Grave Robber: Go crazy!You call this going to the grave?

"Who are you?"

It wasn't until the first person asked him a question that Ye Cheng confirmed that this group of people really saw him.

How can this be?

Ye Cheng froze in place, but Zhu Rong raised his eyes to look at Ye Cheng, and said indifferently:
"Don't ask, you can't afford it."

He didn't know who could escape Zhu Rong's eyes and appear in an instant, let alone these mortals.

Ye Cheng touched the Seven Star Sword directly behind his back, and pulled it out with a clang!
"Good job! Give me death!"

As he said that, the Seven Star Sword swung forward, directly bullied him, and slashed at the crowd!

The crowd was so frightened that they ran away in all directions. The village head knelt on the spot, watching Ye Cheng charge towards him with a dazed expression:
"You, you... rude! Unreasonable!"

Ye Cheng sneered, the back of the Seven Star Sword was drawn directly on the man's face, and said coldly:

"When you flooded, who the hell saved you?"

"Ah You……"

"What is the real reason why you survived?"

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

The so-called village head had been bloodied by Ye Cheng's pumping, more than half of his teeth had fallen out, and he begged for mercy inarticulately.

But Ye Cheng didn't intend to stop at all.

"It's the fucking Zhu Rong!"

The back of the sword was drawn again, the village chief was speechless, and the other clansmen were too frightened to make a sound.

Ye Cheng didn't feel anything at all, the Seven Star Sword scratched against the stone and made an ear-piercing sound.

"Without him, you are now on the brink of extinction."

"Without him, you too might suffer from the plague."

"And what are you doing?"

A clansman said tremblingly:
"We didn't question Lord Zhu Rong's contribution, but we just felt that this monster was not the real Lord Zhu Rong..."

"That's why I didn't do anything to you, because you are just mentally ill, and he has shit in his brain!"

Ye Cheng interrupted coldly, looked at the village chief with piercing eyes, and said lightly:

"Believe what he says. Do you eat shit when he says shit is delicious?"

Don't blame Ye Cheng for swearing so much, who can feel angry when encountering such a thing?

He really didn't expect that this group of people could still see him, it was a blessing!
Even though all of this might just be false, he had to have a good time before talking about it!

Zhu Rong stared blankly at all this, looked at Ye Cheng with a slightly weird look, and said doubtfully:
"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Zhu Rong, and said inexplicably:

"What are you afraid of?"

"You have to know that in this world, some people are much scarier than monsters!"

"What's more, you only have the blood of a strange beast. Who said that a strange beast must be bad? Who gave the definition?"

"Anyone who kills can go to jail and turn over a new leaf. You didn't do anything, why are you being treated like this?"

Zhu Rong was confused, but he understood one thing——

Ye Cheng didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all.

The village chief was lying on the ground bloody and bloody, some daring clansmen tried to go forward to rescue him, but Ye Cheng stared back.

"As long as I'm still here today, whoever saves him will end up with him!"

"You can't do that! How are you any different from a monster?"

"what!"

Ye Cheng flicked the Seven Star Sword and said with a sneer:

"Don't say I'm the same as a monster. After all, I haven't stopped a flood, nor have I stopped a plague."

"I do not deserve!"

The clansmen had never heard of such yin and yang strangeness, and they couldn't speak a word after being stuck for a long time.

Ye Cheng's Seven Star Sword was directly inserted into the ground, endured and endured, and asked:
"Zhu Rong, why don't you resist?"

"They've obviously already been riding on your neck, why are you insulting me here?"

Zhu Rong closed his eyes, and after a long time, he said in a dark voice:

"Maybe... I still have a little fantasy about them."

"You are a monster! You summoned monsters to kill people, so cruel to the village chief, don't—"

Before the suddenly violent clansman finished speaking, Ye Cheng directly sealed his throat with a sword, and the man was stuck clutching his neck for a long time before falling limply to the ground.

"Are you allowed to speak?"

If Ye Cheng hadn't cared about Zhu Rong's mood, he would have swung his sword and killed them all.

"Let me tell you about Zhu Rong. Although it may not be my turn to say this, I have to say it."

"You don't need to care about these wicked people at all, especially—"

Ye Cheng kicked the village chief who was lying on the ground, and said lightly with a wailing sound:

"Such people."

"Why does he insist on your transformation into a beast, and even make other clansmen suspect that you are not the real Zhu Rong?"

"I guess you must have shown flames before, they probably don't believe it?"

Seeing that Zhu Rong was silent, Ye Cheng laughed out loud, and stepped on the village head's left hand!
"It's all a bunch of things!"

"Let me tell you, Zhu Rong, that this kind of person is a disaster if he lives, he might as well die in that flood."

"In the future, please live for yourself, save the people who need to be saved, and do what needs to be done!"

Zhu Rong stared blankly at Ye Cheng, and muttered to himself:

"Save the people who should be saved, do what should be done..."

But before he could ask the question, the space in front of Ye Cheng was suddenly distorted, and the will had already been read.

"There really isn't much time for the incomplete one, tsk..."

Ye Cheng touched the crystal coffin with an unhappy expression on his face. If time permits, he really wants to persuade Zhu Rong to be good and kill them all with one sword.

Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be a small hidden compartment under the coffin.

"Ye Cheng, why do you suddenly smell like blood?"

Ye Cheng was taken aback, and when he heard Ling Ran's words, he suddenly ran out of the palace and looked at the murals.

Sure enough, the vicious man was already lying on the ground with a blurred face, and a strange man with short sleeves and shorts, holding a sword, was engraved on it!

"Is it like this before?"

Yang Jun, who followed Ye Cheng, was taken aback for a moment, looked at the mural carefully, and was stunned:
"No, why is this man lying on the ground...why does this sword-wielding man look so modern?"

Ye Cheng's heart moved, he lifted his foot back to the front of the coffin, and smashed the hidden compartment with his hand.

There is nothing in the dark compartment, only a short line of characters carved in the ancient language.

"Save the people who should be saved, and do what should be done?"

Ling Ran leaned over to take a look, and then read aloud.

Ye Cheng stood where he was, staring at the coffin.

There was a sudden chill behind him, and the smell of blood seemed to be stronger.

Ye Cheng suddenly remembered his previous conjecture that the system might not be for watching "TV dramas".

Instead, he crossed the long river of time and let him directly witness the truth with his own eyes.

No matter how strong a person's memory is, he will not remember every passerby in his life clearly.

In Mo Han's consciousness, everyone in that bustling street has his own clear face.

So, what exactly is the system?