The old ghost group that remained was placed in the octagonal tower, all of its weapons and equipment were unloaded, guarded by more than a dozen Kangba warriors, as if they were prisoners.↖, but the good thing was that their treatment far exceeded that of prisoners, and at least they were not tied up. Not only that, the old warriors were also accompanying them.

"Here, no one can be against you because they are not qualified to enter." An old warrior sitting cross-legged to the old ghost group.

The Octagonal Tower is not something that anyone can enter if they want. Zhukov wanted to level Kamba to the point where he wanted to enter this Octagonal Tower. It can be said that the Octagonal Tower is to some extent the forbidden area of ​​Kamba, and it is full of mystery to many people outside. It is even full of mystery to many plateau warriors. Everyone wants to enter the Octagonal Tower one day, but unfortunately not everyone can enter it.

"We didn't kill Li Xian." Dingdang stared at the old warrior's eyes and said, "I have no reason to kill Li Xian, I think you should know."

The old warrior smiled and said, "Have we ever said that it was Li Xian you killed, or the one you killed? I have never said it, nor have I thought so. When you first came here more than thirty years ago, you were still a little girl, I remember it very clearly. The next year you gave birth to two daughters, and we all thought it was the village chief and your child. We always raised the two girls as Kangba's children, and the village chief even treated the two children who were not his as their biological children. After some years, you brought Zilong and let Zilong stay here to recuperate, and we regarded Zilong as our own children..."

The old warrior began to talk about the past, one by one, one by one, even the little things that Dingdang and Yue Zilong had forgotten, as well as the interesting things that Li Linglong had when they were young. If they had not regarded them as their own people, they would never have remembered so much, especially the things that Li Linglong had truly loved, so they could only be clearly explained one by one.

Everything said was that Kangba did not treat them, Dingdang, Yue Zilong, and their children as outsiders. He even believed that they were Kangba's people and an inseparable member.

"Kangba has kindness and affection for us, we..."

"No," the old warrior interrupted Dingdang's words with kindness and said with a smile: "You don't have to say anything about kindness to your own people, it's the same as treating your own children."

Yue Zilong stood like a mountain and bowed deeply to several old warriors. He didn't say anything, nor did he want to say anything, even if he was very eloquent. Because he didn't need to say anything, he didn't need to thank or explain anything.

"Kangba hopes that this temple among outsiders is free, and Kangba hopes that his village will still be a paradise. Zilong, do you understand?" the old warrior asked Yue Zilong.

Yue Zilong nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Uncle Hai, but Kangba is no longer a paradise of freedom now." Dingdang thought for a while and said, "I know several places of peach blossoms. If you want, you can move there."

Kangba is indeed no longer a place of peach blossoms. Since the arrival of the Age of Hot Weapons, it has always been challenged. It is almost impossible to go to the same retreat as it was hundreds of years ago.

"Tingdang, do you think there is really a land of peach blossoms in this world?" The old warrior smiled mysteriously and said, "There is no in this world because the land of peach blossoms is usually weak; this world has it because the land of peach blossoms is powerful. We don't want to have any relationship with any country and organization, and we don't want to disrupt our free lifestyle, so... When the village chief dies, another village chief must become Kangba's leader. Linglong is the village chief's daughter and the only daughter. Whether it is an adopted daughter or a biological daughter, she is the most suitable heir!"

"Uncle Hai, what you mean..."

"You should all know what I mean, I don't need to say it out loud." A strong wisdom flashed in the old warrior's eyes, and he looked at Xiao Hongjun and said, "This has nothing to do with any country or organization. Linglong's successor to the village chief, no one will be dissatisfied, right?"

Xiao Hongjun, who was watched by the old warrior, breathed a lot, and a thought came out of his mind: the old man is old, the old ghost is old...

"People are killed by the people who are killed." The old warrior said with certainty: "It was not you who killed, nor was it that there was a traitor in Kangba, but the people who are killed by the people at the foot of the mountain. I don't know how they killed them, but I know there is a kung fu called disguise. It can be practiced to the extreme and can imitate any person's voice, appearance characteristics and aura, and it is difficult for even the closest person to distinguish."

"Disguise?" Xiao Hongjun frowned.

"Notify Linglong, tell her the situation here, and then let her come." The old warrior said the last sentence and began to sit cross-legged there quietly with his eyes closed.

At this time, General Barkley stood at the entrance to the mountain, staring at the temple of Camba, surrounded by mist, with ghostly murderous intent in his eyes. In his tent, there was also General Barkley, with a confident and strategic plan, and his eyes were filled with light that was clear in his chest.

Two Generals Barkley, one is the real Barkley, and the other is his shadow, the real shadow!

The next day, the ultimatum of Zhukov training camp was issued, requiring the old ghost group to be handed over, otherwise the temple would be destroyed by the most violent means.

The moment they received the ultimatum, all the people from the old ghost group came out of the octagonal tower. The old warriors were still staying in the tower, without any intention of coming out. What they should say has been finished. As for other matters, they will decide for themselves.

"If you hand over us, you can ensure Kangba's safety." Xiao Hongjun stood in front of Kangba's warriors and shouted at them: "All they want is us, and return all our weapons to us."

"Impossible." The King of Mosinggana made a muffled voice and said to Xiao Hongjun: "You are not the murderers, they are. Those who are vested interests, and those who think they are the self-righteous ones are the real murderers."

No Kampa warrior is a fool. Yesterday, Li Xian died, and today Zhukov's people asked them to hand over the old ghost group. This alone has proved that the continuous assassination was created by Zhukov's training camp.

Their purpose should be Kangba, not the old ghost group. Because Kangba is their opponent, the old ghost group is not!

This is unreasonable. Since it is unreasonable, there are reasons for it, and there must be unreasonable inducing factors. Kangba people have the wisdom of Kangba people. Even if they become irrational because of anger, it will not affect their pace of seeking the truth.

"Kangba will protect you and fight with no hesitation!"

"Kangba's guests don't need to be nervous, the Temple Eagle, never compromise!"

“…”

Attitudes change very quickly because the truth emerges!

"Chee—"

A shell appeared above the Temple of Kamba, pulling out a graceful parabola and falling down fiercely.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!