Zhou Yang adheres to the jungle principle. If you don’t feel happy, you won’t pee your pot. If you want to get on the stand, you will come. You never beat around the bush and go straight.

The goatee obviously had never seen a young man of Zhou Yang's style, but he also had a temper. After being ridiculed by Zhou Yang again and again, he finally couldn't help but the anger in his heart. He suddenly pulled out a bright dagger from behind. He shouted sternly: "If you don't want to die, please return the money to me quickly. Also, the formula of water will be told to me in its original form, otherwise...huhhhh."

The goatee said this with a grim smile. Even though he showed his fierceness, Zhou Yang couldn't help but shrugging and laughing, and said with a sarcastic look on his face: "Do you think you can dominate everything with a dagger? Don't you know that there is no possibility that a rabbit will spit it out after entering the tiger's stomach? It's ridiculous."

Zhou Yang was so condescending, just like a tiger at the top of the food chain despising the bed bugs and wild dogs at the bottom. His disdain and contempt deeply hurt the dignity of the goatee. He gritted his teeth, and his head was full of hatred for Zhou Yang. Under the control of this hatred, he didn't care about anything else. He squeezed the dagger with his right hand and stabbed Zhou Yang's lower abdomen straight.

The goat beard stabbed with a dagger, and Zhou Yang suddenly tilted backwards, avoiding this fierce stab with an incredible arc, and then bounced forward quickly with his left foot as the center of gravity, pinching his right hand into a seal shape, and stabbing his head like a mantis like a knife... Bang!

It seemed to be a little tricky, and the aftermath in the goatbeard's head echoed in waves. His feet trembled suddenly due to the stagnation of thinking, and his center of gravity staggered and staggered on the ground.

A mantis swung his sword and knocked the goat beard to the ground, so it was so easy that it could not be easier. This kind of thing is even worse than the hare in the jungle. The hare can at least consume Zhou Yang's physical strength through tireless running.

After knocking down the goatie, Yang Mo did not stop, but walked to the center of the pavilion, grabbed the glass jar and lifted it over, forcibly pierced the goatie's mouth, and kept pouring wine into it. After the few remaining wines were filled, Zhou Yang simply smashed the glass jar, grabbed the mixed centipedes and scorpions and stuffed them into his mouth. If he couldn't stuff it in, he would use a wooden stick to pound it.

After about ten minutes of work, the goatbeard cried and screamed. If Zhou Yang hadn't been afraid of attracting some unnecessary onlookers, he would have to stuff all the jar into the goatbeard's stomach.

After Zhou Yang let go of his hand, the toxicity had already occurred. The goatee immediately covered his stomach and kept rolling. The pain made him twitch all over and he was in pain.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang sneered and said disdainfully: "Do you know what it means to suffer from bad consequences? You are now."

As he said that, he lifted his legs and walked out with the pride of the winner, with his head high and rolling in pain. The goatee quickly crawled over and grabbed Zhou Yang's calves, begging for mercy, "Little brother, I know I'm wrong, I will repent. Can you give me some water to drink? I'm really in pain. I still have an old mother in my family, and there are hungry children underneath."

The goatee was extremely miserable, but Zhou Yang did not have any sympathy. He had seen a more miserable wolf howl in the jungle. It was because of his sympathy that he let the wolf with his legs broken by a clip, which later attracted the siege of the wolf pack and almost died there. Since then, no matter how miserable the thing screamed in front of him, he would not feel any sympathy, because he knew that kindness to the enemy was cruel to himself.

Therefore, Zhou Yang ignored his begging for mercy and kicked him aside, said coldly: "I will suffer for myself, and I will do my best." Then he walked away quickly.

After walking away, Zhou Yang ordered some money he had plundered from Goatwatch, which was nearly 1,500 yuan, which was enough for him to eat for a month. It was only the end of July, which means that this little money could only support him to eat for a month, and it would take him about half a month to get a job. In addition, it would take more than a month to get a salary, which means... it was still short of money.

Zhou Yang was not very worried about the dilemma of having no money. He felt that his poison skills were enough to support him.

After having supper in a small shop on the side of the road, he returned to the old house. When he returned to the old house, the sky had just dimmed, but Zhou Yang was already a little yawning. He was used to going to bed early and getting up early in the jungle, working and going in and resting in the sun. This life pattern has been maintained for five years.

Not long after lying in bed, Zhou Yang was completely dead like a dead person, and in fact he didn't even have a heartbeat. Zhou Yang didn't know why, but his master, the old drunkard, could not explain it. What's even more strange is that although Zhou Yang could not breathe or have no heartbeat after sleeping, he could feel something in his heart moving, as if he was about to break the constraints of his heart. Whenever the venom of a ferocious poison came in, the beating of the heart became stronger at night. Tonight, it was beating stronger than any previous time. It vaguely felt like it was about to break the constraints of his heart, and Zhou Yang even felt a crack.

The long night was endlessly rushing, and at night, I still couldn't break through the cage, but at least I saw a glimmer of hope. It seems that yesterday's venom of the silver-wire centipede made his accumulation over the past five years from quantitative change to qualitative change.

When it was dawn, Zhou Yang turned over and got up. After getting up, he started the poisonous fist handed over to him by the old alcoholic. This poisonous fist is said to be a peerless kung fu inherited by the master. Zhou Yang didn't feel the peerless kung fu at all. He practiced for five years and didn't even feel the so-called sense of qi written in the novel, let alone internal strength. But this set of boxing is still very practical, after all, it is all fatal killing moves. Moreover, after practicing for a long time, it will be very helpful to muscle control.

Drink! Ha! Drink! Ha!

Zhou Yang didn't know why the old drunkard emphasized that he had to scream loudly when practicing boxing. The old drunkard just told him that this was a method of practicing Qi. He didn't think so at first, but after practicing until the third and fourth year, he found that the qi and meridians were really long, and he could hold his breath in the water for more than ten minutes without moving. And it seemed that the strength of the fist would be much greater when he was shouting, so he persisted.

After punching, Zhou Yang felt refreshed. At this time, the sun also poked his head out of the horizon, and it was a little cute with redness.

Taking advantage of the cool early morning, Zhou Yang fed the blood-soul red scorpion and the silver-wire centipede and went out for breakfast. When he walked to the entrance of the alley, he ran into the old man yesterday again. When he saw Zhou Yang coming out with a red face, he was very surprised and took Zhou Yang's hand and asked with concern: "Young man, did you not meet a ghost yesterday?"

When the old man mentioned this again, Zhou Yang suddenly seemed to understand something. If he was not mistaken, the dozen people who died in the past few years should have been poisoned by the Silver Centipede. The Silver Centipede regarded the house as its territory. If outsiders enter it, they will definitely attack it. It is toxic and will not leave any obvious wounds. In addition, its venom directly destroys the heart, and the autopsy may not be able to detect anything, so over time, it was rumored to be a ghost.

After thinking about this section, Zhou Yang nodded and said, "Yes, but all the ghosts were subdued by me."

"You're surrendered?" The old man looked surprised and asked, "Can you still be a ghost-catching master?"

"You can say that." Zhou Yang squeezed a smile and didn't want to continue chatting with the old man, so he said 'goodbye' and ran to have breakfast.

After breakfast, Zhou Yang decided to stroll around and find some ways to make money. He wandered around all morning, and the recruitment information was everywhere on the street, but either he looked down on it or lacked education.

What should I do? Will I really go back to that home in shame if I have no money?

Zhou Yang muttered, a little disappointed.

Just when Zhou Yang felt a little disappointed, a hoarse cry suddenly came from behind his ears, "Robbery! Stop him, he robbed my bag!".

When Zhou Yang heard this shout, he subconsciously went to look for the robbers, while the people in front of him were afraid of avoiding it, fearing that they would get involved in trouble. Seeing this, Zhou Yang couldn't help but frown and muttered in his heart: Why don't these people even have the courage to fight against evil? Didn't it mean that evil cannot defeat justice?

As soon as Zhou Yang murmured, he saw a man in a leather jacket running over with a lady’s bag. While running, he shouted unrestrainedly: “Get out of here, if you don’t want to die, get out of here.”

Arrogant!

Zhou Yang recited silently and rushed towards him. When the man in the leather jacket saw Zhou Yang rushing towards him, he was stunned at first, and then he thought Zhou Yang was a plainclothes policeman. He was about to change direction and run to the other side, and Zhou Yang had already jumped and threw him to the ground. Just as he was about to resist, Zhou Yang hit him in the head with a heavy punch and fainted on the spot.

Seeing that Zhou Yang subdued the robbers, the onlookers who were avoiding each other quickly surrounded him and offered advice: "Oh, nothing happened, right? Call 120 quickly." "You should call the police first, and let the police come over and convict first!" "I think I should take a photo first, otherwise there will be no evidence." "..."

These people quarreled and made Zhou Yang feel really upset and couldn't help but say sarcastically: "Jie Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe Zhe

Zhou Yang said this and the onlookers subconsciously closed their mouths. They were indeed not qualified to point fingers here.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman who was robbed ran over panting. When she saw the robber robbing her bag, she came over to thank Zhou Yang repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, this is the life-saving money for my daughter's surgery. Fortunately, you helped him catch him, otherwise my family would be ruined."

The middle-aged woman could not help but secretly wiped her tears as she spoke.

After hearing her words, Zhou Yang was so angry that he kicked the robber on the ground again, robbing the money for helping others. He should have been cut into pieces. After kicking them twice, Zhou Yang said to the spectators around him: "Whoever calls the police? This guy must be sent to the prison for several years."

"I have called the police." Someone immediately replied.

At this time, the middle-aged woman suddenly looked Zhou Yang seriously, and then exclaimed: "Big Master? Are you the eldest master?"

"Huh?" Zhou Yang heard this familiar title again and couldn't help but frown. He looked at the middle-aged woman with tears on her face. He felt that she was very familiar, but couldn't call her name.

"Master, I am Aunt Wu."

Aunt Wu?

Zhou Yang reminded me this time and immediately recalled that this was one of the nannies in the family. Zhou Yang did not have a deep impression of her. After all, there were too many nannies, and she didn't expect that she would still remember herself so much.

"Master, when did you come back? Why didn't you see you coming home? Master often talks about you." Aunt Wu said respectfully, with a clear grasp of the order of rank and inferiority. The spectators around him were a little surprised: Is this filming? Why are there people in this era called Master?

This is really not filming. In that family, all orders are handled according to ancient rules. After all, it is an ancient family that claims to be 800 years old. How can it demonstrate its cultural heritage without making some red tape?
Chapter completed!