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The instant his feet halted, the entire world seemed to turn silent. The silence was terrifyingly quiet, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"A BMW is a gift to a hero. When Young Master buys this horse, I won't take a single cent!"

He, a businessman, actually wanted to gift this priceless Bao-Ma Liang Colt to Chang Lou. This was shocking, and its value was unimaginable.

"Stop!" What are you humming for! "Let me try one more time!"

As the rich young master spoke, he walked over and stood in front of the two from Chang Lou. His fingers were pressing down on the jeweled sword on his waist and a cold smile hung on the corners of his mouth, it seemed like this young master's face was worth a lot.

"You're even more annoying than the rats in the mountains and the old crows in front of the graves, you unscrupulous trash! Don't you think that your father will beat you to death, you dog that looks at people!"

Without waiting for Chang Lou to speak, the hot-tempered Jiang Siyuan pointed at the rich young master with a murderous look in his eyes and cursed him. He, Jiang Siyuan, hated people who relied on their stinky money, the size of sesame seeds, to bully others, especially those who had no ability to back themselves up.

"Alright!" You already said he's a dog, but now you're trying to lower yourself to his level! "Let's go!" Chang Lou was also angry. He had already decided to endure it. This guy was still pressing on him step by step. If he had nowhere else to retreat to, then was it necessary to give face to a dog that was biting others?

"Brother, you're right. Let the dog bark! We'll buy it for us! " When Jiang Siyuan saw the rich young master, his fierce eyes made the rich young master feel chills down his spine, and he almost peed his pants. He couldn't help but make way for him.

"Consider yourself smart!" Jiang Siyuan gouged out the young and rich boy's heart with his eyes and strode towards the exit. His steps had already crossed the threshold.

Chang Lou could not leave yet, so he ignored the rich young master. Looking at the horse seller who did not want to trade, he respectfully replied, "Such a precious horse is hard to get, how can you give it to someone as you please. Boss should just buy it from a friend!"

Innocent flattery, adultery or theft! It was impossible for Chang Lou to believe that a stranger without any relatives would give him such a big gift. If he did, it would mean that he needed to return the favor! And it would take a lot of effort to get it back.

If he didn't want to take advantage of the situation that he shouldn't have, Chang Lou cupped his hands and bowed, then pretended to walk out.

"Young master must agree!" The horse-seller suddenly knelt to the ground with a plop, his voice full of tears. His voice was sorrowful, but also filled with determination.

"Could it be that the boss wants to sell it forcefully?" Even if you want to sell it forcefully, you don't have to beg so much! "

Chang Lou turned around and looked at the horse seller kneeling on the ground. His heart was very calm.

There were no tears in the martial arts world. Those who believed in tears would have to pay the price with their blood. There was no dignity in the martial arts world. The gold a man paid for it with his life.

He couldn't be moved by a man kneeling down and he couldn't be blindly sympathetic because of a man kneeling down crying. This wasn't ruthlessness, this was rationality!

"This little one's hometown is in a small mountain village in the town of White Sand. Its name is Red Soil Slope, the place rumored to have buried a hundred thousand loyal souls! "A week ago, my brother from the countryside came to tell me that the village often heard the sounds of fighting at night, and that my sister-in-law and that man, who had an affair with each other at midnight, had been divided into many groups. The coroner said that the wound was caused by a military knife …"

After the horse-seller finished speaking, his body couldn't help but tremble, as if he was very afraid of the mysterious matter.

"Oh! Shouldn't he invite a Taoist with a high mastery of magic to have a look at this supernatural occurrence? I don't know how to exorcise ghosts nor do I know how to ward off evil spirits.

After hearing the words of the horse seller, Chang Lou suddenly came to realize something, but at the same time, he began to doubt himself. He didn't wear a robe or carry a horsetail whisk, so he was completely unable to do such a strange thing.

"NO!" Young Master can do it, definitely can! "

The horse seller was very confident in Chang Lou, and insisted that Chang Lou could solve the problem.

With regards to the horse seller's blind confidence in himself, Chang Lou could not help but feel pressured. Capturing ghosts or getting rid of ghosts, such a highly skilled method of doing so was still a little difficult for him.

"What!?" Your Red Earth Slope army soul is causing trouble? "

There was a shout from the door, and Jiang Siyuan appeared again. His hearing was too good. After he went out and turned a corner, he heard something about "Red Soil Slope" and came back. He had lived in the countryside since he was a child, and countless legends about monsters had made his childhood fall into the shadow of being afraid of ghosts. He had seen demons that had killed demons with his own hands before, but he was still very curious and fearful of the formless and traceless specter that often appeared when he was young.

"That's just a way to scare those cowards!" After calming down for a while, the rich young master regained his composure. He once again had that arrogant and domineering air about him. He coldly snorted to express his disdain towards Jiang Siyuan.

"Humph!" Just you wait for laozi, let laozi catch you in front of that evil ghost and let it eat you, you unscrupulous bastard! "

Jiang Siyuan lifted the collar of the rich young master's shirt and held it around his neck like a puppet. He acted as if he were holding a puppet and allowed the rich young master to struggle. He simply could not break free.

The sky was overturned, white clouds roaming around. The alternating blue and white sky was like a big green fish. As dusk approached, it was like the world was displaying a different kind of beauty.

Chang Lou didn't have the heart to admire the changing sky. He was riding a green goat and walking on the winding mountain road. The scenery on both sides was shining under the setting sun, and the magnificent scenery was dazzling.

His four limbs were wrapped in green wool, making him look sturdy and powerful. His little bowl-sized hooves knocked against the rugged mountain rocks, causing them to ring loudly and clearly. The sweet, melodious sound of the ancient wind was also like the joyous wind in the valley.

The green sheep were more than three feet tall and five feet long. Their entire bodies were wrapped in green hair. They moved steadily and quickly, like a ball of green flame. The two horns were blue and translucent like a jade or ice sculpture. There was not a single trace of other colors on them, as if they were a sacred art piece! This pair of horns was extremely sharp. Like a dagger, it easily made a long crack in the thick rock layers. This was its weapon!

Not only was Qingyang handsome, but she was also healthy and slender. She also had bright, human eyes and a cluster of white hair on her forehead like a flame.

Chang Lou was more and more satisfied with Qing Yang's performance. He was not the only one riding Qing Yang. The others were all on foot as they climbed up the steep path. He truly liked this sheep.

After crossing mountains and rivers, they finally reached the red soil slope under their feet.

"Alright!" Ahead was the red soil slope! The three of you take care, I hope the lords can protect this mountain village! "

The horse-seller pointed to his hometown, the village halfway up the hill, and dropped to his knees, kowtowing three times.

The sound of its head hitting the rocks reverberated in the vast wilderness, lingering for a long time.

Down the hill was the red earth slope, the village shrouded in the twilight, the fields deserted, no smoke, the desolate little place.