dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Although Tengu has only half of his body left and lost his heart, he has fully recovered from his injuries.

Weird and natural, two words that were originally contradictory, are now vividly displayed on its remnant body.

Whether it was from fear or anger, Tengu's whole body was shaking violently.

Kneeling down at Wang San's feet, with his head buried lower than the mourning gate and hanging guest.

Wang San didn't pay attention to him either, and said to the other two fierce gods on his own.

"How many strangers have you killed here successively?!"

Hearing this question, Sangmen and Diaoke thought that Wang San wanted to "settle the score after autumn", so they hurriedly kowtowed in fright.

Amidst the bang bang, black smoke overflowed.

"I implore my lord to spare my life!"

"We will never dare again!"

Wang San didn't express his opinion, but looked at the rising sun lightly.

"Do you know what is the perfect man?"

Sangmen and Tengu immediately answered tremblingly.

"The merit is unrivaled in the world, and it is a great favor to others!"

"In heaven and earth, only the lineage of the emperor can be respected!"

For this statement, Wang San neither agreed nor opposed, but continued to speak lightly.

"Sneak without emptiness, walk through fire without heat, walk above all things without trembling."

"To be perfect is to be human, that is the ultimate of human beings."

"My generation does not practice immortality to show holiness, so I prefer reincarnation;"

"If you don't worship the heavens and the earth, you will even kill him in a fit of anger!"

"There is only one word in my heart: people!"

"Can you understand?"

"Understood, understood!" The three murderers kowtowed and replied tremblingly.

"The villain will take over the ghost market and live in the deep mountains and swamps, never daring to come out to harm people again!"

Regarding the words of the three evil spirits, Wang San was still noncommittal.

Instead, he put away the golden blood that dripped from him, and disappeared in front of the eyes of the three murderers in one step.

Half an hour after the imperial family left, three murderers... two and a half murderers dared to get up.

The eyes of the funeral door and the hanger are full of the ecstasy of the remaining life after the catastrophe.

"I didn't expect that the royal family of Zhiren would spare us. From now on, we must burn incense and kneel day and night to show our gratitude!"

Banla'er Tengu snorted coldly.

"Burning incense and kneeling down? You should save yourself!"

"If he doesn't kill us, it's not showing mercy at all!"

"It's just that we, as fierce gods, have our own merits to use in the world, and we can't kill them all!"

After Tiangou finished speaking, he looked fiercely at the big hole made by Jinxue, and said in a hateful voice.

"The supreme royal family is nothing more than that, it seems that I have hope for revenge!"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head to look at his crippled body, and the hatred in his eyes grew stronger.

After hearing the news, the mourners and hangers took a few steps away from the Tengu in fear.

"Tengu, shut up now!"

"If you want to die, don't implicate our two brothers!"

Hearing the words, the Tengu cast a cold glance at Sangmen and Diaoke, then dragged his remains and flew straight to the southwest.

Even this ghost market is gone.

There, it is the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in Western Hunan...

Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch:

When Wang San returned to the gate of the small courtyard of the deaf mother-in-law's house, the supreme emperor turned into that simple farmer again.

It's just that he frowned, because when he came back, he took an extra step for the same distance!

"Why so..."

After groaning in a low voice, Wang San let go of his worries and stepped into the door, just in time to meet Hua Jiunan who taught Chen Daji and ancient martial arts.

"Third Uncle, you are in good health, so you can't always go hunting in the mountains."

While complaining softly, Hua Jiunan stretched out his hand to give Wang Sanhao his pulse.

Feeling that the pulse condition is neutral and peaceful, I feel a little relieved.

Wang San smiled, and said half-jokingly: "I know."

"The little kid has grown up, and even his uncle will take care of him."

Hua Jiunan smiled apologetically, "What Uncle San said, I'm worried about your health."

Chen Daji's focus was on the prey in Wang San's hand.

With a keen sixth sense, he knew it was a good thing at the first sight.

"Hey, third uncle, where did you get the half-pull dog?"

"Where's Shangbanlaer? Let other dogs eat it?!"

Without waiting for Wang San's answer, Chen Daji took the "dog meat" along the way.

"Let my mother stew it at noon, and the boss and I will drink with you, third uncle."

Wang San looked at Chen Dage, who had a bird on his head and was screaming, and showed a knowing smile.

"Okay, just have a drink."

"However, your mother can't stew this dog meat well. You should try my cooking."

While talking, the deaf mother-in-law walked out of the room with a smile.

"It's okay to let your third uncle stew, people can't always keep them, and there is no harm in moving your body properly."

Seeing the deaf mother-in-law come out, everyone in the courtyard rushed to welcome her.

Even Wang San is no exception.

"Mom, why don't you wear more clothes in the cold weather?"

While talking, he took off his coarse cotton coat and put it on the deaf mother-in-law.

Seeing a happy family, the deaf mother-in-law smiled very happily.

"Mother is fine, but Sanwa, you have to be more careful."

While speaking, Gray Sixth, whose demeanor became more and more calm, walked in.

"I've seen the deaf woman, I've seen Mr. Xiao."

Hua Jiunan asked anxiously while "complaining" that Hui Lao Liu was being polite.

"Sixth brother, do you have any definite news about grandma? How is her old man doing?"

Hui Lao Liu knew that it was difficult for Hua Jiu to pay filial piety, so he didn't dare to be negligent when he heard the words, so he immediately opened his mouth to answer.

"It's all figured out!"

"Old sister Mai was trapped in Mount Ailao by the secret art of the Strategist's 'Eight Gates'."

"Brother Qingshan calculates that the full moon night ten days later will be the best time to break the formation and save lives!"

Hua Jiu couldn't hear the words, and subconsciously touched the killing knife.

"Vertical and horizontal secret art, it really is him, Fan Ju!"

Wang San, who was packing up the dog meat and walked out of the kitchen to get something, stopped when he heard this, and said naively.

"Who? What village is Fan Ju from? What happened to him?"

"Bullying our family?"