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  The huge and ferocious tiger's head bowed in front of the young man to show his submission.

On the big rock behind, Fa Cai rolled his eyes and showed slight disdain.

Cats will never be slaves.

Looking at the black tiger in front of him, Chen Yan was thinking about the sudden change in his mind.

Under the blood moon, how many wild beasts and wild ghosts like black tigers turned into monsters, ghosts and ghosts?
  And how many of them will cause harm to the world?
  Is there really some unknown existence targeting humanity?

Humanity has fallen, ghosts and monsters have revived...

Thinking of this, Chen Nian frowned slightly and his face became more and more solemn.

"Dad! There's fire ahead!"

Suddenly, a young boy's voice came from the bushes behind him.

"Guawazi, please slow down! Don't go there! Wan, what if it's... dirty stuff!"

An old voice sounded immediately, and the voice was full of anxiety. It became fainter at the end, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone.

Chen Yan turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound. He saw the bushes rustling slightly, and then the head of a young man with a tiger's head and a tiger's head came out.

The young man rolled his eyes and saw Chen Yan beside the fire. His eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted crisply:

"Master! Don't be afraid! It's not a ghost! It's a little Taoist priest!"

With that said, the young man got out, wearing a very ill-fitting Confucian shirt with the corners touching the floor and long sleeves, as if he was wearing a costume.

The young man's rolling eyes revealed cunning, and he held his hands in his hands with a smile:
  "Brother, little Taoist priest..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man's expression suddenly stiffened and his expression stagnated. He suddenly noticed a 'huge creature' in front of Chen Yan.

It was backlit, so he didn't see clearly. When he came closer, the young man could clearly see the huge shadow in front of Chen Yan.

The dark yellow pupils stared straight at him, with a majestic and domineering king character on his forehead, and the slightly opened bloody mouth seemed to be able to swallow him whole.

"Gulu..."

The young man's face suddenly turned pale, he swallowed subconsciously, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

At this moment, even the little Taoist priest who had just been so handsome in the eyes of the young man became eerie and terrifying.

"Gua WaZi? Talk, Gua WaZi?!"

The old voice in the bushes is getting closer.

The young man took a sharp breath, and then, a long-drawn-out scream, like a eunuch announcing an edict, suddenly sounded:

"Run!!!"

As soon as he shouted this, the young man turned around and ran away without even the slightest pause.

But before he could take two steps, he bumped into a figure.

"Ouch!"

"Guawazi, why are you so crazy?!"

The young man was knocked to the ground and fell into a dog's excrement. He got up in a hurry and urinated on his buttocks. He crawled out using his hands and feet. As he climbed, he couldn't stop screaming, "Sing loudly":
  "Big bug!! There is a giant man-eating bug!!!"

The old voice stiffened, and then he raised his head, meeting a pair of huge dark yellow eyes like lanterns, and the huge tiger body behind the eyes.

"Tiger!!!"

Another loud scream sounded.

Chen Yan felt his eardrums sting. He had heard enough screams tonight.

The grandfather and grandson on the other side were so frightened that they crawled and fled outside in panic.

Black Tiger turned his head and looked at the boy, waiting for the boy's instructions.

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes, looked at the grandfather and grandson who were about to flee into the bushes, and nodded slightly:

"Bring them here."

The black tiger nodded, and with a strong force on its bucket-like limbs, the three-meter-high body jumped up lightly. He flew several feet with a tiger leap, directly passed the grandfather and grandson, blocking their retreat.

"Boom!"

The grandfather and grandson, who were running for their lives, felt that they had hit a wall. Looking up in pain, a ferocious and huge tiger head came into view.

"Master Tiger, have mercy! Master Tiger, please have mercy! I don't know that this is your territory. If I knew, I wouldn't dare to offend you even if I had a hundred courages!!!!"

The old figure pulled the young man to his knees with a plop, and kept kowtowing to the black tiger with a look of horror on his face.

The young man burst into tears and murmured nonsense:

"I don't taste good, my meat smells..."

The black tiger glanced at the grandfather and grandson, then lowered his head, opened his bloody mouth and bit into it.

"It's over, my life is over!"

Seeing the bloody mouth bite him, he was so close that he could even see the sharp fangs in the bloody mouth.

The grandfather and grandson couldn't help but hugged each other and closed their eyes tightly, their bodies shaking like a sieve.

Immediately, the two of them felt their whole bodies floating up, as if they were flying in the air.

Is this what death feels like?

The young man couldn't help but think to himself, but then.

He landed with a "thud", making the young man and the old figure scream in pain.

Huh?
  Will it still hurt?
  Am I not dead yet?
  The young man was stunned for a moment, raised his head and opened it, and saw a young Taoist priest with a stern face looking at him indifferently. On the young Taoist priest's shoulder, there was a black cat with black and white pupils with a look of disdain.

And the huge black tiger was like a guard, loyally guarding behind the young Taoist priest.

A quarter of an hour later.

"So...your name is Jia Xiucai?"

Chen Yan looked at the old man in front of him and asked with a strange expression.

I saw that the old man had a dark and skinny old face. His face was criss-crossed with ravines, his eye sockets were sunken, and there were traces of time and suffering everywhere.

Hearing Chen Yan's question, the old man almost buried his head in the ground and his tone was trembling:

"The little old man is Jia Xiucai."

Chen Yan nodded slightly and looked at the young man beside him:
  "You are Jia Zhuangyuan?"

The young man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Chen Yan’s face was even more strange:
  "Who is Jia Ju?"

"So that the Taoist master will know that Jia Juren is an old dog in the little old man's family."

Jia Xiucai's old face turned into a chrysanthemum with pain, and he replied cautiously.

"..."

Chen Yan's mouth twitched, and then asked:
  "What are you doing here in the deep mountains and forests in the middle of the night?"

Aren’t you also sleeping rough in the mountains and forests in the middle of the night?
  Jia Zhuangyuan shrank his head and did not dare to say these words, but the little old man beside him replied honestly:

"So that Master Dao will know that there was a famine in the early years of Taiping. The young man took his baby to seek refuge with his relatives in the county. Unexpectedly, Earth Dragon turned over and lost his way. Seeing Master Dao's light, he found him."

Chen Yan raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything else. Jia Zhuangyuan, who was standing beside him, was staring straight at the fat sheep being roasted by the fire, and his mouth was drooling.

Just halfway through, Jia Zhuangyuan cried out in pain:
  "Master, why are you kicking me?"

The little old man secretly resented that the bastard didn't even look at what was happening now. Is this the time to be greedy?

Jia Zhuangyuan shrank his neck and was about to say something else.

suddenly!

"Hehehe~"

A high-pitched, thin female laughter suddenly sounded to their right.

……

(End of this chapter)