The person who had spoken earlier, upon hearing the scar-faced man's words, involuntarily hesitated for a moment, then urgently said, "Brother Hu, you promised me that you wouldn't harm anyone in the village."
A sly smile appeared on the scar-faced man's face as he pushed the person who had spoken aside.
"Indeed, I did promise you, but now I've changed my mind."
"Brother Hu..."
The middle-aged man from Mo's Village wanted to intervene.
"Get lost!" Brother Hu slapped the man from Mo's Village, sending him flying.
"You ignorant fool!"
Brother Hu spat on the ground, and the scar on his face made him look even more menacing.
"Brothers, don't waste time. Let's rush in and grab it! Once we get that thing, the master will reward each of us with an elixir..."
Originally named Hu Shuo, Brother Hu was originally a nobody in the martial world. Seven years ago, he was taken in as a named disciple by the immortal master, Xiao Nan, of the Zhao Kingdom. This kind of named disciple was basically not taught anything and was only taken in for the convenience of conducting some unsavory activities.
Although Hu Shuo's skills were not outstanding, he was quite cunning, which earned the appreciation of Xiao Nan and led to his promotion to the chief disciple. After the fall of the Zhao Kingdom, Hu Shuo and his group surrendered to the immortal master of the Chu Kingdom. Due to their surrender, Hu Shuo had not been given much importance in the past few years. However, thanks to his shrewdness, he soon noticed the Chu Kingdom immortal master's fondness for a few brothels, and he spent a lot of money to buy the favor of the Chu Kingdom immortal master's lovers. Finally, the immortal master took notice of him. Coming to Mo's Village to take the treasure was the first mission Hu Shuo had obtained in these years. It was said that this mission was very important, and it was assigned by the master of the sect where the immortal master used to belong. If he succeeded, he could possibly become the master's right-hand man.
For this reason, Hu Shuo had made a lot of efforts. First, he contacted his old friends, and later, he sent many people to inquire. Finally, two months ago, he learned that the thing was in a place called Mo's Village.
The middle-aged man who was slapped away by Hu Shuo was named Mo Jia Niu. He was a notorious ruffian from Mo's Village who idled his time away and yet aspired to be the village head.
When Hu Shuo found Mo Jia Niu, he was heavily drunk in a small town outside the village. Hu Shuo first pretended to be a drinking companion, drank several bowls of wine with him, and talked about irrelevant topics. In the midst of his drunkenness, Mo Jia Niu inadvertently mentioned his desire to be the village head. Hu Shuo immediately put on the appearance of a loyal friend, and reassured him that he would support him to become the village head.
Although Mo Jia Niu regretted it after sobering up, out of consideration for their "brotherly" relations, he decided to bring Hu Shuo and his group into Mo's Village.
The mountain road to Mo's Village was extremely remote, and without Mo Jia Niu leading the way, Hu Shuo and his men would never have found Mo's Village. After two days of trekking, they finally entered Mo's Village before sunset.
Due to Hu Shuo's caution, after entering the village, they did not rush to take action. Instead, they first inquired about the situation in the village, confirmed that there were no formidable individuals, and then Hu Shuo led his men to the home of Mo Lao Ye, ready to destroy the ancestral home and search for that thing.
"How dare you!! Cough, cough..." a trembling, angry voice came from inside the house.
An elderly man dressed in gray and white clothes, leaning on a crutch, walked out.
The old man was well over eighty years old, with silver hair, and a face covered with wrinkles, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. However, upon seeing the old man, Hu Shuo and his men couldn't help but involuntarily take a step back.
The old man exuded an invisible pressure as his hazy old eyes swept over everyone in the courtyard.
This was a kind of spiritual coercion.
"You... do you court death!" Hu Shuo instinctively touched the steel knife behind his back, but after feeling the cold blade, he steadied himself and then shouted.
"I'm standing here to see who dares to touch the ancestral home." The old man completely ignored Hu Shuo's threats and simply stood there, motionless.
Seeing this, a ferocious glint flashed in Hu Shuo's eyes.
"Guo Er, go and chop off the old man's head for me!" Hu Shuo pulled out the steel knife and clapped the man behind him who was holding a shovel.
Guo Er trembled and took a few steps forward, but quickly stopped. Then he turned back and said, "Master Hu, what if this old guy is a master?"
"Aren't I standing right behind you?" Hu Shuo said and kicked Guo Er's backside.
Unprepared, Guo Er surged forward for several steps and lunged directly at the old man.
"Mercy, grandpa, mercy..." Guo Er threw the shovel to the side and begged for mercy outright.
In his eyes, the old man must be a master, otherwise, how could he dare to face so many of them alone.
The old man leaned on his cane, with his eyes closed, standing there.
"Useless!" Seeing this, Hu Shuo personally drew out his steel knife and walked toward the old man.
Just then, Mo Jia Niu, who had been hiding behind, suddenly rushed forward and hugged Hu Shuo, shouting at the old man, "Ancestor, please leave quickly!! This guy, he will really kill you..."
Mo's Village was originally a family heritage, and most of the people in the village were surnamed Mo, so they were more or less relatives.
"Get out of the way!"
Hu Shuo slapped Mo Jia Niu on the face, breaking one of his front teeth and causing blood to gush from his mouth.
But it seemed that Mo Jia Niu was determined to fight back. He managed to grab Hu Shuo with an incredible strength and refused to let go. To the people of Mo's Village, the old man was not only the village head but also their elder, and he was the most respected person among them. Although Mo Jia Niu usually idled around and was idle, he had genuine respect for the old man, and the old man had helped him many times in the past.
"Ancestor... please leave, Jia Niu is really worthless. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for the people of the village."
*The text seems to be an excerpt from a story or novel. The story appears to be set in ancient times and involves a conflict between the character Hu Shuo and the old man at Mo's Village.*
Hu Shuo also made a fierce move, accumulating ten layers of strength in one palm, and fiercely slapped Mo Jianiu's chest, directly causing a large cavity and blood to gush out.
The old man heard the sound, opened his eyes, and a hint of sigh flashed in his eyes.
"Stop."
When Hu Shuo heard the sound, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes. However, when he turned around, his face still looked ferocious.
"What's this? Old man changed his mind?"
The old man remained silent for a moment and said, "Let him go first."
"Damn, still negotiating with me." Hu Shuo lifted his steel knife again, prepared to strike.
The old man sighed, "Well, well, the things in the ancestral house, I can give them to you, but you must save him first."
Upon hearing this, Hu Shuo put away the steel knife, grabbed Mo Jianiu's collar and threw him to his men who were behind him.
"Get some medicine for his wounds," he said, then turned back to the old man and asked, "Alright, old man, where are the things?"
The old man looked at the unconscious Mo Jianiu, then turned around and walked towards the inner room.
"Come with me."
Hu Shuo was ecstatic upon hearing this, and walked towards the inner room. However, as he raised his foot, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky. Hu Shuo, who had just taken a step, felt as if a huge mountain had crushed down on his shoulders. He involuntarily knelt on the ground.
"This house, you can't enter..."
A voice could clearly be heard by Hu Shuo.