Strongest Guard

Old Man Wang was the village chief of Xiliang Village, he had lived here for dozens of lifetimes.    

    

He had also suffered for more than a dozen lifetimes.    

    

However, the ancestors would never have thought that their descendants would win a good life when the Old Man Wang was in the red.    

    

As early as the last century, the state had built roads for the Xiliang Village and connected them with electricity, opening up their estrangement from the outside world.    

    

Furthermore, a few years ago, they found a better place for them to live, allowing the villagers to become the city people that they were originally envious of.    

    

Old Man Wang was born from bitter days, unlike the children and grandchildren who thought that life was supposed to be like this.    

    

It was just like how he felt deep feelings for this mountain village that was about to completely disappear, a feeling that his children and grandchildren could not understand.    

    

On the mountaintop, his ancestors were also lying in eternal slumber.    

    

June 14th was the anniversary of Old Man Wang's father's death.    

    

Every year, at dawn, he would go to his parents' grave to talk to them.    

    

The family was short and the family was short.    

    

He knew that the old people over there liked to hear this.    

    

If they let their grandsons come over and talk about how to play games and how to become brainless fans of a certain star--they would definitely be confused.    

    

It is the same this year.    

    

It was only seven in the morning when he told his parents everything he had to say.    

    

"Hai, it's time for me to go back. I will come back to see you two again on the first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar. I will bring a box of good cigarettes and a bottle of good wine. "    

    

Old Man Wang patted the dirt on his knees and sighed. Then, he cupped a handful of yellow soil with both of his hands and solemnly scattered it on the grave. Then, he turned around and walked out of the cypress forest.    

    

The Feng Shui on this side of the mountain is very good.    

    

If things weren't good, how could the villagers of Xiliang Village possibly live such a good life?    

    

The Feng Shui of the ancestral grave was good, and was related to the future life of all the villagers in Xiliang Village.    

    

As early as when they moved, Old Man Wang had heard that the country was going to move these old graves.    

    

He was trying to figure out what he should do to get the country to agree to keep this ancestral tomb.    

    

Even if he were to die later, burned to ashes and placed in a small, tiresome box in a plaid shelf, he would be willing to do so.    

    

"Ah!    

    

Just when Old Man Wang turned his head and looked at the lush "Dragon Travelling Land" and was thinking about how to save the ancestral tombs so that they wouldn't be moved away, a shrill cry suddenly came from the direction of the signal tower behind him.    

    

It must have been the scream of a girl.    

    

Old Man Wang, who was in his seventies and was deaf, could still hear everything clearly.    

    

Moreover, based on his rich life experience, he could hear the extreme fear in the girl's heart from this scream.    

    

Even though Old Man Wang was old, he still maintained the courage of seeing injustice on the road, and drawing swords to help. He immediately gave up thinking about how to protect the ancestral grave, shouted loudly, turned around, and rushed up the mountain: "Who dares to behave atrociously in the Xiliang Village?"    

    

Outside the door was the Western Liangshan mountain. Old Man Wang, who had lived here for 70 years, could walk around the mountain a few times with his eyes closed.    

    

Unfortunately, even now, he had never counted how many rocks lay scattered at the foot of the Western Paradise Mountain.    

    

However, just as he turned around to pounce, he was met with a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. With a crash, it fell to the ground and smashed its forehead against another stone.    

    

As a result, the world became quiet.    

    

There were no miserable shrieks from girls. No one dared to act wildly. Even the birds on the mountain closed their mouths. The only thing that could be seen was a gentle south wind blowing over from the distance.    

    

After who knows how long, Old Man Wang slowly woke up.    

    

In the end, he was old.    

    

It was no longer like when he was young. He could smash his forehead against a rock, and even if he wanted to smash it into pieces, he would still be able to jump up without a care in the world.    

    

However, even though Old Man Wang was no longer young, and the bag on his forehead was very big, he still maintained the clarity of mind that he should have.    

    

Just as he got up, he remembered the scream when he fell.    

    

"Who dares to behave so atrociously in the Western Lion Village?!"    

    

Old Man Wang yelled again. He picked up a fist-sized rock and jabbed it into the path.    

    

The birds in the sky, the weeds on both sides of the path, and the ancestors of the cypress forest behind him were all silently looking at Old Man Wang, breathing heavily as they sprinted away.    

    

Mount West Cold. The mountain paths were difficult, even harder than the clear sky.    

    

However, no matter how difficult the mountain path was, no matter how long your life was, as long as you kept running forward, there would be a moment where you would reach the end.    

    

Old Man Wang appeared on the mountaintop below the signal tower and saw the two girls.    

    

A girl wearing men's clothing — If it wasn't for her full hair, Old Man Wang definitely wouldn't think that she was a girl.    

    

On the girl's hands, on the ground, there was blood.    

    

"What, what is it?"    

    

Old Man Wang, who didn't see the thug, was stunned for a moment and looked at the girl in a plain white tracksuit.    

    

Old Man Wang was already in his seventies, but when he saw the girl in white, he felt like he was struck by lightning and stopped moving.    

    

He had never seen such a beautiful girl.    

    

He probably wouldn't see such a beautiful girl even if he died.    

    

Liu Tie hid his left hand behind Zhan Hsingshen. With a flick of his fingers, the knife disappeared and he let Old Man Wang, who had stepped into the gates of hell, go.    

    

She really didn't expect that there would be someone behind the mountain when she was giving Zhan Hsingshen "plastic surgery".    

    

If Old Man Wang was a young man, he would definitely have a knife in his throat at this moment.    

    

And then, with a strange expression, he lay there forever.    

    

"Great sir, my companion and I accidentally fell and just happened to have broken our noses."    

    

Yang Xiao pretended to be scared and said with a trembling voice, "Excuse me, can you go to the village and call for help so we can carry her down?"    

    

"You, you two came here to roam the mountain?"    

    

Only then did Old Man Wang blink his eyes and stick his head out of the window, trying to see Zhan Hsingshen, who was in Yang Xiao's arms.    

    

Of course, Yang Xiao wouldn't let him see Zhan Hsingshen, whose face was covered in blood. He pretended to be crying as he said, "Yes, we are here to roam the mountain. Who would have known that there would be so many rocks on the mountain?"    

    

"That's right, there are a lot of stones on the Western Lion Mountain, but there are also a lot of rocks."    

    

Old Man Wang raised his hand and wiped the bump on his forehead. Then, he nodded: "Miss, please wait here for a moment. I'll go call someone right away — sigh, I really should have gotten a phone."    

    

Even Old Man Wang, whose granddaughter was as big as Yang Xiao, wouldn't stare at a girl just because of her beauty.    

    

Saving someone was more important.    

    

With a sigh, Old Man Wang had already left.    

    

Half an hour later, Old Man Wang led his tenant at the eastern end of the village, and the two youngsters who had just finished their shift ran up the hill. "Quick, quick — where are the two children?"    

    

Those two children were already in the small yard that Yang Xiao rented.    

    

Yang Xiao, who had already changed his clothes, was bandaging Zhan Hsingshen's face.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen was still unconscious. He was lying naked on the "Dragon Couch" of the King, not moving at all, allowing himself to be tossed around by her.    

    

When Yang Xiao bandaged Zhan Hsingshen's head into a mummy shape, the door was gently pushed open.    

    

Lee Muchen actually wanted to kick the door open and rush in with Yang Xiao with a scream — probably due to her cruel act of twisting her beautiful head behind her back.    

    

Unless one was in despair, one wouldn't be able to experience the deep love between sisters.    

    

Lee Muchen didn't hear the screams of Zhan Hsingshen when he was cut, nor did she hear the sound of the Star God being carried on his back, lightly falling from the back wall like a leaf. However, she could smell the clear scent of blood.    

    

Although she was poisoned by the "beauty's lateness", her five senses did not lose their effect.    

    

When she raised her head with much difficulty and looked out the window, she saw the king carrying the reckless Zhan Hsingshen like he was carrying a sack as he quickly walked towards the north room.    

    

Fresh blood dripped from Zhan Hsingshen's forehead, which was hanging upside down on Yang Xiao's back. After the blood dripped onto the ground, it was a shocking sight to behold.    

    

Lee Muchen thought that the Star God was dead.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen was already dead, so she was left alone to bear the torture of the king.    

    

It would be too boring if they didn't even have a companion when it came to suffering.    

    

They might as well die together.    

    

After half an hour, Lee Muchen finally crawled to the door of the north room and used his last bit of strength to push open the door.    

    

Yang Xiao, on the other hand, did his own thing without even looking at her.    

    

However, she could clearly feel that there were two gazes that were sharper than knives staring at her viciously.    

    

Unfortunately, no matter how sharp his eyes were, they were only eyes, not knives.    

    

Therefore, no matter how sharp Lee Muchen's gaze was, it was unable to do any substantial damage to Yang Xiao.    

    

Moreover, she wasn't afraid of Lee Muchen at all.    

    

Yang Xiao picked up a piece of gauze and wiped off the blood and ointment on his hand. Then, he looked towards the door.    

    

When their eyes met, Yang Xiao did not hide his disgust for Jack.    

    

Lee Muchen clearly wanted to kill the king ten thousand times over, but she could only last less than ten seconds. With a pained look in her eyes, she lied on the doorstep and said, "My … Your Majesty, please kill me too."    

    

"Dead people can't do things for me."    

    

Yang Xiao walked to the door and stuck his foot under Lee Muchen's ribs. Lee Muchen, who was more than 1.73m tall and weighed more than 100kg, flew out like a weightless doll and landed heavily in the yard.    

    

He had thrown her, and even the sound of her heartbeat seemed to have stopped.    

    

After a long time, Lee Muchen slowly opened his eyes and saw that the king had changed into a set of pink clothes.    

    

No matter how much Lee Muchen hated Yang Xiao, he had to admit that the king, who was dressed as a woman, was definitely the number one beauty in the world.    

    

The first beauty was on the phone.    

    

Under Lee Muchen's gaze that was once again filled with hatred, Yang Xiao slightly frowned and cursed in an exceptionally ear-piercing voice, "A bunch of trash."    

    

Before anyone could say anything, Yang Xiao ended the call and looked at Lee Muchen, "Let me tell you a piece of good news. When they were escorting the three hundred pure virgins back to the valley, those wastes from the Hungry Ghost Tao were ambushed by the authorities. Thirty seven people, all killed. "    

    

"Heh, heh, this is really good news."    

    

Lee Muchen was stunned, then laughed with a hoarse voice: "How I wish that those people could follow the vines and pluck out all the people of Hungry Ghost Tao from the outside world. "It's for the best. Yes, yes, haha."    

    

"You can find me, right?"    

    

Yang Xiao smiled and said lightly, "Stop dreaming. Even if they couldn't find me, it wouldn't be much worse than dealing with King Yama. On the other hand, you should consider what kind of punishment you can receive. "    

    

"If you can trample me to death right now, I would be in the underworld and would be grateful for your great kindness."    

    

"How could I bear to trample you to death? "You're so beautiful."    

    

Yang Xiao's mood suddenly became better. He knelt down in front of her, lifted her chin with his finger and said softly: "I can recover your original appearance. But you have to do something for me. "    

    

"My lord, I … I can die for you!"    

    

Lee Muchen was stunned for a moment and then said excitedly.    

    

Yang Xiao tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying: "That scumbag definitely doesn't like sleeping with a dead man."