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Chapter 303

Gongs and drums, suona, crying... The desolate sound mixed together resounded in the wilderness.

Looking at the funeral procession that was gradually approaching, Fang Yang frowned. Although he was not discerning now, he could still tell that there must be something strange among these people who appeared so unexpectedly in this barren mountain.

Therefore, he wanted to rush to Tengwen Town as soon as possible to meet Master Liu Shiwen, and he didn't want to make more troubles on the way. While raising his vigilance, he moved his body and moved aside, ready to let the mourners pass first.

Standing by the side of the path, staring intently, he stared blankly at the funeral procession passing by in front of him.

The first ones were two pale-faced boys and girls, each holding a white banner wrapped in white cloth and hanging with elegiac couplets, leading the way.

Immediately behind them were two groups of people beating gongs, drums, and suona; and following them was a man with a big basket full of paper money hanging on his chest, shouting to open the way. He said, while constantly grabbing paper money from the basket, and throwing it into the sky.

But when the man throwing paper money passed by Fang Yang, Fang Yang took a deep look at him.

original.

The people who walked past Fang Yang in front of this man all looked straight ahead without looking sideways, as if Fang Yang didn't exist.

Only this man, when passing by Fang Yang, turned his head slightly and glanced at Fang Yang with a meaningful smile on his lips, which naturally could not escape Fang Yang's eyes.

Although the man glanced at Fang Yang, he didn't make any move.

The funeral procession moved on.

Behind the man, one in front and one behind, followed by two sets of coffins carried by four people.There is a deep red coffin in front of it. The coffin board is thick, with intricate patterns engraved on it, and the whole is made of golden nanmu. One can tell at a glance that the people lying here are either rich or noble.

As for the coffin at the back, it looked much shabby. The coffin board only had a thin layer. When it was carried, it made a "creak" sound as the coffin boards rubbed against each other, as if it would fall apart at any time.

And in the simple coffin behind this, Fang Yang felt two familiar breaths, and after a moment, he shook his head and smiled.

Acquaintance~!

Behind the two coffins, followed by a group of people wearing white filial piety clothes, sobbing softly. At a glance, there were hundreds of people in this group, including men, women and children.

And at the front of the crowd was an old man with a stooped figure, a beard that stretched down to his lower abdomen, and a wrinkled face, leaning on a crutch that was taller than his own body.

He was supported by a young woman, with a gloomy face, and slowly followed the coffin.

Looking at the hundreds of mourners, Fang Yang's eyes flickered, but soon disappeared, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Suddenly stopped.

I saw that just as the old man on crutches arrived in front of Fang Yang, the entire funeral procession suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward.

Fang Yang seemed to have expected this, and looked at the eyes of hundreds of mourners in mourning clothes indifferently.

True Qi flowed into his eyes, and his eyes swept over these people.

Shake his head.

The mourners who were originally mourning each other now all showed their true colors in Fang Yang's eyes.

One after another, weasels, which are much bigger than normal weasels, are human-like, covered in leaves and weeds, standing upright on their hind legs, walking backwards, waving their short and thick front paws, as if wiping away tears In general, look at Fang Yang.

As for the front, the group of people raising flags, beating gongs and drums, and carrying the coffin, now in Fang Yang's eyes, they are all paper figurines one after another, lifeless.

Only the person who sprinkled paper money was transformed from a weasel.

Dissipating his true energy, Fang Yang, who knew what was in his mind, didn't speak, and looked at a large group of weasels that had regained their human form in his eyes.

There was no sound, and no one spoke first.

After a while.

There was a light cough.

I saw a weasel with white hair and red eyes walking towards Fang Yang with the support of a little brown weasel.

This is the old man on crutches at the front of the crowd and the young woman supporting him.

In front of Fang Yang, the old weasel looked at Fang Yang with cloudy eyes: "Dare to ask this Taoist priest, but he came from Jiangjun Village?"

"General Village?"

"It's the village where there is a lady Huang Liu!"

Hearing this, after a little thought, Fang Yang frowned, and replied with a smile: "Exactly!"

"Sure enough!"

Nodding, the old man coughed a few times and sighed, "But the Taoist priest learned that today is the day when one of the clan members goes up the mountain. Everyone in the clan came to see him off, but I was the only one who stayed away. The great-granddaughter who was married to Jiangjun Village did not come. Originally, my great-granddaughter was very obedient. She would not be absent from an important event in this race for no reason! Therefore, before she came, I suspected that something was wrong with her, so I sent Some people went to Jiangjun Village to inquire about it. Unexpectedly, after asking all the people in Jiangjun Village, they all said that my great-granddaughter disappeared for some reason!
And when I heard the report from the people in the family who went to inquire, I immediately suspected that everyone in Jiangjun Village collaborated to kill my poor great-granddaughter, but because there was no evidence, I couldn't report to the official!Therefore, this old man has the guts to disregard etiquette and custom, and stop on the way to the funeral just to ask the head of the church, since you came from Jiangjun Village, why did my great-granddaughter disappear?

If the Taoist master knows, please tell me, a poor old man, even if he can't avenge my great-granddaughter, he can still let my old man know how she died.In this way, even if my old man dies, he will die in peace, and hope that the Taoist priest will be merciful and tell me! "

After finishing speaking, he stared at Fang Yang firmly.

See here.

Fang Yang smiled: "I don't know what the old man's granddaughter looks like? What are the characteristics? Make it clear, Pindao can also see if she is someone that Pindao knows! If you know him, Pindao must know everything and talk endlessly; but If you don’t know each other, please forgive me for being helpless!”

It happened that the mountain road was boring, so he was willing to play with these weasels.

The voice fell.

I saw that the crowd immediately whispered to each other, and there were bursts of sharp noise.

"Humph~!"

Seeing the appearance of his descendants behind him, the old man snorted softly and took the crutch in his hand.

Immediately, the crowd silenced, and no weasel dared to say another word.

Wait for the place to quiet down.

The old man looked at Fang Yang, and cupped his hands at Fang Yang: "The Taoist priest must know him!"

"Not always!"

Shaking his head, Fang Yang looked at the old man with a smile.

"Do you not believe it, Taoist Master? Then listen to what the old man has to say!"

As he spoke, the old man pointed his finger at his forehead, "My granddaughter was born different from ordinary people. When she was born, she had a golden birthmark on her forehead. It was a gift from heaven and a rare genius in our family. Very easy to identify!”

Done.

He stared at Fang Yang: "If you say this, does the Taoist priest remember?"

"is it?"

Hearing this, Fang Yang pretended to be confused and touched his chin and thought for a while, "The one with the golden birthmark on his forehead? I really have to think about it!"

"Don't be in a hurry, Daoist, think about it slowly!"

The old man stroked his beard and said calmly.

Seeing this, in his heart, he already regarded Fang Yang as a Taoist priest who was not good at cultivation, but he didn't know what kind of shit luck he had to kill Huang Liu.

No wonder he thought so.

Who made Fang Yang have no mana fluctuations on his body, and his acting skills were good, so he pretended to be completely invisible to their real bodies.

In this way, in the old man's opinion, they used a little illusion to confuse Fang Yang. Isn't this a sign of Fang Yang's poor cultivation!

Therefore, the old man who thinks that Fang Yang can't run away from Wuzhishan is not in a hurry!
"Golden birthmark..."

After a while, Fang Yang, who was pretending to be puzzled, suddenly brightened his eyes and looked at the old man, "I remembered, at the head of Jiangjun Village, there is a widow Wang, and her daughter has a birthmark on her face!"

But then, Fang Yang shook his head again: "No, no, Widow Wang's daughter, the birthmark is on the left side of the face and not on the forehead, and the birthmark is blue, so it must not be her! Then who else?"

"Zhang Er's pockmark? That's not right. He's a pockmark, and he's a man. He's definitely not your great-granddaughter! That's..."

Yes, no, yes, no.

After going back and forth several times, the old man, who had been in no hurry, was annoyed by Fang Yang who was pretending to be stupid.

"I can't remember, it seems that there is no one with a golden birthmark in Jiangjun Village!"

In the end, Fang Yang directly denied the old man's words, bluntly saying that there is no one with a golden birthmark in Jiangjun Village.

The old man with a cane in his hand, looking at Fang Yang with anger, said, "Think about it again, the Taoist priest, there must be people who the old man said!"

"Really?"

Hearing this, looking at the old man who suppressed his anger, Fang Yang smiled, "Then let me think about it again!"

Soon.

I saw that Fang Yang slapped his palms and laughed loudly: "Remember, there is really a person with a golden birthmark on his forehead."

"Oh, I don't know who it is? Could it be my poor great-granddaughter?" The old man stared at Fang Yang and asked pretending to be puzzled.

"Certainly not!"

Unexpectedly, Fang Yang shook his head and said truthfully, "That's a beast, a weasel that likes to fart! How could your great-granddaughter be a beast, don't you think? If she is a beast, then no That is to say, those of you who are of the same clan as her are also beasts?"

"you……"

Seeing this, he immediately reacted and knew that Fang Yang was pretending to be stupid and playing tricks on himself. He was furious and pointed his cane at Fang Yang, but he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

They have been practicing hard all the time, so that one day they can become immortals and get rid of the demon body.Therefore, what they care most about is that someone says they are beasts. Now that Fang Yang said it directly to his face, how could he not be angry.

Not only him, but all the weasels present were furious, staring at Fang Yang, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

smile.

Looking at the appearance of the weasels, Fang Yang pretended to be puzzled and said: "What's the matter, I scolded a weasel, why are you so angry?"

"Humph~~!"

With a cold snort, the old weasel calmed down his emotions, and pointed at Fang Yang, "You don't have to pretend anymore, why are we angry, don't you know? Daochang is really a good trick, he played hundreds of us in a calm manner. Turning around, the old man really admires, admires!"

"Where is!"

Seeing the old weasel pointing it out directly, Fang Yang no longer hid it, and said directly, "Animals are animals, no matter how long you practice, you will inevitably be mentally retarded. What was my good trick just now, you are too stupid."

Fang Yang, who knew that this group of weasels were not kind, was not polite, and just taunted him.

"you……"

Hearing this, the original weasel was throwing paper money and had been standing there watching Fang Yang talking to the old weasel. The weasel, who hadn't said a word, immediately became furious, jumped up and rushed towards Fang Yang, his eyes were cruel and glowing. Han Guang's claws directly grabbed Fang Yang's neck.

See here.

The old weasel standing in front of Fang Yang didn't stop him. On the one hand, he was very angry with Fang Yang. Now that someone took the initiative to teach Fang Yang a lesson, he was also very happy.

On the other hand, after knowing that Fang Yang was playing tricks on them, he began to be unpredictable about Fang Yang's strength, so it's good for someone to try it out now.

Seeing the claws getting closer and closer to Fang Yang's neck, the cruelty in the jumping weasel's eyes was filled with excitement, as long as he could grab Fang Yang's neck, he was sure to kill Fang Yang with one blow.

How could he not be excited at the thought of avenging his dead sister Huang Liu soon.

smile.

Seeing the weasel as big as a dog pounce on him, Fang Yang stretched out his hand and waved forward.

Pa~!

A loud bang.

I saw that the excited weasel was directly slapped to the ground by Fang Yang's volley.

A huge pothole appeared on the hard ground. A huge weasel whose life or death was unknown was embedded deeply in the pothole, with blood constantly dripping from the corners of its mouth, unable to move at all.

With one palm, not only the weasel was beaten to death, but also the illusion spell on his body was directly broken. Now, even ordinary people can see this huge weasel instead of showing a human form.

Eyes shrink.

Seeing Fang Yang casually shoot Huang San, who has been practicing Taoism for more than 200 years, and kill him, the old weasel was shocked. He was the only monster present who had survived the 300-year tribulation. The strength of the real world.

As soon as Fang Yang took action just now, he could see that Fang Yang's strength was at least at the real-person level, comparable to him, or even a bit more powerful than him.

Therefore, he is not sure about Fang Yang now.

Although they have a large number of people, the gap in such a large realm cannot be made up by the number of people.

He glanced at Fang Yang, who looked indifferent after the shot, and then looked at the panicked weasels behind him. After thinking for a while, the old weasel gritted his teeth, and died of a genius in the clan, who might survive the 300-year catastrophe Huang Liu, although he felt great hatred in his heart, he wished he could kill Fang Yang immediately.

However, thinking that Fang Yang's strength is unclear now, if he takes revenge rashly, if he is not careful, it is very likely that hundreds of descendants present will be damaged here.

Then his bloodline would be cut off.

Therefore, no matter how much he hates, for the sake of his descendants, he can only endure it first.

Forcing a smile on his face, the old weasel held Fang Yangyi's hand in his hand: "It turned out to be the real person in person. If the old man was rude just now, I hope that the real person will forgive me. Don't take it to heart!"

Finished.

I saw that among the weasels standing behind the old weasel, there was a commotion immediately. They looked at the old weasel in surprise. They didn't expect that the ancestor, who had sworn to avenge Huang Liu before setting off, would now kill him. Huang Liu's murderer subdued.

Immediately, several angry weasels were ready to speak, asking the ancestor to avenge Huang Liu, but they couldn't say the words on their lips.

They were not stupid, and they naturally knew why the ancestor wanted to surrender to Fang Yang, but the anger in their chests was really uncomfortable, so they couldn't help but want to speak out.

However, when it was time to speak, reason prevailed again. They knew that if the ancestor really made a move, Fang Yang would definitely not sit still.

And once two masters of the Realm Realm fought their lives, those little weasels who had entered the Dao Realm, or even those little weasels who hadn't even entered the Dao Realm, would surely suffer heavy casualties.

If you are lucky, a few can escape; if you are unlucky, you may all die on the spot.

At that time, this bloodline, I am afraid that there will be only those descendants who have not cultivated the demon power, stayed in the lair and did not follow to take revenge, like beasts.

And without guidance, those weasels who are still beasts have basically stopped their cultivation.

Therefore, the words of the ancestor's revenge were already on his lips, but those weasels just couldn't say it.

Looking at the appearance of those weasels, Fang Yang smiled.

His eyes turned to the smiling old weasel: "I won't blame you for blocking my way." He pointed at Huang San, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, "I don't mind if it attacks me. Anyway, I didn't suffer any loss! But! ..."

Having said that, Fang Yang stopped and looked at the old weasel.

See here.

"It's just what? The Taoist priest just said it doesn't matter." He immediately handed over his hand, and the old weasel looked at Fang Yang's eyes and said with a smile.

A raised eyebrow.

Fang Yang pointed to the thin coffin carried by four paper figurines: "Let him out, I have something to ask him!"

heard.

The old weasel's eyes flickered, and after a while, he gestured to the weasel who had been supporting him.

See here.

Nodding, the female weasel stepped forward, and under the surge of thin demon power, the four paper figurines carrying the coffin immediately moved into action, turned around, carried the coffin to De Fang Yang, bent slightly to put down the coffin, Get up and walk aside.

Seeing this, Fang Yang stretched out his hand and gestured to the old weasel for the thin coffin that had been placed on the ground.

"Dare to obey!"

With a smile, without any hesitation, the old weasel stepped forward and reached out to touch the thin coffin. Immediately, a woman's cry and a man's consolation came from the coffin.

This coffin has been sealed by the old weasel's Yaoyuan, so that the people inside cannot escape, let alone make a sound.But now, Yaoyuan was taken back by the old weasel, and the voice inside immediately came out.

And Fang Yang knew this, so he signaled the old weasel to break the seal.

In any case, the old weasel has also survived the 300-year tribulation. The seal he placed is very powerful. Although Fang Yang can break it violently, it will definitely take a lot of effort.

Instead of doing this, it is better to ask the old weasel to untie it by himself, and save himself the effort.

Hearing the voice inside, Fang Yang stepped forward and knocked on the coffin board: "Come out!"

Following Fang Yang's movements, the voice inside immediately disappeared.

moment.

I saw that the covered coffin moved and slowly opened, and in the opened gap, a pair of slightly nervous eyes were exposed.

After scanning around, his eyes lit up immediately when he saw Fang Yang standing in front of the coffin.

Pa~!

The coffin board was lifted aside in an instant, Liu Shiwen inside struggled to get up from the coffin, pulled up his wife Hongmei, walked to Fang Yang's side with a look of restlessness in a few steps, and looked around nervously Full of weasels.

As for Hongmei, she was crying pear blossoms with rain, hiding behind Liu Shiwen, not even daring to look at the people transformed into weasels.

"Taoist Priest, why are you here?"

Watching the weasels around vigilantly, Liu Shiwen asked in a low voice.

"I went to Tengwen Town, but I was blocked by these beasts, wanting to seek revenge from me. No, I will stop and play with them!"

As soon as Fang Yang opened his mouth, he was met with another round of ridicule and violent blows, making the weasels' teeth itch with anger.

"Tengwen Town?"

Hearing this, Liu Shiwen looked around and saw that this was the only way from Jiangjun Village to Tengwen Town.

And Fang Yang just said that these weasels seek revenge on him, he has a deep understanding of this, no, he and his wife were taken here by this group of weasels who must repay their flaws, and he said that they should do it for them. Huang Liu was buried with him.

Think here.

Liu Shiwen hurriedly bowed his fists to Fang Yang: "The younger generation is very grateful to the Taoist priest for saving his life. The younger generation can't repay the great kindness of the senior!"

He knew in his heart that if there was no Fang Yang this time, he and his wife would definitely die.

Counting this time, Fang Yang saved him twice.

"Don't be too polite!"

Seeing this, Fang Yang waved his hand, looked at the old weasel in front of him, and said to Liu Shiwen, "By the way, apart from arresting you, did these weasels attack the rest of the general village?"

This question is not that Fang Yang asks randomly, but that he offends a monster and is wiped out of the village is not uncommon in this world.

Therefore, knowing that Liu Shiwen and his wife were captured by these weasels, Fang Yang naturally thought of the villagers in Jiangjun Village.

Shake his head.

Liu Shiwen said, "No, they only arrested Hongmei and me."

"Hmm~!"

Hearing this, Fang Yang nodded, relieved Fang Yang looked at the old weasel, pointed at Liu Shiwen, "Now, I want to ask him a question, you have to listen carefully!"

See here.

The old weasel's eyes were fixed, and a feeling of uneasiness immediately rose in his heart, but he still forced a smile and said: "The old man is all ears!"

"That's it!"

Fang Yang scanned the surrounding weasels, and said, "Liu Shiwen, you are investigating Huang Liu's activities in Jiangjun Village. Do you know how many people Huang Liu secretly killed in Jiangjun Village for ten years?"

The voice fell.

I saw that Liu Shiwen was taken aback for a moment, and he gave Fang Yang a puzzled look, not knowing why Fang Yang asked about this matter.

But then, thinking that Fang Yang must have his own purpose for asking this question, after thinking for a while, he said directly: "Senior, there are as many as 56 people who can be confirmed by the younger generation alone. As for those who cannot be confirmed, Probably more!"

"enough!"

Nodding his head, Fang Yang said to the old weasel, who was feeling more and more uneasy in his heart, "You heard it just now? Huang has been in Jiangjun Village for 60 years. He has killed 56 people if he can confirm it. As for the unconfirmed or There are more without clear evidence! Such a vicious beast, do you think it should be killed or not?"

heard.

"Should kill!"

The old weasel gritted his teeth, concealed the hatred in his eyes, and forced two words out of his mouth.

"I also think it should be killed. It seems that the two of us have more consistent views."

Seeing this, Fang Yang smiled, but then, he immediately changed the topic, "But I don't know if our opinions are the same!"

"What do you mean by that?"

The old weasel suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and looked at Fang Yang with flickering eyes.

Seeing this, Fang Yang stopped making rounds: "I think it's unreasonable for only Huang Liu to pay for the lives of 56 villagers. What do you think?"

Hearing this, he was startled, and the old weasel finally understood where the anxiety in his heart came from.

But even though he understood Fang Yang's meaning, he still pretended not to know, hoping that he was wrong, and asked, "Then I don't know what long-term intentions are?"

Waving his hand: "It's nothing, it's just that 56 is opposite to 56, so it's only fair! You have already been killed by me as Huang Liu, as long as you hand over 55 weasels now, then you are blocking my way now and Huang Liu killing the villagers , Let’s forget it, we don’t need to hurt our peace.”

I don't know.

"Bastard!"

Hearing this, the old weasel immediately became furious. He didn't expect Fang Yang to really think this way, and wanted the lives of his 55 descendants.

You know, the 55 descendants of him account for half of those who came here, and they are all elites who have cultivated demon power.

Once handed over, the strength of their lineage will be greatly reduced, and it is not known how long it will take to recover.

Looking at Fang Yang, the old weasel said in a deep voice: "The Taoist priest's request is too difficult, please forgive the old man for not agreeing!"

"cannot?"

Looking at the little weasels who were relieved after hearing what the old weasel said, Fang Yang smiled, "Then we have no choice but to look at our own means! But... I have to remind you that if you move Come on, I'm afraid it's not 55 who will die, you have to think about it!

in addition……"

Fang Yang paused and then said slowly: "After killing Huang Liu, I was planning to go to Tengwen Town, and the matter was considered over. But you came out to seek revenge and brought it to your door yourself. This Among them, it may not be the will of God!
If you do as I said and hand over 55 weasels, then it will be considered as canceling the killing of Huang Liuzao.Otherwise, such a heavy killing is not something Huang Liuyi can bear, and it will definitely be shared by your ethnic group.So, even if I don't care about this matter today and let you go, I'm afraid that when the time comes, your fate will be even more miserable! "

Done.

The old weasel snorted coldly: "God's will is unpredictable. Who knows whether it is God's will this time! Besides, if it is true as you said, meeting you is God's will, then you can't tell, you are us The retribution. As long as we send you away, even if we have survived this retribution, the road will be smooth in the future, so why should the old man be afraid!"

As soon as the words fell, the many weasels present immediately got ready to fight.

Anyway, this old weasel has made up his mind and will never hand over 55 weasels today!
Not to mention that these are his descendants, he is reluctant; even if he is really willing, he will not do this, because once he does this, how will he manage this huge weasel group in the future.

When people's hearts are scattered, everything will be scattered!
(End of this chapter)