Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng was silent.

"point!"

"point!"

"point!"

Only a few familiar voices sounded.

He recalled that those were the serfs who had worked with him.

They are the poorest and most miserable in the villa, without any property.

It can be said that there is nothing.

And even his life is not his own, just like him, there is no tomorrow without today.

You may be full today, but tomorrow you may be beaten to death for making mistakes, just like a blind boy.

Now you can divide the land.

With the land, there is no need to work as hard as before, and in the end there is nothing left.

"But can you beat the second young master and the third young master?" the old man said tremblingly.

"There are the most poor people in Zhuangzi. There are tens of thousands of people. There are only a hundred of them."

"But they all know kung fu, they are all masters."

"We also have masters, this blind Guo, no, Guo Daxia is our master." Someone recognized the blind boy.

The former blind man has become a hero.

Wen Rensheng said that people are real animals.

And there was a bark of "Wow" from under his feet, and the dog was turning around, seeming very excited.

He didn't speak, he just wanted to see how far the dog could go.

Then in the eyes of everyone, they saw two words engraved on the stone slab: "There are also."

Everyone understood that this was the divine dog endorsing them.

"We also have masters, let's go divide the land! Rush into the yard of the gentlemen and snatch the land deeds!"

"Masters are almost dead, now Zhuangzi should be the master!"

"Yes, the land is divided, and the house is also divided!"

A few ambitious young men took the opportunity to clamor.

Anyway, it's better to fight for a family than to lose one's life.

Of course, the minds of more people are actually more dirty.

They think very simply.

What kind of land division is obviously impossible to succeed.

What they want is chaos, only when there is chaos can they rob money, food, and women!

Madam's gums can also lie down!

Zhao Han is still naive, how does she know the thoughts of these lowest-level people?

And Wen Rensheng was silent because he knew everything.

But he doesn't say anything because he's just a blind teenager character.

He wants to play his own script well.

Everyone boiled.

"Find a leader." The Hound began to write on the slate again.

"Guo Daxia has great martial arts skills and can be our leader."

"We only obey Guo Daxia."

Wen Rensheng was a little strange. How do these ordinary villagers know how strong they are?

Then he figured it out.

Grandpa Sun.

The man was clamoring behind him.

Good calculation.

Let him lead the villagers to fight desperately with the second young master and the third uncle Lu, and finally the other party cleans up the tragedy.

This once ordinary and somewhat upright person has been blackened by various calculations.

Wen Rensheng shook his head and said nothing.

"Guo Daxia is not our leader, how can we deal with those people?" Several people clamored.

"Yeah yeah!"

A group of people seemed determined to elevate Wenren up.

Wen Rensheng listened to the sounds around him and felt the activity of those people. In the darkness, he somehow felt that he had returned to the era of ordinary people in his previous life.

Loud atmosphere, exciting emotions.

In the darkness, he seemed to see some colors gradually appearing around.

It was crimson.

The color of blood and fire.

Combined with the scan of true qi, a red face appeared on the outline of a person around him.

The eyes are red, the nose is red, the mouth is red, and the face is also red.

The body is gray and white.

He can easily distinguish the head from the body.

In fact, there is no color, and he can still distinguish the head and torso through the outline, but it is a little troublesome.

But it still made him happy to have color.

This means the possibility of restoring vision.

The only difference is that he doesn't see it with his eyes, but with his heart.

This is a 360 degree viewing angle.

At this time, the big dog barked "Wow", and then rowed: "Choose yourself."

Choose by yourself?

What is this?

"What do you mean by choice?"

"What to choose?"

"What do you mean by yourself?"

The villagers talked a lot.

In the end, a few aging clan elders came forward to explain that they were electing virtuous and respected sages like them to be the leaders.

Someone shouted: "You don't have high morals, and you don't hold them in high regard. You are the dogs of the Huan family!"

"Huan's dog!"

Everyone clamored.

Zhao Han felt his face was hot and hot for a moment, she was also a dog at this time.

"We're not talking about Lord God Dog." He responded immediately with a cleverness.

"Wow!" Zhao Han could only forcefully imitate the tiger's voice to calm them down.

Only then did everyone quiet down.

It allows everyone to choose again.

After a long time, the most active ones were selected.

…………

half a day later.

blood and fire.

Screaming and destruction.

"Grab it!"

"Burn!"

"Run!"

Three Ah later, Howling Heights turned into hell.

There was burning, killing, looting, wailing and crying everywhere.

The most stable place is the territory controlled by the second young master and the third uncle.

The Hound stared blankly at all this.

It kindly wants to divide the land and let these poor people live a good life, but they just take advantage of this opportunity to turn it into a robbery.

It whimpered and hid behind the blind young master, unable to bear to watch this scene.

"Stop everything!"

"You robbers!"

The Second Young Master's people couldn't bear it anymore. Although they had already protected the ladies and gentlemen of the family, those fixed wealth could not be taken away in a short time.

Such as expensive furniture, a large amount of cloth, food in the warehouse, and various precious trees...

They sent someone out to stop it.

However, the people they sent out were so weak in front of the crowd who were already eye-catching.

Thousands of people, they only killed a few dozen before being overwhelmed.

The real strong hand, the kind of hero who has been tempered to the sixth floor and killed dozens of people, was not sent out, because he had to save it to deal with Lu Laosan.

"Hahaha, they only have this ability, let me rush!"

These people laughed wildly.

The fear of being dominated by the villa for decades and hundreds of years disappeared at this moment.

They want to vent, vent freely.

No matter how hard you are oppressed on weekdays, how strong your rebound will be at this time.

"Kill these stewards!"

"It's all them, they don't let us eat enough, don't let us dress warmly, only let us marry ugly wives!"

"Take them away..."

The most unlucky ones were the middle and lower managers of the villa. Both the second young master and the third uncle threw them to the rioters to vent.

The old man taming the beast watched this scene with a sneer.

Halfway through, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

These guys ruined everything, how was he going to enjoy it in the future?

Eat, drink, sleep, and sleep, how can someone serve you?

So he also occupied a place with a pack of hounds.

Zhao Han walked around the blind boy, and finally he could only use his paws to write on the slate: "Save the good man."

Then he took the blind boy to rescue people.

Saved a lot of people who were usually decent people.

It's just that when one of the cafeteria aunts wanted to follow, she was kicked out by the blind boy and fell into the mob.

He is a perfectionist and cannot tolerate a grain of sand in front of his eyes.