Chapter 142： be my son

Yongze glanced at the man lightly and continued to walk forward.

At this time, the man could clearly see Yongze's figure, the exploding muscles of his arms, and the large Naginata sword that Yongze was holding in his hand.

After swallowing, the man bravely stepped forward and said, "Brother, do you want to stay for one night, or I'll take you to my house."

It's not that the buddy is cowardly, but this person looks really fierce.

Yongze patted the man lightly with his naginata.

boom!

The man flew out in an instant and slammed into the house next to him.

Yongze continued to walk forward, and soon saw a **** scene.

There were five or six tables there, and there were some leftovers left on the table.

But in addition to the leftovers, there were also some human parts on the table, such as hands, feet, and ears. The original gray-yellow table was stained with bright red blood.

A group of people dressed as villagers, stepping on the still bleeding corpse, were toasting and cheering, as if celebrating something.

"Big brother, it seems that there is a boy who is not here. It seems that it is the one who asked us for a drink before. It seems that he went to the toilet."

A thief counted the bodies on the ground and found that there was one person missing, so he reported with the leader of the thief.

"Going to the toilet, it's probably falling inside." The bandit leader took a sip of wine, waved his hand indifferently, and laughed.

Obviously he didn't think that the young man who looked helpless was of any use.

"Hahaha."

"Ha ha."

The bandit next to him also laughed, laughing at the incompetence of the young man.

"I made a lot of money this time. I didn't expect that there were not many people, but there were quite a lot of goods." A bandit laughed.

"That is, thanks to the cleverness of the big brother, to make a village here, those people would never have imagined that we would not do any raids at night, but wait for them to rest in the village." Some thieves began to flatter.

"That's right." The bandit leader became proud and said, "Only a stupid bandit would cut the road stupidly. If someone dares to come to you, they must be prepared."

"And I'm here pretending to be an ordinary villager, not only can I catch them off guard, but I can also give them medicine while they eat and drink.

If it is really difficult to deal with, you can also treat yourself as a real villager and let the other party pass. "

Yongze is speechless, bandits are not scary, just afraid that bandits have culture.

"Hey, big brother, there is someone over there." A bandit saw Yongze's figure.

Yongze was too lazy to talk nonsense with these bandits.

Click click!

Yongze used the ability to shake the fruit, and his fist with a white halo slammed out.

Boom! ! !

The terrifying power of shock exploded in the air, forming a powerful shock wave, rushing towards the bandit.

"what!"

The bandits let out a scream, all of them were knocked into the air by the air shock, and slammed into the house next to them, knocking the house into the rubble.

This huge movement awakened Gaucho, who was lying in front of the toilet door.

Gaucho looked around blankly, then ran towards the sound.

When he ran there, he saw the strong old man he saw in the tavern at noon standing there with a large naginata sword.

And his father, who had scolded him not long ago, was already lying on the ground, with countless marks of slashing on his body.

And those uncles who usually take good care of him also lay on the ground, with bright red blood constantly pouring out from under them.

Gaucho rushed up to question the strong old man, and asked if he did it.

Could it be that just because of his words at noon, he would come and kill them all?

But at this moment, although Gao Qiao was drinking, his mind was often sober.

The strong old man's Naginata sword was so big that it could be chopped down with a single knife. I'm afraid that it wasn't because the person was directly cut in half, and the scars left by the knife would not be so small.

Gao Qiao took a deep breath and saw a villager dressed as a villager, holding a knife, lying in the ruined house.

Gao Qiao quickly looked for other villagers and found that many of them were holding weapons.

Obviously, they were ambushed by bandits. This is not a village at all, but a bandit den!

Gaucho quickly ran to Inoue Gangchen, trying one by one to see if he could find one alive.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Gaucho searched, he could not find a breathing person.

Gaucho knelt on the ground in frustration, crying with his head in his arms.

How much he liked to drink before, how much he hated drinking at this moment, obviously Dad always said that you can't drink at this time, you should be cautious.

He disagreed, and went to the villagers to ask for wine.

If he didn't drink, he would be able to fight side by side with Dad and the others, maybe the result would be changed, and even if he couldn't change the result, it would be better than living alone in the world.

"Do you want revenge? There is a bandit at the entrance of the village." Yongze said lightly.

For the time being, he was satisfied with Gaucho's performance, he was not dazzled by hatred, and he knew how to observe.

Hearing Yongze's words, Gao Qiao grabbed the weapon on the ground, his eyes were red, he didn't speak, and swayed towards the entrance of the village.

Yongze didn't follow him. The man was slapped by him, and he was already incapacitated. Even if he could move, he was considered powerful.

After a while, Gaucho came back with an extra head in his hand.

Gaucho took the knife and started digging the soil, as if he didn't want his father and the caravan to riot in the wilderness.

However, Gao Qiao is an ordinary son, plus the knife itself is difficult to dig, and he may eat the food that was drugged. After a while, Gao Qiao was out of breath and had to stop and rest for a while. However, the hole dug out But burying one's head is not enough.

Yong Ze lightly chopped his feet a few times, and a big pit was created.

"Bury them, they have done their best and fought to the end." Yongze said.

The corpses of those caravans had wounds on the front and sides, not on the back, and they were all gathered together, which at least showed that no one escaped.

Gaucho propped himself up with a knife and pulled the caravan into the pit with difficulty.

After the burial, Gao Qiao just sat there stupidly, mumbling that it would be nice if he hadn't been drinking.

"If you are sad enough, stand up. The dead will not return because of this. Let's live more beautifully, so that their spirits in the sky will also be happy."

"Be my son." Yongze bent slightly and stretched out his hand towards Gao Qiao.

Looking at the tall Yongze, Gao Qiao was in a trance.

If he had the power to kick out a deep hole with a single kick like Yongze, what would happen today would not have happened.

Gaucho subconsciously grabbed Yongze's hand, it was a warm, generous and powerful palm.

Gaucho only felt dizzy, he stood up, and he did not feel any discomfort.

Gaucho looked at Yongze and asked, "Who are you?"

"Gu la la la." Yong Ze laughed and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, from now on, you will be my son."