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Xinghua Village.

It got its name from the many apricot trees planted in the village.

Every year, Daxia warriors regard this place as their final destination before entering the wilderness, so the village is not closed off.

Chen Hao has lived in this relatively peaceful small village for more than half a month, and his body and bones are no longer serious.

outside the village.

By the creek.

Chen Hao was chatting with three old men when a team appeared on the dirt road leading to the black forest, marching slowly towards Xinghua Village.

"They seem to be those who entered the wilderness a few days ago."

"You mean the team under the banner of the garrison general?"

"Correct."

The three old men talked quietly, showing awe.

Daxia, twenty-one states, one hundred and eight prefectures.

The garrison general, the highest military attache in a government, is the fifth rank.

They may not be able to defeat such a big shot once in their lifetime.

Chen Hao silently looked at the team a hundred meters away. Dozens of people looked disgraced, their clothes were tattered and stained with blood, as if they were defeated.

The three old men were accustomed to this.

Every year, at least dozens of teams enter the wilderness via Xinghua Village. They either never come back or suffer heavy casualties.

"As expected of the garrison general, a team of more than a hundred people entered the wilderness, and more than thirty people survived."

one person lamented.

"Why did you bring a dead person back?"

Another person is surprised.

In the middle of the team, four people were carrying a coffin.

Chen Hao concluded that the person in the coffin had a special identity.

Dozens of people walked across the creek, ignoring the three old men.

However, a few people, including the leading man, looked at Chen Hao a few more times and seemed to realize that Chen Hao was unusual.

Chen Hao was calm and composed.

The team enters the village.

The three old men left Chen Hao to watch the fun.

When Chen Hao entered the village, the team returning from the wilderness had occupied an empty courtyard, and the coffin was placed in the middle of the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard gate, villagers were crowded watching the fun.

The village chief, Old Man Wu, saluted the leading man and said, "Whatever you need, I will prepare it."

"Prepare meals and drinks for us."

The leader of the bearded man finished speaking and looked at his subordinates.

The subordinate took out a piece of silver and threw it to Old Man Wu.

Old man Wu quickly thanked the bearded man and turned to leave. There was a click... the cover of the coffin placed in the middle of the yard cracked.

The villagers crowded outside the door were startled.

The domineering man and his subordinates are fearless.

The bearded man walked up to the coffin, observed it, and said indifferently: "When we made this coffin, we used local materials. The wood has moisture. Now that the moisture dries out, it will crack."

Old man Wu's heart dropped.

"Remove the door panel and cover it first. When we get to Jiangjia Town, a hundred miles away, we will buy a good coffin for the Third Young Master."

The bearded man ordered his men with a cold face.

Several people immediately went to remove the door panels.

The other two removed the cracked coffin cover.

Old man Wu was curious and took a look into the coffin.

The young man lying in the coffin had a livid face, black eyes, and his neck looked like it had been scratched by a ferocious beast, with bloody flesh.

After seeing the corpse clearly, Old Man Wu took a breath.

"Don't hang around here, go do your business!"

The bearded man scolded Old Man Wu.

"Oh……"

Old Man Wu nodded distractedly, walked two steps toward the entrance of the courtyard, turned around, and said to the bearded man with a hard head: "Sir, it's best to burn those who died in the wilderness."

"Burn it?!" The bearded man glared, with an intimidating aura, and said slowly: "This is the third son of the guarding general!"

Old man Wu was confused.

The person who died was actually the young master of the garrison general.

"If you talk nonsense again, I will burn you to death first." One person showed his fierce look.

Old man Wu was as silent as a cicada.

"roll!"

Another person pushed Old Man Wu.

Old man Wu almost fell down.

"what happened?"

Chen Hao entered the courtyard, supported Old Man Wu, and frowned as he looked around the dozens of people in the courtyard while asking. His eyes fell on the dead man's face, and his heart trembled.

The person who died was the young man in white robe who had taken away the treasure bag from him before.

This young man was so powerful that he actually died.

Is it related to his sneak attack?

The tough men numbering twenty or thirty in the courtyard stared at Chen Hao coldly.

"No, it's nothing, let's go." Old man Wu was worried that Chen Hao would cause trouble, so he dragged Chen Hao out.

"Old man, what happened?"

Chen Hao asked Old Man Wu.

"The little old man almost got into trouble."

Old man Wu was still frightened.

Chen Hao listened to Old Man Wu explain the cause and effect, frowned and asked: "Why do you always want them to burn the body?"

"This……"

Old man Wu hesitated to speak.

Chen Hao saw that the old man had something to hide, so he didn't want to ask more questions.

Two men armed with swords dispersed the villagers gathered outside the courtyard.

Boom!

The courtyard door is closed.

In the yard, the leader, the bearded man who looked like a strong man in the army, pulled out a piece of blood-stained white cloth from his breastplate.

He unfolded the white cloth, and there were two lines of blood written crookedly on it.

"We were attacked by a sneak attack and the treasure bag was taken away. Then we encountered..."

The bearded man frowned.

There are only these ten words on the piece of cloth.

On the side, the subordinate of the bearded man said: "Sir, the Third Young Master seems to have suffered something after being attacked."

"Dahuang, I've been in and out a few times, but this time I always felt something was wrong." The bearded man's face was uncertain.

He thought for a moment, handed the piece of cloth to his confidant, and said: "Take two people and set off immediately to deliver the Third Young Master's relics to the general."

"Yes!"

His men cupped their fists and saluted.

On the other side, several people carried the removed door panels to cover the coffin.

The bearded man raised his hand to stop a few people, came to the coffin, and stared at the bloody wound on the Third Young Master's neck.

Third Young Master, a fifth-grade warrior.

Not only is he the favorite son of the garrison general, he is also one of the few talents of the younger generation of the White Clan. Although he is not a direct descendant of the White Clan, he still has a bright future.

It's such a pity that he died like this.

The bearded man sighed secretly, and then thought about how the Third Young Master treated him like a slave and ordered him around.

It's okay to die.

"Cover it."

The bearded man turned around and walked towards the house without looking at the dead Third Young Master.

late at night.

Most of the villagers who farmed or went hunting at sunrise and rested at sunset, and the large villages were sparsely lit.

In the yard where the simple coffins were placed, the two men guarding the gate were sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding their weapons and taking a nap against the wooden door.

There was no one else in the courtyard.

In several rooms, snoring could be heard one after another.

It can be seen that the team escaping from the wilderness did not get much rest along the way. These dozens of people finally got a good sleep tonight.

In the room facing the courtyard gate, a bearded man was sitting cross-legged and meditating. There were three people on each side on the left and right, also sitting cross-legged.

These are the seven most powerful people on this team.

The bearded man, named Hu Dahai, is a commander of thousands under the command of Bai Lang, the garrison general of Heyuan Prefecture, and a sixth-grade warrior.

There were six people on both sides, two of whom were Hu Dahai's subordinates in the army, and the other four were warriors in the world.

Most of the warriors in the world come from sects.

In Daxia, there were thousands of large and small sects.

These six people are all seventh-level warriors, and their cultivation has reached the peak of the body forging realm.

Lower-level warriors cannot break through their protective aura with swords, and arrows shot from powerful bows and crossbows can hardly touch their skin.

At this moment, the seven people were concentrating on healing their injuries and restoring their condition.

Hu Dahai opened his eyes.

In the yard, the coffin cover suddenly flew over, flew more than ten meters and hit the ground.

The two men who were taking a nap sitting on the ground with their backs to the courtyard door suddenly woke up.