dognovel Chapter 444 The Great Protector of the Temple of Death
Chapter 444 The Great Protector of the Temple of Death
Ye Huan kicked Huo Huzi to the ground without hesitation, then pushed Bai Xiaolong aside and came to Zhang Hongmei.
"Hongmei, I am the husband of your sister Haoyue, and I came to see you on his behalf."
Zhang Hongmei had written letters and contacted Lin Haoyue several times, and she vaguely knew who Lin Haoyue's husband was.
"You are brother Ye Huan, right? Sister Haoyue asked you to come here?"
Ye Huan said to her very seriously: "I don't care what the purpose of these people is, but it is wrong for them to force you to get married, not to mention that you are not of legal marriage age. This is illegal in the first place! Follow me and leave them alone."
Who knew that Huo Huzi was not afraid of Ye Huan's sneer at all.
"I don't care who you are, you actually came to Duanhun Cliff, and you dare to interfere in my affairs, I will ask you to stay here today!"
Ye Huan ignored his threat, bent down, carried Zhang Hongmei on his back, and strode out.
"Old five and six, are you both dead? Why don't you come and stop us?"
Bai Lao Wu and Bai Lao Liu had already been knocked unconscious by Ye Huan. How could they come to stop them?
When Huo Huzi saw that Ye Huan was about to leave, he naturally did not dare to touch his brow, so he ran out without saying a word.
Ye Huan knew that there were still many things that he needed to ask him about before sending the village tyrant in, so he comforted Zhang Hongmei with a few words and took him to chase Huo Huzi.
He whistled several times to the dogs around him, and the dogs chased Huo Huzi desperately.
This road is much more lively, with hundreds of households in this village.Seeing that Huo Huzi, who had always been domineering, was actually in such a mess today, his resentment was very relieved, but no one dared to come out and call for beatings, so they all closed the door and acted wisely to protect themselves.
Huo Huzi ran towards a shop in the center of the street without stopping.
While running, he shouted loudly: "Master Protector, help me quickly, Huo Huzi is about to be beaten to death!"
Ye Huan chased to that place and took a closer look. It turned out to be a Mingyi shop, but its signboard was not written in a standardized way, but instead had a big skull painted on it.
Below it is written in bright red letters: Death Group Co., Ltd. Sickle Manufacturing Factory.
Death Group?
Ye Huan was stunned for a moment. As the name of a group, this name seemed a little inconsistent. He didn't know how it was registered successfully.
Moreover, there is a rather eerie skull hanging on the signboard, which does not look like a serious unit at first glance.
At this moment, the door opened, and a middle-aged and elderly man wearing black training clothes walked out.
This man has a wicked eyebrow, dead fish eyes, windy ears, a pig nose, and a mouth full of big buck teeth.
The thing in his hand looked weird and a little funny, it turned out to be a mourning stick.
He kept throwing things on the road, and all the things he threw while standing in the spotlight flew towards Ye Huan.
Ye Huan took a piece of paper and couldn't help shouting that it was bad luck. It turned out that they were all paper money with a hole in the middle.
"A lonely ghost is picking up money!"
The man's voice was quite terrifying, but Ye Huan from Shura Palace seemed a little more mature in this way of scaring others.
Ye Huan stood opposite him as if nothing had happened, looking at him as if he were teasing.
"Are you the master behind Huo Huzi?"
Huo Huzi didn't know where he got the courage. He hid behind the man, pointed at Ye Huan and yelled.
"You brave ghost, why don't you kneel down when you see the Great Protector of the Temple of Death?"
Temple of Death?
Ye Huan tried hard to search the memories in his mind, but it seemed that there was no such organization.
I don’t know what they do. Could it be that their greatest skill is tying paper for dead people?Not to mention his skills, his ability to act like this is quite remarkable.
But so what?If you really piss me off, I'll beat you all with one hand!
Who knew that the man who was called the Great Protector of the Temple of Death glanced up and down at Ye Huan. Ye Huan suddenly felt that he had been invaded by a cold consciousness.
He was so frightened that he quickly gave up his concentration and did not dare to look at the enemy. The great protector said calmly.
"Looking at your breathing skills, it seems that you were taught by the old Shura of Shura Hall. How is that old ghost?"
Ye Huan was greatly surprised: "Do you know my master?"
The great protector sneered: "Your master is also the previous master of Shura Hall. When he meets the master of our Death Temple, he should also call him uncle. Your master and I are equals, so you should also call me master when you meet me." uncle."
At this time, Ye Huan vaguely felt that the other party had an amazing artistic talent, and did not dare to offend him easily.
"Dare to ask the old senior's name?"
The Great Protector said very proudly: "I am the Great Protector of the Temple of Death, Black Impermanence Fan Wujiu!"
Hearing this name, Ye Huan not only showed no awe, but instead asked the other party an unexpected question.
"Let me ask you, are you the God of Death from the West or the God of Death from the East?"
Fan Wujiu was stunned for a moment: "Of course it's the Eastern God of Death."
"Then why are you playing with the sickle? Are you trying to be cool or are you pretending to be stupid?"
Fan Wujiu shook his head.
"The apprentice taught by the old Shura is still so poor. This shop is just a place where the old man lived in seclusion. These sickles are just farm tools and have no symbolic meaning. Why do you bother to ask more?"
After the pleasantries were finished, Ye Huan said very seriously.
"Uncle, please wait for a while. I must seize this village and eliminate harm to the people."
"I'm afraid it won't work."
Fan Wujiu did not retreat at all.
"Although this man is disgusting, he is the spokesperson of our Death Temple on the ground. If you kill him, where can I find such an obedient dog?"
Although he heard Fan Wujiu calling him a dog, Huo Huzi did not dare to show any displeasure at all. Instead, he looked at him very flatteringly, as if he should be so.
Ye Huan sneered: "He destroyed the happiness of the students and their families we sponsored. I have to settle this debt. If uncle cares about the friendship between our two factions, please don't stop him."
This was said quite bluntly, without any hint of euphemism.
But I couldn't stand it anymore: "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this? You don't want to live anymore!"
Ye Huan chuckled: "I'll wait until my disciples beat that village bully to death, and then I can make amends to my uncle."
After saying that, his body swayed and he had already arrived in front of Huo Huzi. His long nails flicked out and went straight to the other person's throat.
He was faster, and the mourning stick in Fan Wujiu's hand was even faster.
Ye Huan suddenly saw that there were many sharp spikes on the mourning stick, and he did not dare to look down upon it, so he hurriedly retracted his hand.
Fan Wujiu held the mourning stick in his hand across his chest.
"I, as an old man, don't want to bully children. Hurry up and find a handy weapon. We'll fight again. Whether you can take this dog away depends on your own martial arts skills!"