Chapter 1529

Yang Feng looked back and saw an old man behind him, but he didn't know the old man.

In fact, in the sunset village, except Xiao Qi, others did not leave any impression in Yang Feng's heart.

Because Yang Feng was still young, there was only the most profound Xiao Qi in his memory.

"You are outsiders." The old man looked at Yang Feng and Zhang Wu and asked.

"Yes, we are outsiders." Yang Feng glanced at the old man. One of his hands was bent and he was also a disabled person.

However, everyone in the sunset village is disabled, and Yang Feng knows today that there are thousands of such villages in the ancient mantra country.

"Why did you two outsiders come here?" Asked the old man.

"We just passed by and found this solitary grave. Because of curiosity, we came to have a look."

Yang Feng doesn't want to reveal his identity. He doesn't want the old man to know that he was the person who lived here when he was a child, because his identity should be kept secret. Moreover, after divulging his identity, it will not bring any benefits to sunset village, but more disasters.

"Grandpa, I haven't asked your name yet?"

Zhang Wu is so polite.

"My name is hazam." The old man introduced himself.

Hazam!

Yang Feng still has no impression, but it doesn't matter.

Hazamu enters the lush grass, comes to Xiaoqi's grave and gently pulls out the weeds.

Seeing this scene, Yang Feng was moved. With a gentle wave, a cyan light entered hazam's body.

Hazamu suddenly felt refreshed, so he said curiously, "strange, how can I feel so energetic."

Yang Feng didn't treat hazam. Of course, he didn't intend to treat anyone in sunset village, because he knew there was no way to treat. It was a curse. He wanted to treat it unless he overthrew the ancient curse king or the emperor of heaven.

As for the use of the energy of creation work, it can only make these people feel better and have more vitality.

However, there are countless people like hazam in the ancient curse country, so Yang Feng can't treat them unless once and for all.

"It seems that the spirit of Xiao Qi is protecting me."

Hazamu bowed deeply to Xiao Qi's tomb, and then said to Yang Feng: "you are outsiders, so you don't know the origin of this tomb."

When he mentioned it, hazam looked sad. He last recalled the incident more than ten years ago.

"About seventeen years ago, the owner of this tomb, Xiao Qi..."

Next, hazamu told Yang Feng about it.

But for this matter, Yang Feng naturally knows the context, but after listening to hazamu's detailed way, Yang Feng's heart is more sad.

"Hey!"

Hazamu sighed and said, "after that, all the people in our village made an oath to offer incense to Xiao Qi forever as long as the village is still there and our descendants are still there."

"The story is really moving." Zhang Wu was moved.

"Shut up."

Hazamu suddenly looked at Zhang Wu and roared loudly.

Zhang Wu was startled. He didn't expect that the old man was so angry, and he felt he didn't say anything wrong.

Yang Feng was also curious about why hazam suddenly became angry and made such a big fire.

After roaring at Zhang Wu, hazam said angrily, "I tell you, this is not a story, it is not a story, it is true."

Look at hazam's angry expression. Fortunately, Zhang Wu didn't say anything bad about Xiao Qi, otherwise he would try his best.

"Don't be angry, old man. I know it's not a story. It's true."

Zhang Wu looks aggrieved. Younger sister, why are you fighting so hard? The old man is really old and has a good temper.

"I warn you, if any of you dare say it's a story, I'll be rude to you."

Kazam pointed to Yang Feng and Zhang Wu and roared loudly.

"Old man, you don't have to be angry. In fact, I've heard about it. Xiao Qi is a great, young woman with great courage." Yang Feng said.

Hearing Yang Feng's boast of Xiaoqi, hazam finally showed a smile on his face.

"Such a great man, let's worship together."

After talking, Yang Feng knelt in front of Xiao Qi's grave.

The deceased is big, so Xiao Qi can afford it.

Zhang Wu also immediately knelt down, because he found that hazam's angry eyes seemed to be angry.

If it weren't for Yang Feng's presence here and knowing the relationship between Yang Feng and the owner of the tomb, with Zhang Wu's character, he would have worked hard with hazam.

"Ha ha!"

Kazam smiled proudly and said, "in fact, this is not the greatest thing in our sunset village."

Mentioning this matter, hazam was extremely proud and continued: "you two outsiders must have heard of a big man."

"What big man?" Yang Feng asked.

"Yang Jiuding."

Yang Jiuding!

Isn't that your father? Yang Feng certainly knew, but he still pretended not to know, shook his head and said, "sorry, we really haven't heard of it."

"It's all right. I don't blame you, because it's normal for you little people like Yang Jiuding to know." Hazam said.

Cut!

Zhang Wu dismisses it. Isn't this the boss's father? However, after discovering hazam's angry eyes, he immediately showed a comfortable smile.

He was worried about the grumpy old man and yelled at himself later.

"In fact, you haven't heard that adult Yang Jiuding is very normal, because adult Yang Jiuding is really great. He reached the peak of his life and launched the battle of nine heavens."

At this point, the corners of hazam's mouth still rose slightly, as if they were scared to death by Yang Feng.

"You know such a secret."

Yang Feng was surprised. He didn't expect an ordinary person to know such a secret. It should be noted that even some experts may not have heard of it.

"Of course."

Hazamu thumbed up and said, "who let Lord Yang Jiuding go out from here? So his deeds are known to all men, women and children in our village."

Yang Feng shook his head bitterly.

"Why, young man, don't you believe it?"

Hazamu stood in front of Yang Feng with his hands on his back, as if he were a big man and Yang Feng was just a small man.

"It's not that I don't believe it, but I've heard about it. It's said that Yang Jiuding failed."

"No, no, No."

Hazamu shook his head and said, "Lord Yang Jiuding launched the Ninth Heaven war for our sunset village and thousands of cursed people, so all of us are grateful to him."

"It seems that Yang Jiuding has a high position in your heart." Yang Feng asked.

"Of course, it's just a pity..." At this point, hazam wanted to stop talking.

"What a pity?" Yang Feng asked.

"Hey!"

Kazam sighed and said, "it's a pity that after Yang Jiuding's failure in the end, five years later, those spell seal masters have intensified their efforts to our sunset village."

"How to make it worse?" Yang Feng asked.

Yang Jiuding said: "our village has been cursed. It has been disabled for generations, and its vitality is not strong. However, after the war of Lord Yang Jiuding's jiuchongtian, the curse seal masters come to our village several times a year to deliberately go out to our vitality and blood essence, and they also say that all this is caused by Lord Yang Jiuding."

Click!

Click!

Yang Feng clenched his fist tightly, but in a moment, his murderous spirit dissipated.

Because he knew that it was insignificant to destroy several mantra signers. If he wanted to get rid of them once and for all, he had to overthrow the ancient mantra king.

"Do you hate Yang Jiuding?" Yang Feng asked.

"Don't hate." Hazam answered directly.

"Why?" Yang Feng asked.

Hazamu smiled and said, "we are very proud of the emergence of such a big man as Yang Jiuding in our sunset village. Even if we suffer more, we are willing. Now as long as we are from our sunset village, no matter which village we go to, others will respect us."

"The untouchables of sunset village, come and gather immediately."

At this time, a loud voice came from the air of existence, which was extremely powerful, just like the sound of a bell, which spread all over the empty air.

"Not good."

After hearing this sound, hazam's expression was very ugly and said anxiously, "the spell printers of the ancient spell king are coming again to collect our vitality. I have to go back quickly."

Ancient curse king!

Spell signer!

Yang Feng clenched his fist and burst into his eyes. Now as long as he heard the name of the spell printer, he was full of murderous spirit. He wanted to kill all these people without leaving any of them.

"Old man, why don't you run away." Zhang Wu asked.

"Ha ha!" Hazam smiled helplessly and said, "is it the king's land in the world? Where can we escape?"

"Then why don't you hide for a while and go out after the spell signers leave." Zhang Wu has a wonderful way.

"Do you think I don't want to, but I don't dare. Once I don't go, I will implicate my family. Not only I will die, but my family will also die, so I have to go back quickly."

At the end of his speech, hazamu quickly walked towards the sunset village. Just before he left, he said to Yang Feng: "you two are outsiders. Don't go into the village, especially at this time. Otherwise, you will be affected."

Yang Feng smiled casually and said, "it doesn't hurt. I also want to see what the spell seal masters of the ancient spell country look like."

"You outsiders are arrogant, whatever. But after entering the village, don't offend those spell signers, otherwise you will die and no one can save you." Hazam warned seriously.

"Don't worry, sir. After entering the village, we will never offend those spell signers." Yang Feng promised.

"Alas!"

Hazamu sighed, shook his head, and then strode away. Maybe he couldn't figure out why Yang Feng and others wanted to take risks. If others heard the names of the spell seal masters, they would be scared out of their minds and run for their lives in panic, but the two young people in front of them were not afraid of death.

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Sunset village!

Thousands of people gathered on a wide site, but all of them were defective. In Yang Feng's memory, the village was a big village. There were thousands of people before, but now there are only thousands left. In more than ten years, the population of sunset village has been reduced so much.

A listless person, a flawed person, nervously looked at several people in black on the high platform.

Those who wear black robes are the seal makers of the ancient curse country.

One of the mantra signers glanced at the people below with dignified eyes, and then a loud voice came and said, "you Dalits, all the people in sunset village are cheap lives. You are pigs, dogs and night pots. You are useful when you need it and useless when you don't need it, so don't resist, okay?"

It's strange that among thousands of the people in sunset village, everyone has a plain face and no anger. Perhaps they often hear such words and are often instilled with the such ideas.