his thoughts like a tide, slowly penetrating towards the city lord's palace, avoiding the strong man as much as possible, and also exploring the realm of the strong man's strength.
The lips and teeth were open and closed, and a small golden scissor danced happily on the tip of the tongue, splashing out a golden brilliance like an electric light. It looked very delicate and charming, like a handicraft, but the sharp aura that permeated it made people dare not look directly at it.
According to what I have seen and heard for a long time, there is indeed a semi-saint-level old master in the city lord's mansion, and there are two strong men in the third-level martial arts realm. One is the current city lord, the White Bone Venerable, and the other is the guardian elder of the city.
He is an old slave who has served the old master for many years.
Tang Yan was not in a hurry to rush in to investigate. He was waiting for the return of the 50,000 ferocious bird iron army. He was also thinking about countermeasures and how to perfectly solve the situation in Shicun.
actually……
The development of the matter was somewhat beyond expectations. Judging from the fact that 50,000 ferocious birds swooped down on the snow-capped mountains, the city government's emphasis on Shicun had reached an 'exaggerated' level.
Tang Yan originally wanted to resolve this matter easily. After all, after three thousand years, it could be resolved with a little intimidation, but... thinking back to the 50,000 ferocious birds in the morning, and looking at the bright lights of the city now, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
It seems that I have wandered into a quagmire.
In the city mansion, the old master was sitting at the top of the lobby. A candle was flickering beside him, illuminating his old face. All the old people were silently accompanying him, and the atmosphere was depressing and weird.
The guards outside tried not to make any noise, and also prevented some juniors and maids from entering by mistake, for fear of alarming the old master.
Suddenly, the old master raised his eyelids and cast his eyes full of vicissitudes into the distance.
Thousands of meters away, on the top of the lighthouse, Tang Yan's golden scissors on the tip of his tongue suddenly paused, staring in the direction of the lobby of the city lord's mansion through the dark night sky.
The old man stood up slowly and walked out of the lobby on crutches.
The old people woke up from their dreams and stood up one after another to follow, looking at each other strangely.
The guards outside quickly knelt down on one knee and respectfully called the master.
The old master didn't make any special expression, just stood in front of the lobby, looking at the distant sky calmly, his eyes swept away the vicissitudes of life, as clear as water, bright as light, staring at the distant sky.
The other old people looked at the night sky one after another, but the night was dim and lightless, and they couldn't see anything clearly. They searched carefully, but found nothing, and they felt even more strange.
Tang Yan paused at the window for a while, swallowed the golden scissors on the tip of his tongue, waved his hand and took away the golden butterfly on the bed, and jumped down from the thousand-foot tower.
Like a falcon under the night, disappearing in the dark sky above the ancient city.
The venerable man woke up faintly on the bed, wondering why he had fallen asleep.
The old master in the city continued to look at the tower. After a long time, he said calmly and in a hoarse voice: "Go and check."
In the darkness nearby, a hunched old man bowed his head and then disappeared silently.
"Master, what happened?" Everyone was shocked. The master actually sent his personal slave out to investigate what? Who to investigate!!
When Tang Yan returned to the hotel, candles were lit in the courtyard. The two old men and the little girl Tingting were all there, and there was also an additional soldier wearing ordinary military uniforms.
He looked about forty years old, unshaven and a little tired, but he still had a gentle smile on his face.
"Eat more. I know you will come back today and I will leave it for you."
"Here, there's still half a roast chicken. We have guests here today, and there's some leftover. Tingting couldn't bear to eat it, so I'll keep it for you."
"Don't worry, don't worry, drink some soup."
The old woman kept picking up vegetables for the man and tidying up his clothes kindly.
Although it was just ordinary rice and vegetables, the man ate it very deliciously and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. The little girl Tingting stepped on the stool and tiptoed, humming a little tune, and stood behind the man happily combing his hair.
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The old man smoked a cigarette, sat across the table, and casually talked to the man about things in the army. The old woman kept nagging, often interrupting the old man, caring about the man's health, and telling him to pay attention to his safety.
The man was very tired, but very quiet, and reminded his parents to keep warm.
Tang Yan stood in the dark corner and was suddenly moved by the scene in front of him, by the warmth and happiness, and by this sincere and pure emotion.
He didn't even dare to show up, for fear of breaking the tender scene.
In the lives of ordinary people, there is not so much domineering and gorgeousness, there are not those plots and calculations, there is only hardship and sourness, but there is also a different kind of excitement and a different kind of warmth.
At noon the next day, the vicious bird troops returned to the ancient city, causing an uproar and making the whole city of Agung boil with noise. Just because the 50,000 vicious birds left majestic and murderous, and when they came back, they were wailing and miserable.
When they returned, there were only more than 20,000 soldiers left, almost all of them wounded, but only one of the two venerables who led the troops returned wounded!
"The snow mountain monsters rioted and ambushed the vicious bird troops!"
"A giant white python swallowed the deputy commander alive!"
"Twenty-three thousand elite soldiers died in the Snowy Mountains!"
"According to reliable information, the purpose of 50,000 troops entering the snowy mountains is to round up the remnants of Stone Village, the legacy of the rebel saint three thousand years ago."
"Are they still alive?"
"They actually survived until now? It's incredible!"
"Why did the Vicious Bird Unit round up the survivors of Stone Village? Were they involved in this ambush?"
"Is it possible that Ishimura has awakened again?"
People were talking a lot, and various versions of speculation were circulated in the streets, teahouses and restaurants, and were constantly reported with added embarrassment.
The city lord's palace was shaken, and various military camps were mobilized frequently.
"Are these old monsters in the Snow Mountain crazy? They have lived for hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years. They should all know the reputation of Agung City and be familiar with our numbers. How could they kill us for no reason?"
"This is definitely a purposeful attack, this is an ambush!"
"Is there someone behind the scenes?"
"Those demon lords are all so rebellious, how could they obey the instructions of outsiders?"
"Could it be with the mysterious man in black in Ishimura?"
The old people in the city hall started talking again and realized the seriousness of the problem. The matter might be more serious than expected.
The old master's face was solemn. Even though he was well prepared, he was still shocked by such a violent turn of events. He waved away all the old people and stayed alone in the lobby to meditate.
Tang Yan continued to wander around the city, learning about the news in the snowy mountains.
Nothing happened that I was worried about, those monsters did very well.
Corner Inn.
Tingting was struggling to carry a basin of water, and followed her grandma to water the vegetable patch outside the courtyard. Her young face was flushed, maybe because her father came back last night, and the little girl was very happy today.
Grandparents start a busy day, which is hard but warm.
Although the small shop is simple and few people come to stay, they still take care of it carefully and keep it clean and tidy.
"Grandpa, are you here to stay at the hotel?" Tingting suddenly ran forward happily and looked at the old man walking from the alley with her big bright eyes.
"Hello, are you staying in a hotel or eating?" The old woman quickly left the vegetable garden and enthusiastically welcomed the customer into the store.
but……
The old man ignored their enthusiasm and looked at the dilapidated shop with cold eyes.
"Grandpa?" Tingting felt that this old man was weird.
The old woman also noticed something was wrong. She quietly pulled Tingting to her side and asked with a smile: "Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel? It's very clean inside and very affordable."
The old man glanced at them, his expression cold and his voice even colder: "What is the origin of the man in black who moved in yesterday?"