Chapter 67

A man dressed in coarse linen and carrying a child ran in the village. Yang Fan would go wherever the child pointed.

The ancestral hall in the village is very busy. There is a woman named Zeng Qing kneeling in the ancestral hall, with dark skin, a little fat face, a little messy hair and no charm in her eyes.

There is an old man with white hair sitting on the throne of the ancestral hall. The old man is the village head. He comes from old age and takes care of his son in every way. But I didn't expect that an accident happened today. His son was killed alive. How could he bear it.

"Zeng Qing, as a married girl, it's an honor for you to die in the ancestral temple. Come and have a knife."

As soon as the village head's voice fell, two big men with bare chests came over. They were holding knives in their hands. The onlookers outside all shook their heads and yelled that it was a pity.

Most people here know that it's natural for the village head's son to die, because he bullies men and women and throws them away after playing with them. It's fun to watch people kill each other.

Zeng Qing killed the village head's son, but no one dared to speak to her.

Some unclean women can only think of giving birth to Yang Fan to make up for it.

The men raised their swords, and there was no other doubt. Suddenly there was a roar outside the crowd.

"If anyone dares to touch my wife, I'll let him die without a burial place!"

The village head looked at the crowd in surprise. The crowd made way. A man with a child on his back came in. The man's momentum was like a rainbow, and the child took advantage of it.

"Yang Fan, you are presumptuous. What is it that you dare to talk to me like this?"

Yang Fan sneered and strode into the ancestral hall with one punch left and one punch right. The two big men were easily knocked down like villains.

The child can't help shouting handsome.

Yang Fan helps Zeng Qing up. Zeng Qing hugs Yang Fan and cries. Yang Fan is ready to comfort him, but he is slapped inexplicably.

"Go home now, don't forget who is the biggest in this family!"

Yang fanleng was on the spot, and the child who was preparing to hi also opened his eyes.

The village head, who was ignored, was furious. "None of you want to go back today."

After hearing this, Zeng Qing immediately lost her mind. She turned around and knelt down, "village head, my husband is innocent. He just loves me too much. Please let him go, or his family's incense will be broken."

After hearing this, the village head immediately showed a strange smile, "it's not impossible. If you ask your husband to kill you, I'll let him go."

After listening to Zeng Qing, he felt relieved, picked up the knife, handed it to Yang Fan, and looked at Yang Fan with a smile that was useless.

"Xianggong, your health seems to be getting better and better. At the beginning, you were only ten meters away from home. Now you can carry people to most of the village. At the beginning, you ran away from home because I was afraid of your attack. Now I don't have to worry about it."

"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up? " Zeng Qing put the knife in front of Yang Fan's hand, her mouth said so easily, but her body was shaking.

Yang Fan looked at the woman in front of him. He felt warm in his heart and took the knife. She closed her eyes. She was breathing fast. There were tears in the corners of her eyes and a smile in the corners of her mouth. The village head came to them and suddenly yelled, "open your eyes. I saw my son killed by you with my own eyes. You must also open your eyes and look at your husband..."

The village head with white hair couldn't believe watching his head away from his body.

The older generation sitting next to the village head also can't believe it.

"You dare to kill the village head for the sake of a different surname. You don't pay attention to the authority and our elders. You want to die and everyone will kill him!"

Some village authorities immediately stood up and accused Yang Fan. However, Yang Fan took Zeng Qing into his arms and looked at Yang Fan in surprise. "He is my wife. As for what you said, I'm sorry, I never did."

Yang Fan inserts the knife to the ground and embraces Zeng Qing.

Walking toward the outside, the crowd made way again. When he walked out of the ancestral hall, Yang Fan looked back with a smile, "from today on, if anyone dares to move him, either he will die or I will look, remember."

The authority of the older generation was extremely ugly, but there was thunderous applause in the crowd.

Back home, Yang Fan seems to ignore something. He calls the children down, but he is surprised to find that there is only air on his head. Yang Fan laughed coldly.

He put Zeng Qing on the bed and went out to cook. In order to celebrate, he killed the only old hen in his family and made an old hen soup. When he brought the soup into the house, Zeng Qing scolded him, but Yang Fan didn't resist. At night, Zeng Qing hugged Yang Fan and she fell asleep. Yang Fan went to the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife and easily climbed over the wall.

He also wants to kill people. Yang Fan often does it.

The village is not destined to be quiet tonight.

In the middle of the night, the village was full of screams, and all the older authorities in the village died tonight.

They were all cut off their tongues. Instead of mourning for the death of the older generation, your family shot and my family laughed.

In the early morning of the next day, everyone was still suspecting who had done such a great thing. When Yang Fan took Zeng Qing to the ox cart and left the village.

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Deep in the mountains and forests, Wu Haotian is fleeing. He is injured all over. Finally, after half a month of fleeing, he meets an ox cart, which is driven by a man with long hair and dark skin.

He tried his best to wave his hand and pray for the cart to stop. The man was kind-hearted and stopped the cart. Wu Haotian was moved to kneel down. Wu Haotian was ready to get on the car and hide inside, but he was kicked down by the man.

Wu Haotian was very happy, but he didn't dare to break out. He could only cast his eyes to pray.

The man did not care at all, "there is a solid car pillar under the ox cart, you can lie on it, if you don't want to, then you go to recruit others."

After the man finished, he lit the kitchen knife at his waist, and Wu Haotian could only reluctantly agree.

The man is Yang Fan. They have been walking for three months. Zeng Qing is pregnant and his stomach is getting bigger and bigger. He wanted to find the key to break the game, but now he has to find a place to settle down.

The ox cart was very slow, but it was very bumpy under the cart. It didn't take long for the ox cart to stop. A group of soldiers stopped Yang Fan.

The centurion is a middle-aged man with a moustache. His face is fierce. When he saw Yang Fan dressed like a farmer, his smile immediately occupied his face. "Brother, have you ever seen a man who is injured all over and can grow up passing here?"

Wu Hao under the ox cart is very serious. He grabs the knife at his waist and is ready to fight to the death.

Yang Fan, who was driving an ox cart, thought about it and said slowly, "yes, he ran to the mountain forest on my right hand. He begged me, but I think he refused if he wanted to be a villain."