Hu Guiyang actually should have seen through it. That night, the gods returned and changed their minds and taught him fingering. But Hu Guiyang wanted to learn how to manipulate "lingmiao" so much that he ignored this obvious flaw.

"Who are you?" Hu Guiyang's heart was filled with doubts. He had no other weapons except a receiver and a dagger in his hand. The dagger was useless, so he had to quietly open the receiver and put his fingers in, ready to go.

"You get what you want, why bother who I am?"

Based on the shadow and voice, Hu Guiyang found the other party's position, "Of course I care, you are...who are you?"

"You have more than one day to treat this as part of your practice..."

Hu Guiyang pressed the shrapnel gently with his fingers. It was indeed a new receiver. There was no sound, only a slight tremor from his fingertips. Then there was a whoosh, something flew out and then turned back into the box.

"Okay, this is the beginning, but there is no blood yet." The fake immortal was prepared and avoided the attack, and even his figure disappeared.

Hu Guiyang walked around the place and could no longer find the target. "I know what a million you are. Even if you change your voice, I can recognize it..."

No matter who the fake is, he never appears again.

Hu Guiyang had more doubts in his heart. Who was the original god? Why did he teach him the magic of heaven? Is this fake god a million? Why did he teach the techniques in advance? Why did he kill seven people? Where did the real god go? Why didn't he appear again?

Gradually, Hu Guiyang had a general idea.

He took off the receiver, threw it on the bed, ran out of the room, followed the path to the cable bridge, and shouted to the opposite side: "Gao Xiaoliu! Gao Xiaoliu!"

After shouting seven or eight times, an unhappy voice finally came from the opposite side, "What are you doing? It's...it's midnight now!"

"Someone wants to kill you!"

The opposite side was silent for a while, and then asked, "Who?"

"He Baiwan, the children of Wen family... They may pretend to be me and want to kill seven people in the village. No, no, there may be more than seven. That's just a pretentious thing. They will slaughter the village and then blame me. You must be careful."

The opposite side was silent for a while, "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, really, I...I..." Hu Guiyang didn't know what to say.

"Okay, I understand. Isn't it just that someone wants to slaughter the village? I will notify the patriarch tomorrow and don't bother everyone today. I'm going to go to bed. My dreams have been interrupted by you."

Gao Xiaoliu went back to the house, obviously not taking Hu Guiyang's reminder seriously.

Hu Guiyang stood blankly for a while, turned around and ran into the room. After entering the room, he went to the bed and touched the receiver left by the fake god.

"Yinhong? What a bullshit name." Hu Guiyang held it in his hand, intending to use it to prove to Gao Xiaoliu that a disaster was really coming.

After leaving the house, he realized that this trick was useless. Even if he showed the powerful power of the receiver, it would not prove that someone wanted to slaughter the village, and would just lead the charge to him afterwards.

The villagers would not believe his warning, because in the eyes of the villagers, they had no enemies and Gao Hanying's protection, how could they inexplicably lead to death?

"I'm the only reason." Hu Guiyang murmured, and this was exactly where he could not explain to outsiders.

Hu Guiyang really wanted to destroy the receiver in his hand, but in the end he held it back. It would be useless to destroy it, but instead he would lose his only weapon and only counterattack.

"I have to escape." Hu Guiyang came up with another plan, but looking at the continuous mountains, he found that it was still useless. Even during the day, he would be lost in the mountains, without any effect on the false gods who killed someone and blamed him.

"Why must it be me?" Hu Guiyang asked the void loudly. This was the second time. He Baiwan and his group seemed to have to shape him into a demon or a god.

There is no answer except mountain wind.

Hu Guiyang sat on the grass and whispered to himself: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, you have to think of a way, think of a way..."

The solution is not something that can be achieved by thinking about it. Hu Guiyang was detained for nearly a month, practicing martial arts in a strange way every day, learning the magic of heaven, and he had a receiver in his hand, and he refused to give in to Gao Hanying... After many things got together, even Hu Guiyang felt that he was suspected of "slaughtering the village".

It was dawn, and Hu Guiyang was kicked up and found that he had lie on the grass and slept for a night.

There is no way, saving people is not as attractive as practicing martial arts. Hu Guiyang can study the receiver all night, but he can't keep sleeping and thinking about how to save people.

Gao Xiaoliu looked at Hu Guiyang with some concern, "You have been sleeping here all night?"

Hu Guiyang got up and said, "Did you tell the villagers?"

"Uh... I told you."

"Don't everyone believe it?"

Gao Xiaoliu smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, Hu Guiyang, you don't want to compete with the general. Just say it clearly, it's not embarrassing. There are so many men in the village, and none of them dare to compete with the general."

Hu Guiyang was stunned and then realized that Gao Xiaoliu thought he was pretending to be crazy to avoid competing with Gao Hanying.

Hu Guiyang saw the planks and said, "Take me to see the patriarch."

"That's not possible." Gao Xiaoliu hurriedly blocked the bridge, "The general has issued a strict order and you are not allowed to leave a step. Hu Guiyang, I'm not good to you, you can't harm me."

"Let the patriarch come to see me." Hu Guiyang did not force himself. He knew that the more crazy he seemed, the less he could not escape the crime afterwards.

"This... I have to go back and ask, and the patriarch must also listen to the general. I can't say that I will meet you."

"Your general is coming back. I'll talk to the patriarch about the competition, right?"

"Okay." Gao Xiaoliu put down the basket, "I'll ask, it may not be possible."

Gao Xiaoliu took away all the wooden boards on the bridge.

"Before dark, please come here no matter what," Hu Guiyang said loudly.

Gao Xiaoliu put the wooden board back into the small room, waved to Hu Guiyang, and turned around and left.

When things came to this point, Hu Guiyang could no longer think of any other way, so he simply carried the basket back into the house and had enough food first.

After the meal, Hu Guiyang took out the receiver and "Yinhong" and looked around. Suddenly put it down. He walked to the door and looked at the cable bridge. No one came. He walked back to the table, picked up the receiver again, and after unlocking it, he put four fingers in.

He had to take a look at what this was. He used it once last night and didn't see anything clearly at that time.

The cold light flashed and returned. Hu Guiyang was very skillful in manipulating it, but he didn't see clearly what was flying out, but compared with "Lingmiao", it was obviously bigger.

He tried again, this time he aimed at the window lattice.

A cold light flashed and accurately hit the target. The power of "Yinhong" was indeed much greater. The moment he hit the window frame, Hu Guiyang had to use all his strength to ensure that the receiver would not be pulled over.

When the cold light returned to the box, Hu Guiyang saw it clearly. It was a small sword about two inches long. He suddenly realized that there must have been a small sword at the end of "Lingmiao", but it was removed, so the power was greatly reduced.

Hu Guiyang walked to the window and saw a deep hole on the window frame. With such power, if it hits the throat, the heart and mouth, it will be enough to kill people.

The receiver in the hands of the fake god will only be more powerful.

Hu Guiyang put down the receiver and sat on the stool in a daze until a cough came from behind him.

An old man came at some point, standing at the door, hesitating whether to come in.

The old man had no fairy style at all, nor did he have the posture of a clan. He had short clothes and long trousers, his hair was casually tied into a bun, and he had a stick of wooden hairpin. His skin was dark, and he looked like a weather-beaten farmer.

"Please come in." Hu Guiyang hurriedly stood up, "Are you the patriarch?"

The old man smiled and nodded, feeling a little embarrassed, rubbed his feet outside the door twice, and said, "Please come out and talk."

Hu Guiyang then remembered that this house was exclusive to Gao Hanying. The young minions had no taboos, but the old patriarch felt that it was not suitable to enter the house.

The weather outside is quite good, green, and there is no sign of blood disaster.

After Hu Guiyang left the house, he bowed to the old patriarch and said, "What do you call me?"

"My surname is Gao."

Most of the people in the village had a surname Gao, so Hu Guiyang had no choice but to say, "It turns out to be the leader of the Gao clan."

"I dare not be a clan leader, don't call me the clan leader, everyone calls me..." The clan leader scratched his head.

The leader Gao Xiaoliu who came to the scene continued, "Third Master, General Gao also called that."

"Officer Hu is a guest, just call me..."

"The Third Master." Hu Guiyang bowed again, "I have been here for many days and have never met you. I hope you can forgive me."

"I dare not, don't dare." The patriarch waved his hands repeatedly, "That...we... are so sorry. Hanying has a bad temper and even the villagers can't control her, so I can't do it either."

Hu Guiyang smiled and said, "I have wine and meat here, but I have never been treated unfairly, and I have wasted a lot of food in the village."

"It's not intrusive, it's not intrusive." The clan leader smiled all over his face, still looking a little nervous.

Hu Guiyang put away his smile, "I don't know what to say, just ask you to believe me. The village is really dangerous, you must be careful."

The patriarch glanced at Gao Xiaoliu, who looked helpless next to him, and smiled and said, "I understand, I will arrange more people to guard the entrances and exits. It will be fine when Hanying comes back. She will be back soon, and it should be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Tonight is the deadline given by the fake god, but Hu Guiyang cannot act too anxious to avoid being regarded as a madman. "In addition to General Gao, how many masters are there in the village?"

"Master?"

"The kind of master who can use swords and fight."

"No more, except Hanying, there is not a single one. We are just a small village. Farming and hunting are our own business. We never fight when fighting, and we have a good relationship with other villages."

Gao Xiaoliu said in a flash: "But we are not afraid of fighting. Dozens of young men, even if the officers and soldiers come, we are not afraid."

"Go, talk nonsense." The patriarch scolded the arrogant younger generation, and then smiled at Hu Guiyang, "We never cause trouble, let alone provoke officers and soldiers, just Hanying... But she promised that she would never lead officers and soldiers here. Hu Guanren is an exception, she said..."

"Don't worry, I won't lead officers and soldiers. The grudge between me and General Gao can be resolved by myself."

"Okay, you guys solve it yourself." The patriarch was very happy.

"Apart from dozens of young people, there is no one in the village who can fight?"

"No, really no." The patriarch spread his hands and said confidently.

Gao Xiaoliu shook his fists, "Then we are not easy to mess with either."

Hu Guiyang nodded, took out a dagger from his arms and put it on the patriarch's neck, "Since that's the case, I'm not polite."

The patriarch and Gao Xiaoliu were stunned.
Chapter completed!