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The fierce-faced man glanced at the round-faced man, ignored him, drove out of the town and walked towards the forest.

He drove the car and hummed a little tune: "Go to make a blacksmith in the Thunder Kung Furnace, and make four or five quick arrows. Pangu held the arrows in his hand and inserted them into the water gate of Zhonghai. One arrow shot out the sea water, and two arrows shot out into the mountain village..."

After singing "Pangu Archery", he coughed his throat and sang a migration song in familiar language: "In ancient times, the demons lived in a vast water town, and in ancient times, the demons lived in a place next to the water town, and the demons appeared from the earth, and the demons were not allowed to live in peace. The demons who suffered were going to move away from the water town, and the demons who suffered were going to move away from the water town; we sneaked in the night, we are the kings of darkness..."

The melody of this song is simple, similar to a recitation tune. When the two parts melodies alternate, the main function plays a role. Singing repeatedly, the words are filled with indescribable sorrow and sadness, as if they are crying blood.

The bear-faced man's emotions became more and more sad as he sang. Before he knew it, he shed tears.

His awe-inspiring murderous aura also dissipated, just like a child who suffered a great grievance.

Singing a song, he walked across the country road, then went up the mountain and down the slope. It was difficult for the carriage to move forward. The fierce-faced man jumped off the carriage, pulled away the firewood on the carriage, picked up the roll of straw mat inside, carried it on his shoulders, and began to walk deeper into the thorns, just like carrying a light dog-beating stick.

After walking into the old forest for a bag of cigarettes, he finally arrived at a depression.

The forests here are deep and dense, with tall trees and shades, covering the depressions with gloomy heights. You can tell at a glance that it is a good place to gather in obscure places.

He untied the rope tied with the straw mat, and the little carpenter immediately rolled out of it.

The little carpenter woke up all the way, but there was a pile of rags blocking his mouth and unable to scream. Moreover, the man who was forced by a tiger was almost disbanded, so naturally he had no power to resist.

Hubi is a fierce man. When he saw the little carpenter awake, he didn't care. Instead, he reached out to tear the rag in his mouth, then pointed at the surroundings and said, "Look at it, how is the Feng Shui here? If it's OK, choose a place to dig a hole, and I'll help you bury it."

In addition to carrying a little carpenter, he also brought a shovel.

The little carpenter shook his head and couldn't wield the heart-wrenching pain. He stood up and felt that the world was spinning. Obviously, the damage he suffered during the fight just now had not been eliminated yet.

This guy called Tiger Pin is indeed amazing. No wonder his uncle left with confidence and left him here to watch.

The little carpenter had already felt the coming of death, took a deep breath, and could smell the smell of rotten leaves in the old forest. Fear was like the claws of a demon, holding his heart.

If he had enough resistance, he would definitely fight back.

But all his ambitions were kicked by the dozen kicks that Hubi had in the cottage before and were gone.

He calmed down and immediately begged for mercy: "Brother Hu, Brother Hu, give me a way out."

The tiger smiled and said, "Oh, you are quite interesting. What's the way to live? Yes, but you have to tell me the truth."

The little carpenter nodded and said yes, what do you say?

Hu Bi said that my master was looking for the complete book of Lu Ban, two volumes, plus the first and second volumes of the previous and second teachings, and the one called "All Dharmas Return to the Sect". My master, He Ye Zhang, was passed on to your master at that time. If you can take it out or memorize it, I will not kill you. When my master turns back and verify it, I will also plead for you and let you go.

When the little carpenter heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, if I had one, I would have really taken it out, but the problem is that my fate is too thin and I can't learn that at all. If I really want to learn it, I probably won't live to be eighteen years old."

The tiger glared and said, "Then you tell me so much?"

He threw the shovel at the feet of the little carpenter and urged: "Do you choose a place? If you don't choose, just dig it casually - be good, I'll give you some pleasure, otherwise you will suffer a lot before you die, and you will probably regret it."

The little carpenter begged, but the fierce-faced man was not moved, but took out a bright Miao knife from his waist.

The seedling knife is made of iron wood as a sheath. The knife wraps the hemp rope and draws the sheath out of the knife. The edge of the knife is sharp and it goes inward, but it is a bit black. However, it is not rust, but an indescribable greasy feeling.

After careful examination, the little carpenter felt that the black part was likely to have accumulated blood stains.

How many dead souls are there under this knife to make such blood and dirt come out?

The little carpenter was chilling all over. Among the two choices of "death immediately" and "death later", he chose the latter.

He began to pick up the shovel and find a place to dig a hole.

He was not very quick to dig, which was incomparable to his ability when he was searching for matchmakers in the Liu family's new home construction site, because he knew that every time he was quicker, he would be closer to death.

Digging a hole for yourself is such a devastating thing.

The little carpenter is no exception. During the process of digging a hole, he had a lot of thoughts and couldn't help but think of his short life.

When he met his master, he was almost five years old. The memories before he was five years old were actually very vague to him. He lost his parents when he was about three or four years old and was kicked out of the door. Then he had been wandering for more than half a year.

The memory of that period was vague. Whenever the little carpenter recalled, he felt like a wild dog begging everywhere.

He ate leftovers and cold roasted fruits, and sometimes even scrambled with wild dogs to eat. He was hungry and hunger in his mind.

And the cold...

Looking back now, it was a miracle that he was able to survive and meet his master. He didn't know how he survived at that time.

Later, he was covered in abscess and dying. He met Lu Da, his master. He learned skills and skills. The more he was sensible, the more he knew how lucky he would be to survive. If he continued to wander, there would be only a few results: either starve to death, freeze to death, or die of illness, just like countless hunger at that time, or was noticed by the people of the Huazi Gang, became disabled, and went to a larger city to beg for...

There is no way to survive anyway.

As for being adopted by someone else, this was simply a luxury - at that time, Gan Shisan was covered in abscess and was full of foul smell. Not to mention ordinary people, even human traffickers, they looked down on them.

When the little beggar Gan Shisan was about to die on the roadside, Lu Da took him in, helped him treat his illness, and taught him all his skills.

If it weren't for the "curse" that Lu Ban Cult has always been carried, and Gan Shisan's fate was too thin, maybe he would have changed his surname and was called Lu Shisan.

This is a great kindness.

The past scenes passed by in front of my eyes. Even though I was implicated to this point, when I recalled my master, the little carpenter was full of gratitude and no complaints.

It’s a pity that this evil world cannot survive.

He is about to die.

When he remembered this, the shovel that dug a hole could not move, and the fierce-faced man next to him did not urge him. He seemed very happy to see what others were doing when he was dying. He had an indescribable enjoyment about the fear, fear, reluctance and sadness shown by the little carpenter, and even a cruel smile appeared on his face.

However, what should be come will come after all, and his time is very precious. Seeing that the little carpenter's movements are getting slower and slower, he put away the knife, took out a bamboo tube, and handed it to the little carpenter.

The little carpenter was a little stunned and said, "What is this?"

The tiger pussy stretched out the flesh on his face, tried to make himself look kind and kind, and then grinned, "It's wine, you can take a sip, it won't be too cold when you go on the road."

The little carpenter took it, hesitated for a moment, twisted the bamboo lid and poured it into his mouth.

The cold liquid entered the throat and suddenly flowed directly from the throat to the stomach like flames. A burning heat rose up. The little carpenter choked and coughed twice, and his face turned red.

He said: "It's so intense."

Hu asked him: "The best corn wine, of course it's so strong - take a few more sips?"

The little carpenter shook his head and said no, no, he was so burned.

The tiger piss picked up the bamboo tube, put it aside, and then said to him: "You go and take a rest, I'll dig it."

He took the shovel like an old friend and asked the little carpenter to stand aside. Then he began to wave the shovel and shovel the soil while saying, "You stay by your side, don't make it difficult for me to do it. No matter what, we are all classmates. It's better to go safely than to mess around. Do you think so?"

The impression that this tiger pussy gave the little carpenter was a murderous and robbery, a cruel character with a terrifying aura. He was the kind of fierce man who started to do something in a disagreement. He never thought that he would be polite at this moment, which made people a little confused.

However, the little carpenter would not whimsically think that the man in front of him would let him go.

He just didn't want to be too troublesome, and it made it difficult for him to deal with it.

After fighting with the tiger's horns before, the little carpenter had no idea of ​​escaping at all, because it was useless to escape. He could only watch the guy numbly and swing the soil one by one. Soon, a pit that could bury people was ready.

The tiger pierced the bottom of the pit with a shovel, then jumped up and said to the little carpenter: "You, lie on the straw mat."

When he said this, his face turned cold, as if there was no emotion.

The little carpenter knew that the last moment was coming.

He walked to the edge of the straw mat with a little bit of slumber. He looked at the roll of straw mat, closed his eyes, and his body began to tremble.

Gradually, his fists finally clenched.

When the tiger saw it, he frowned and said, "You are still not giving face..."

He touched his hand to the Miao Knife behind his waist, and at this time, footsteps came not far away. Then, a tall and thin man wearing a short blue jacket and a veil wrapped in a veil came over.

The man said Miao words first, but saw that the two of them didn't understand, so he said in Southwest Mandarin: "Two, please disturb me, how can you get away from Gancheng County?"
Chapter completed!