Mu Heluo reburied his father's grave alone, but he knew that this matter was not over yet.

Outside the customs, everyone knows that yellow skins are arrogant and evil. If you mess with them in one generation, they will hate you for three generations.

If my guess is correct, they will come again tonight.

I had heard earlier that a hunter in the Gala River area accidentally killed a yellow-skinned man.

Later, after the hunter died, his grave was buried nine times. In other words, those yellow men made trouble nine times before finally allowing the hunter to be laid to rest.

The wood calmly returned to the cellar.

As soon as Lao Gangzi Tou died, the people of the Mu Gang were dissatisfied. Several people were packing their bedrolls and preparing to go back. A few others were also preparing to defect to other Mu Gangs.

The best friends of Lao Wangtou and Gangzitou saw that Gangzitou's body was still cold and they were about to disperse. They couldn't help but cursed: "Times have changed, people's hearts are as thin as paper, right? Old Gangzitou just now

One day after he was buried, you all started arguing and disbanded? Your conscience has been eaten by dogs? Erzhu, let me talk about you first. You are a foreigner. At first, you wanted no house, no house, no land. If Gangzitou hadn't arranged for you, how would you have done that winter?

I'll freeze to death. And Lao Wai, that year when I rolled down the mountain, I had to carry the pole back to you in thigh-deep snow. Have you all fucking forgotten?"

Lao Yang also said at the side: "We old forest people are most particular about truth. Let me tell you, you have indeed gone too far. No matter what, we have to burn the head of Lao Gangzi seven times. You can leave now.

Is it a bit like that or something..."

"Lao Wang, Lao Yang, we don't have to leave. Now that the leader is gone, we don't have anyone to take the lead."

"That's right, we can't forget our past kindness, but we have to make money to live."

"I would rather stay, but now that the Great Immortal has made trouble, we can't do this job. What if it's our turn again one day?"

At this time, the mute suddenly slapped the table and stood up, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and started babbling angrily.

Lao Wang sighed and muttered: "Mute, please stop making noises. That great immortal is so easy to deal with? Go ahead and make a pot of pimple soup for Mu Mu. He came back from the cemetery early in the morning and hasn't eaten yet."

"No need!"

Mu Mu, who had been silent at this time, stood up and said loudly: "Listen to me, everyone, give me seven days, and I will definitely handle my father's affairs. The Coffin Liang Zimu Gang cannot be disbanded. Without Gangzitou, I

Come and carry it, I will carry it if you are short of food and clothing, and all the work will be borne by me. In a word, Liang Zimu will have the final say for me from now on, and he will never open a mountain to worship the mountain god."

Having said this, Mu Mu glanced at the crowd and said: "Now, if you still want to leave, come to me and get three days' salary. If you don't want to leave, you can eat and sleep."

Lao Wang hurriedly asked: "Eat and sleep? Don't you want to work?"

"Don't do it. Didn't I say, give me seven days. You can do whatever you want during these seven days, and the working hours will be paid!" Mumu said coldly: "I'm going out for a trip today and I'll be back later."

Everyone looked at the boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and it seemed that overnight he had become an upright young man. He originally planned to leave, but for some reason, he put down the quilt because in the eyes of this child, they

I saw what Old Gangzitou looked like when he was young.

No, it seems that there is a bit of fierceness in the calmness.

Mu Mu took Mute and drove the tractor out of the mountain, and went to the agricultural marketing station outside the mountain to buy four bags of aged fertilizer. He also went to the town to replenish the diesel fuel for Mu Gang, and came back near the afternoon. After returning,

He and the mute kept fussing around in the warehouse. No one knew what he was doing. Anyway, before evening, there were dozens of palm-sized kraft paper bags in the warehouse.

Lao Wai went to the warehouse and secretly told everyone that there was a strong smell of nitrate in the warehouse, and the words ammonium nitrate fertilizer were written on the pockets on the floor. In those days, all the firecrackers in the mountains were organized by the village itself. As everyone knows, this

Wooden boy, this is a piece of dynamite.

Erzhuzi also muttered: "This wood is in a hurry. I just saw that he took out the old cannon barrel that was owned by Lao Gangzitou and polished it shiny. When he came back from outside today, he also had an extra iron crossbow.

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After hearing this, three or four people didn't even eat dinner, so they quietly picked up their luggage and left.

The remaining dozen or so people were also a little distraught.

We all understood that what Mu Mu said to wait for seven days turned out to be a fight with Mr. Huang.

Doesn’t this cost your life?

A man who relies on a mountain to earn a living can fight against Mr. Huang. How can he survive this?

But the mute threw the bowl on the table, pointed at everyone's crotches with a kitchen knife, and left in disdain.

Lao Wang smiled bitterly and said: "The mute is scolding us for not having a crotch! That's right, we are not afraid of a child, so what are we afraid of!"

Everyone thought that since Mu Mu wanted to take revenge, he would definitely pull everyone together to do it.

Unexpectedly, after dinner, he just put on his canvas bag, put on his otter fur hat, and went out alone, carrying his gun and crossbow.

Mu Mu first rubbed himself with dried mugwort, so that he could get rid of his strange smell. Huang Pizi's nose was very good, otherwise it would be easy to smell that he was around. He took advantage of it before it was completely dark.

, he chose the best shooting position around his father’s graveyard and lay down for two hours. The distance was twenty or thirty meters. For him who grew up in the mountains, he could shoot wherever he wanted!

Sure enough, as soon as the moon rose, seven or eight weasels came chirping.

Like children, they kicked up their hind legs, raised their front legs and walked on tiptoes. Then they circled the tomb twice, deliberately walked to the tombstone, and all peed on it.

At this time, Mu Mu first set up his crossbow, aimed it at the yellow-skinned animal standing on top of the tomb, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The sound of the iron crossbow was not loud, and the crossbow arrow accurately penetrated the yellow-skinned creature's head.

The rhubarb skin rolled down from the grave bag, and the remaining few flocked around. But they were used to being arrogant and did not leave. Instead, they stared around and looked around, screaming wildly.

, looking like a clamor.

Taking his time, the wood was replaced with the old shotgun barrel, and with the dead yellow leather as the bullseye, he fired the most fatal shot.

A bunch of yellow-skinned ones were killed instantly. Only the one near the edge was still alive after being shot in the bloody thigh.

In fact, this was a life that Mu Mu deliberately left alive. He had to leave one alive to report back, because he also wanted to play with a bigger one.

Mu Mu walked over and watched Huang Pizi struggling and staggering away. Instead of chasing him, he skinned the dead Huang Pizi one by one in front of Huang Pizi and hung them on the branches.

As for the remaining corpse of Huang Pizi, of course he took out an ax and chopped it into pieces right in front of his father's grave.
Chapter completed!