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Chapter 978

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    The boulder that had been hanging in my heart seemed to be removed in an instant, and suddenly, the feeling of depression disappeared.

    I know very well that this is because of Zhang Er's death. Without him, a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, staring at me and calculating me, the pressure will suddenly disappear.

    Staggering back a few steps, I was already weak and wanted to slump on the ground.

    I braced my body, turned my head to look at the wolf mastiff beside the car, which was still suppressed by the fixed compass, and tried my best to walk towards it.

    Arriving in front of the wolf mastiff, I took off the fixed compass on its head, the wolf mastiff's body trembled, it suddenly got up, and ran towards Zhang Er fiercely.

    "Xiao Hei!" I yelled hoarsely and stopped it.

    Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Blind Chen on the other side. He was thrown flying by the green corpse paper just now, but he was obviously not injured. He was standing on the ground with a Guillotine Knife as a crutch.

    His face was as cold as ice, and his gray eyes were still staring in Zhang Er's direction vigilantly.

    Just at this moment, several figures suddenly flashed across the mountain pass on the other side.

    As they approached quickly, it could be clearly identified that these figures were Liu Yufu and his three uncles.

    After the four of them approached us, they also stayed a certain distance away.

    "Dead?" Liu Yuju's horizontal lines between his brows were still raised, and his brows stretched for a moment, and then quickly frowned again.

    "Dead." Liu Hua said in a solemn voice, answering Liu Yu's curse.

    "He can't give you the explanation you want." Liu Yuju turned his head to look at me, but his expression became much calmer.

    "Fate." I replied in a low voice.

    "He killed so many people, made so many paper bundles, and was eventually wiped out by the paper bundles. He deserves to be blamed." Liu Yucha shook his head and continued.

    Slight footsteps came from Zhang Er.

    The person who withdrew from the paper bundle was Gu Ruolin. The human skin paper bundle on her body was soaked in scarlet blood. At this moment, she quickly took off the paper bundle. The clothes on her body were considered normal, but not stained with blood.

    During this period, she also quickly removed the steel wire wrapped around her hand. The steel wire was too tangled, and there was still a slight sound when it landed.

    After finishing this, she looked up at me.

    This glance made my heart too complicated.

    I tried my best to calm down, and said quickly: "Uncle Chen, Daoist Liu, and the seniors, there is still a need to deal with the aftermath here. You can contact the clansmen who were sent to help Yangcha and let them come over to deal with it. Zhang Er didn't die by hand.  It's the human skin he did that was counterproductive, please tell them about it."

    "A lot of things happened in the mountain pool, Yang Xing was very difficult to deal with, senior Qingshan stopped him, I'm going to see how they are doing."

    After finishing speaking, I turned around and walked quickly towards the mountain pass.

    I could feel a gaze behind me, looking at me all the time, and I could even feel the complexity of his emotions, but I didn't turn around, and I couldn't turn around again.

    I used my consciousness to support my exhausted and almost numb body, but my steps were steady and determined!

    It's just that I didn't hold on for too long, and I walked out more than ten meters. My head was dizzy for a while, and my feet became unstable, so I fell forward.

    "Brother Sixteen!" A panicked voice came from behind.

    At this time, a blue-black figure suddenly appeared in front of me, just dragging out my falling body.

    Thick hair, the bristles on the outside are still prickly, and I'm even a little awake.

    But I still didn't have the energy to stand up, and I didn't have a chance to stand up, because the wolf mastiff was already dragging my body and running forward at high speed.

    After passing the mountain pass, the sight behind finally disappeared completely. Even if they wanted to see me at this moment, they couldn't see me anymore.

    I desperately hugged the wolf mastiff's neck to prevent myself from falling.

    "Xiao Hei, it's better for you to live freely, eat chicken and corpses when you're hungry, and sleep when you're sleepy, so you don't have so many troubles." I was really depressed, so I said something mysteriously.

    Xiao Hei's speed slowed down a little, and he whined, as if responding to me.

    Soon we went up the mountainside, and then went back down from the mountainside.

    A few minutes later, he returned to Shantan.

    At this moment, the water surface of the mountain pool is calm, except for some bloodstains on the edge where Zhang Er was bitten by a wolf mastiff and theApart from the pieces of clothing, there were no traces of previous fights.

    With one glance, I saw Yang Qingshan.

    He sat on the south bank of the mountain pool, with broad shoulders, a straight back, loose hair scattered behind his head, and the gray priestly robe had been blown dry by the wind and water stains.

    Beside Yang Qingshan, lay a dead body.

    My body trembled slightly, feeling that I had recovered a lot, turned over and got off the wolf mastiff's back, and walked forward.

    The distance gradually approached. When I saw the corpse clearly, I found that the corpse was already incomplete. The head was neatly severed from the neck.

    Although the head was still pieced together on the neck, it was obvious that Yang Xing had already severed his head.

    "Senior Qingshan, I" My voice was indescribably hoarse and dry.

    Especially at this moment, there is still only calm and indifference on Yang Qingshan's face. Is this grief greater than death, or is it true that the light of death is turned off, and there is no feeling?  I think it's both, and it's neither.

    "You don't have to blame yourself, this is fate." Yang Qingshan's voice was very steady and calm.

    "But" I still have to talk.

    "Damn it, you must die. If you can't keep it, you can't keep it. You want to keep a blood for me, but since my father killed people without blinking an eye, the retribution of fate is not good, and it will fall sooner or later. If he can't afford it, he will be a child."  The children and grandchildren will return."

    "This rebellious son doesn't follow the right path. Even if you are generous, you can't keep him. Following Zhang Erna and other villains, now it's just a severed head, which is already a good result."

    During the speech, Yang Qingshan stood up, he turned his head and gave me a deep look.

    Then he walked to my side, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "It's like you want to keep Zhang Er's life, and let Yangcha take care of it. Can you keep it?"

    "When a person deserves to die, he should die. But you have to deal with the aftermath. Nothing on his body or his corpse is simple, including Xing'er. You also need to find a place with Fengshui to suppress his corpse.  .¡±

    "Bring back all the things, cultivate for a while, and digest your gains well. You still have a lot of trivial things to do. I will wait for you for a while."

    Yang Qingshan's voice gradually faded away, and the generous palm on his shoulder had long since disappeared, and there was no one behind me.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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