C122 (1/2)

A moment later, they entered the shallow bay. In front of the shocked eyes of the people on the shallow bay, Fan Mu and the others jumped down from the boat with bright smiles on their faces, like warriors who had returned victorious, waiting to receive the recognition of their guests. However, reality was cruel; what greeted them was not a medal of glory, but a mysterious reprimand.

”What are you guys? Where is my Ah Niu?” An old man with a white beard walked out of the crowd with a cane. He looked at the unfamiliar figures and asked.

On the other hand, Lingyun was as calm as ever, and he did not lose any of his general's grace. However, the moment he opened his mouth, he was caught in a trap. He was really a naive person, so he asked, ”Aren't you guys here to welcome us?”

Looking at the subtle atmosphere around him, Lingyun's eyes were filled with doubt.

The old man's pupils shrank, as if he had already seen the meaning in Lingyun's words, and everyone's emotions changed. One by one, they glared at Fan Mu and the other two like ferocious tigers, and the old man raised his crutch, pointing at Lingyun's nose and asked tremblingly, ”My house... ”Did something happen to Ah Niu?”

With the sudden change in circumstances, Fan Mu hurriedly grabbed the cane and tried to calm the old man down, ”Old sir, don't worry, we will talk properly. We are just passing through this place and have no intention of going against you.

The old man obviously didn't take what he said. He angrily withdrew his walking stick, faced the sky, and berated, ”Don't talk nonsense with me. I was just asking where the flag of the Holy Dragon Battalion came from!”

These villagers should be the family members of the warriors on the ”ghost ship,” and the ”Holy Dragon Battalion of the Emperor of Yu Huang” that they had spoken of had long disappeared. Now that a ship with the same flag had mysteriously appeared, with multiple coincidences superimposing on each other, people couldn't help but have some suspicions that they shouldn't have, at this very moment, been misunderstood by the villagers as robbers who were plundering wealth. It was just that they did not know that the so-called Holy Dragon Battalion of Yu Emperor had long been attacked by unknown forces and turned into a pile of bones, forever sleeping in this river.

Looking at the vicious and constantly restless figures of the people around them, the three of them could not help but become anxious. It seemed that if they did not explain clearly, the other party could simply rely on their numbers to keep the three of them here, and it was hard to say just how long they would stay there. If another blue rank expert were to appear, it was likely that they would not be able to escape.

”Cough cough, this old man has counted to three. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, don't blame me for being ruthless.” The white-bearded old man held his walking stick, his hands trembling.

”Slow down, sir. Don't be anxious. Listen to our explanation.” As the situation was changing to its worst, Fan Mu hastily stopped the old man's timer, and explained anxiously. His forehead was already soaked with sweat, and after a moment of mental struggle, Fan Mu had decided to inform the villagers of this grievous news, to comfort the souls of those who had been killed by cruel means.

But just as the old man put down his scepter and was about to 'listen attentively', Cheng Ya Jin suddenly shouted. A furious roar came from the crowd and scolded Fan Mu and the other two, ”Did you kids think I was blind? If you have something to fart, then fart. It's been a long time since we last talked ink. What kind of story are you making up to fool us? ”