in the edge

Chapter 4

"What's going on inside?"

"Is he still alive?"

"Go in, go and have a look first."

Outside the ancestral hall where the ancestral swords of the Yang family are stored, Yang Xuan and Yang Sanlang are waiting nervously with more than a dozen young and strong members of the clan. one.

The most ideal situation is that the person inside sharpened the knife before going completely mad. Although he lost his mind and became a walking dead, it might be a bit cruel to that strong refugee named Du Chengfeng, even dead. But at least this will allow everyone in Yangjiabao to have the strength to fight against the barbarians' looting.

As for the unsatisfactory words... then you can only use these spears.

Even if that refugee is completely transformed into a murderous maniac capable of slaughtering the entire Yang Family Fort, he must at least raise his knife before he actually kills people—and this is what prevents everyone in the Yang Family Fort. chance of disaster.After all, no matter how fierce a murderous maniac is, he is still made of flesh and blood.

In the final analysis, a flesh and blood body is fragile after all, as long as it is pierced through the body and loses a lot of blood, it will also be unable to move and die on the spot.

It's like killing pigs and sheep.

So what's going on inside?Is the knife sharpened?What happened to the refugee who was sent in now?
"...I can't wait any longer! Open the door!"

Seeing that there was still no movement in the ancestral hall, Yang Sanlang, who was apprehensive, simply strode forward and pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall.

At this moment, Du Chengfeng opened his eyes.

Four eyes facing each other.

Yang Sanlang lost his sight in an instant.

As a leader of the young generation in Yangjiabao, Yang Sanlang should not have made such a move.Not to mention a mere refugee, even in the face of his own family's uncle, this leopard-headed and eye-catching man still dared to stare furiously, and did not lose the wind.

But at this moment, Yang Sanlang didn't dare to look into the refugee's eyes.

The moment Yang Sanlang was stared at by that cold gaze, Yang Sanlang felt chills all over his body, that gaze was not human at all, and that gaze did not treat him as a human being at all.

Under that line of sight, Yang Sanlang felt like a live pig that was bound tightly and was about to be slaughtered with a knife.

The previous night conversation with his family uncle came to mind again, and Yang Sanlang couldn't help but feel in a trance.

No wonder the clan uncle stopped him again and again and did not allow him to touch the knife. It turned out that the so-called evil spirit entering the body was so terrifying.

Was it God who appeared before him?Is it a demon?Or something even weirder?
"who are you?"

"I'm human."

Du Chengfeng who regained consciousness instinctively responded.

"I'm human, can't you see...huh?"

Focusing his eyes, Du Chengfeng saw who it was who just asked that sentence.

Long-standing memories surged out of his mind, and Du Chengfeng vaguely recalled the original scene - yes, at that time he was not a knife, but a refugee who came to Yangjiapu to seek life, but the man in front of him was named Yang Sanlang The man deliberately picked him out, and even though he knew that the knife was wrapped with evil spirits and would drive ordinary people crazy if he touched it, he still lured him over and asked him to sharpen the knife!

At this moment, when enemies meet, they are extremely jealous!
"knife!"

Clenching his fists, Du Chengfeng realized that he was still holding the big knife in his palm.

With a sharp blade in his body, he will kill himself.

The icy evil spirit surged up both arms, and today he was going to kill the inside and outside of the ancestral hall, and even the entire Yang Family Fort!

"Bah!"

With a loud shout, Du Chengfeng swung his big knife, and Paoding Jiezhu, which had been repeated countless times in his mind, was reflected on his body. With a swing of the big knife, killing people is like killing a pig!
But at this moment, a pair of old hands with little strength firmly supported his hands holding the knife that were about to fall.

"Do it! Hurry up!"

Yang Xuan, who was already very old, but he didn't know where the strength came from at this moment, he just held the sword that Du Chengfeng was about to swing in the air!
"Leave me alone! Hurry up! If you really let him make a move, Yang Jiabao will die!"

"Uncle Clan, you..."

Hearing Yang Xuan's roar, Yang Sanlang, who was already frightened by that knife, was speechless for a long time.

Although the most sensible approach at the moment is to let the young and strong members of the clan stab out their spears and pierce the refugee with the knife together with his family uncle, but after all, it is his family uncle, his relatives and elders, who have been watching since he was a child. He grew up with him, and he didn't know how much he took care of him on weekdays. How could he be so cruel and shout out this cruel order?
But when Yang Sanlang hesitated, Du Chengfeng didn't hesitate at all.

The cold evil spirit poured into his head, and he seemed to have returned to the time when he was a big knife, splitting the flesh and blood, sparing the body, and being a sharp knife, this is his mission, and it is also the most enjoyable thing for him.

However, just when Du Chengfeng looked back and was about to kill the person in front of him first, his pupils shrank suddenly.

There was no other reason. He knew the old man in front of him.

Not when I was a refugee, but when I was a sword.As the family heirloom of the Yang clan, Du Chengfeng almost watched the Yang clan grow up after Fatty Yang's death.Although most of the time, as a relic of the ancestors, he has been enshrined in the ancestral hall and is not allowed to be touched easily, but there are always some unlucky children who will not listen to the advice and run to the ancestral hall to touch him while no one is around, to contaminate him. Take a look at the afterglow of the ancestors.

For these touches, Du Chengfeng has always let him go. One is that he has no way to refuse as a big sword, and the other is because of loneliness.Some people can come to talk to him and make a fool of himself. For him who has been offered on the table all the time, it can be regarded as some fun in ordinary life.

And the old man in front of him, when he was still young, was also one of those unruly brats.

This old man named Yang Xuan, Du Chengfeng also watched him grow up all the way.When I was young, I went to the ancestral hall to steal tribute from my ancestors. When I was young, I came to the ancestral hall to complain about the hard work of studying. When I was a young man, after taking over the Yang family, I went to the ancestral hall to lament the difficulty of life to my ancestors. When I was old, I came every day. He sighed, feeling that he had failed to maintain the Yang family well... Similar things, the old man's father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had done almost all of them. .

But now, this junior who I watched growing up all the way, who can almost be counted as grandchildren of countless generations, is standing in front of me.

The cold and biting evil spirit made Du Chengfeng's blood boil, and the big knife in his hand just wanted to drink blood.

But, do you want to kill?
"You..."

Looking at Yang Xuan in front of him, Du Chengfeng suddenly thought of Fatty Yang.

Although the two sides are thin and fat, old and strong, but those eyes, the expressions in those eyes, have already overlapped at this moment.

And at the moment when the eyes met, Yang Xuan's eyes also lit up.

"Don't! Don't do it yet!"

The old Yang Xuan yelled almost instinctively.

"Don't do it! It's not evil spirits entering the body! Don't do it!"

While giving these orders to the clan members behind him, Yang Xuan stared closely into Du Chengfeng's eyes.

He could be sure that he saw it correctly. The eyes of the refugee in front of him, which were almost completely stained with blood, had already regained their clarity of reason!

Blessed by the ancestors, instead of facing a terrible military disaster this time, his Yang family got a lottery!

"This strong man!"

Overjoyed in his heart, Yang Xuan hurriedly tried to press Du Chengfeng's knife-holding hands.

"I didn't expect the strong man to be so talented. Even the sword aura is like a breeze to the strong man. It's not worth mentioning. It's just...uh."

Yang Xuan's voice froze.

The hands holding the knife were still hanging in the air, showing no intention of letting go.

"Say it, why don't you continue talking?"

Looking at the flattering and somewhat embarrassed expression on the face of the old man in front of him, Du Chengfeng's eyes couldn't help but narrowed.

"Go on, say a few more nice words, or do you already know about the good deeds your eldest nephew has done?"

Saying this, Du Chengfeng grabbed Yang Xuan's collar.

"Well, you old man, your nephew Yang Sanlang tricked me into coming here to sharpen a knife and wanted to kill me. You want to expose the matter in just a few words? Who do you think I am?"

"I, I, I, I..."

Yang Xuan, who was already old and thin, was almost picked up on the spot. Facing the angry refugees in front of him, he even faltered and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

At this moment, looking at the refugee in front of him with a big knife, Yang Xuan felt in a trance that he was facing the ancestor in the genealogy who fought in the battlefield and killed countless enemies!
"Put down my uncle!"

Just when Yang Xuan was captured, Yang Sanlang who was at the side hurriedly rushed over with a spear.

But Du Chengfeng just glanced over, and Yang Sanlang was already so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.

If Du Chengfeng's murderous intention just now was only due to the evil aura of the sword, then now he was truly murderous from the bottom of his heart.During his time as a sword, from the moment Fatty Yang's blood spattered the Governor's Mansion, he had already been stained with hundreds of lives.Now that he knew that he was being framed and almost died on the spot, how could he not respond with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth?
"Wait a minute, strong man!"

Seeing that Du Chengfeng was about to swing down the sword in his hand, Yang Xuan hurriedly stopped him again.

But when faced with Du Chengfeng's gaze, Yang Xuan faltered and couldn't speak. In the end, it was his Yang family's fault in this matter. What happened to him actually provoked a dragon crossing the river who is not even afraid of the evil spirit of swordsmen.

Just looking at the opponent's posture of combining man and sword, I'm afraid it's too late to say anything now. The dozen or so young men behind me are probably not enough to be cut with the big knife.You must know that the ancestors of his Yang family were generals who followed Taizu Emperor Gao in various expeditions. He killed countless enemies with a big sword. He just killed young men with no martial arts skills. Isn't it easier than killing chickens?
"My brave man, I have something to say. This time I, the Yang family, have failed in our hospitality. You should make whatever compensation you want afterwards. But now we are facing a formidable enemy, and the barbarians are about to attack. Shouldn't we first Do you want to unite with the outside world to resist Hu Qi?"

"Ok?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help frowning.

In the very distant memory, it seems that there was this stubble. At that time, he was also stuffed with a wooden spear, and he was almost pulled to the front line...

"Boom, boom, boom-"

Just as Du Chengfeng was still immersed in memories, suddenly there was a large sound of horseshoes outside Wubao!

The noisy hoofbeats shook the ground, sounding like thunder!
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