I have a portable farm

In the north of Shizikou City, there is a mountain peak surrounded by green trees, with an endless stream of people coming and going. If you don't know, these people may be going to rest on the mountain peak not far away.

But the locals knew what they were going to do. On this day every year, even the people who later settled in Shizikou would follow the original residents of Qianwan Sunset Peak to pay homage to the tens of thousands of people who died in that disaster.

Over the years, every year on this day, many tourists will come to worship. This is why we can see a continuous flow of people on the road.

There is a forest in an area under Sunset Peak. Different from the trees in the surrounding area, the maple forest in this area is different from the surrounding maple trees. The maple leaves of this maple tree are already red at this time.

From the perspective of Shikou people, under this maple tree are the ancestors of Shikou people. The leaves of the maple tree are always red because the maple tree is watered with the blood of the ancestors.

When Zhao Xinyu came over, he saw that Maple Grove was surrounded by sacrifices. No one who came over spoke. They all bowed solemnly. No one came over and took out their mobile phones to take pictures, even if they didn't. The sign warns, to use a local saying, that if you shoot with a mobile phone, it is disrespectful to the ancestors.

People left immediately after worshiping. Many elderly people had red eyes. Zhao Xinyu, who followed the crowd, also placed flowers and sprinkled a bottle of wine in the maple forest according to the custom of his hometown. on the land.

People came and went, people kept coming, and people kept leaving after worshiping. Zhao Xinyu went to an area with few people and stood there. He looked towards the maple forest and saw a faint tower in the maple forest. There is a huge tombstone, but because of the trees, it is not clear what is written on the tombstone.

As time went by, the number of people coming gradually decreased. When it was almost noon, no one could be seen coming. Zhao Xinyu still did not leave, but he entered the woods not far away.

With a slight motor sound, Zhao Xinyu saw a domestic car parked in the distance. Three people got out of the car. One of them was his target this time, Zhao Henri. Following Zhao Henri was a The woman leading the seven or eight-year-old boy looked like a family of three.

Seeing Zhao Henri's family of three come in, Zhao Xinyu looked into the distance and saw that there were no following vehicles, which made him shake his head.

It was impossible for Zhao Henri not to know that something happened to his cousin. He should be able to imagine what he said, but this time he came alone, which really surprised Zhao Xinyu.

But the next moment, a faint smile appeared on Zhao Xinyu's face. He looked at the maple forest opposite, and there was no figure moving anywhere. Although they were not close together, Zhao Xinyu heard their conversation. They should be the ones secretly protecting Zhao Henri.

Zhao Henri came over, placed the sacrifices devoutly, and then knelt on the ground. A strong man nearly 1.9 meters tall cried like a child.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, and Zhao Xinyu looked in one direction. He saw nearly twenty people wearing masks and hats shooting out from the maple forest in the direction of the mountain peak. They were rushing towards Zhao Henri. At that moment, a long knife with a cold glow appeared in his hand.

Japanese sword.

Zhao Xinyu knew the origins of these people just by looking at them.

There was movement here, and Zhao Henri's wife and son all exclaimed. Zhao Henri stood up and pulled his wife and children behind him. The people who were secretly protecting Zhao Henri also came out. Zhao Xinyu's eyes lit up. The cultivator, The dozen or so people who appeared were all cultivators at the innate level.

A group of people arrived next to Zhao Henri, and each person had a sharp blade with a cold light shining in his hand, staring at the crowd coming over.

Zhao Henri's expression was extremely solemn. The cultivation level of the Japanese who appeared were all above the Earth Martial Realm. Counting him, they were no match for him at all.

"You protect them first and I'll take the lead."

Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but nodded. Zhao Henri could still make such a decision at this time, which is enough to show that Zhao Henri is a man who values ​​love and justice.

Facing such a real man, Zhao Xinyu certainly would not let the Japanese take his hands, let alone him.

There is also an unforgettable hatred for the Japanese in his heart.

The next moment, a trace of cold air filled his palm, and blue ice needles condensed out. With a flick of his wrist, blue lights flashed, and the ice needles shot towards the Japanese like a goddess scattering flowers.

The next moment, Zhao Henri's group's eyes widened. They saw a Japanese who had arrived in front of them fall to the ground, and only the last person was left.

The Japanese man was shaken. He turned around and ran away without stopping at all. Zhao Xinyu did not follow him, because he was not needed for this kind of thing at all. Akadama was enough.

Zhao Henri, who knew that the only remaining Japanese had escaped and walked around the gate of hell, finally came to his senses. He looked in the direction of Zhao Xinyu and said loudly.

"It was the senior who took action. Junior Zhao Henri respectfully invites the senior to show up."

"Zhao Henri, you still dare to come out blatantly at this time, don't you want your life?"

Zhao Henri took a deep breath, "Thank you, senior, but this day is the death anniversary of the eleven ancestors of my Zhao family. I must let my ancestors know that the Zhao family still has descendants, and always remember the hatred of the country and the hatred of the family."

Zhao Xinyu sighed in his heart, "Those people around you..."

"They are all descendants of the soldiers who fought against the Japanese. They all have the same experiences as me. We are like-minded and come together."

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "Now that you have become their target, go back first. Don't come to places like this these days, and don't leave the factory at night. Wait until I help you solve this trouble."

"Senior, you..."

"Go back, I have something else to do. Remember what I said. There are not many people with blood like you now. Please pass on this blood. There are some cultivation resources here."

Following a Na ring, it was shot at Zhao Henri. Zhao Henri took it in his hand and looked at the maple forest where Zhao Xinyu was again, only to find that there was no movement there.

"Brother Zhao, accept the ring?"

Zhao Henri looked at Fenglin and took a deep breath, "Senior should think that he is a reclusive master. Let's go back first and follow the instructions of senior and bring all the family members and children to the factory."

"What about these?"

Zhao Henri looked at the Japanese who were killed on the ground. They went over together. After a moment, their eyes widened. They saw that there was no trace of blood on anyone's body, and there were a few drops of water between each person's eyebrows.

"Brother Zhao, that senior..."

"Take care of them all and go back first."

In another maple forest, watching Zhao Henri and a group of people dispose of the Japanese corpses very neatly, Zhao Xinyu's eyes flickered. He could see that these people were very professional. They should have done such things frequently, which reminded him of Yanhuang Iron Brigade, if these people are well cultivated, it is really possible for them to...

Following secretly and watching Zhao Henri and his party enter the downtown area, Zhao Xinyu turned around and headed in one direction to see where there was anything left by Chiyu.

There is a remote fishing village dozens of miles away from Shizikou. Although the village is not small, there are not many real residents. Many of the courtyards are abandoned, and most of the fishing boats parked on the beach are rusty.

On a road far away from the village, Zhao Xinyu got out of the taxi in advance. The taxi turned around and left. Zhao Xinyu looked at the village with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

The entrance of Shishikou is prohibited, and the surrounding areas should also be affected. He also arrived here based on the aura left by Akadama. According to the aura left by Akadama, the Japanese entered the fishing village in front. Could it be...

"Boss, the fishing village is full of Japanese people and people from the dark world. There are more than sixty people in total, but their cultivation is not high. I can't understand what they say."

Zhao Xinyu frowned. His cultivation level was not high. The whole village was filled with Japanese and people from the dark world. Could it be that this fishing village...

Knowing that the fishing village was full of Japanese people and people from the dark world, Zhao Xinyu turned around and headed back the way he came. He knew that entering the village at this moment could only alert the enemy.

"Akadama, go over there and put all these trackers. Be careful and don't touch them for the time being."

In the afternoon, on a beach about ten miles away from the fishing village,

Zhao Xinyu saw Bai Haori and Qin Yayang rushing over.

"Mr. Ning, where are Brother Fei?"

"According to your request, Mr. Ning is secretly protecting Zhao Henri at the factory. What is the situation here?"

"I killed eighteen of them, and the rest fled back to the village. So far, they haven't made any movement. What are they talking about."

"The fishing village is almost deserted. Most of the people have arrived at Shikou. The only ones left are some old people and fishermen who are unwilling to go to the city. They must have been poisoned. They are responsible for collecting information and creating chaos in Shikou. They have already What happened has been reported back, and one of their people should be coming tonight. From their conversation, we also know that there is another gathering point, and Long Yi has taken people there to monitor it."

"These bastards." Zhao Xinyu's eyes turned cold.

Bai Haotian raised his hand and patted Zhao Xinyu on the shoulder, "Our men have sealed off this area, and tonight is the time when they will pay with blood."

When night falls, the fishing village falls into darkness, and the entire sea is shrouded in darkness. On the beach not far from the fishing village, several people in fishermen's clothing sit on a rusty fishing boat drinking and eating meat. There is this bonfire not far away. This Yang scene often occurs at the beach.

As the night deepened, these people looked around, and one person even took out a telescope and kept looking into the distance.

In the early morning, a speedboat rode the wind and waves towards the fishing village. When the speedboat stopped, figures one after another got off the speedboat.

Sixteen people, nine Divine Martial Realms, one of whom was in the late Shenwu Realm, seven Holy Martial Realms, the speedboat left directly after everyone got off.

After the speedboat disappeared on the vast sea, those people quickly extinguished the bonfire, and the area fell into darkness again. As those people passed towards the fishing village, the crowd suddenly became chaotic, and ten of the sixteen people who had just come fell down. On the beach, half of their heads were missing.

At the same time, dozens of figures appeared on the beach, each with a dragon-shaped mask on their face.

When they saw the dragon-shaped mask, the faces of those people changed, and they panicked instantly. This mask represented an organization, the Yanhuang Iron Brigade. This short-term appearance has been secretly controlled by the hidden dragon Ning Zhiyuan, but its strength is far beyond Hidden Dragon, each of their six leaders has a cultivation level in the late stage of the Divine Martial Realm. I don’t know how many Gaosou have been killed by them in the past few years.

"Walk."

But how could the people who came over give them a chance to escape? Bai Haori, Qin Yayang, and Bai Haotian were harvesting their lives like the gods of death.

In the village, there was also a one-sided killing at the moment. The Yanhuang Iron Brigade would not leave any chance to the enemy. Zhang Jianye and Wang Liheng who were in charge did not even make a move. The ones who took action were all the backward Yanhuang children.

It was only the time of a stick of incense, and there was no one alive on the beach or in the village. They collected all the people they killed, and then found the villagers they killed in a dilapidated courtyard.

"Where's the head?" After clearing the battlefield, Zhang Jianye looked at Bai Haori.

Bai Haori smiled faintly, "He followed the speedboat to find their lair. Check it out to see if there is anything missing. If not, I will notify the law enforcers here to come over."