On the land of China.

A huge black shadow quickly passed through the clouds, and a figure was sitting on it at this moment.

"Yuhan swallowed the Wanshou Pill, I am afraid it will take a few days to completely refine it."

Ye Chen sat on the Jiu Diaoluan, looked at the mountains and rivers and the earth passing by below, and muttered: "Now, you might as well take advantage of this time to find a very gloomy place for Lin Tai."

Lin Tai was loyal to him, died for him, and even followed him if he was willing to turn to ghost repair, so how could he be indifferent.

Jiudiaoluan uttered: "Master, if you go further south, you will cross the border of China..."

Now it has also entered the stage of refining vacuity, and his heart is very respectful to Ye Chen. He is very clear that if it were not for Ye Chen, I am afraid that he is still showing the door to others.

"what?"

Ye Chen's consciousness swept the ground and suddenly frowned.

Because near the border, there seemed to be a fight, and there was a faint familiar aura in it.

"Go down and take a look."

Ye Chen gave an order, and the Jiu Diaoluan immediately spread its wings and rushed towards the ground, like a thunder landing.

The closer he got, the stronger the aura became. In the end, Ye Chen's heart trembled slightly: "Lao Niu?!!!"

...

It was a village less than 50 kilometers away from the border of Myanmar, but at this moment it was full of blood and intense fire.

Countless people and horses dressed in uniform set fires everywhere, and there were many wolves in search of the mountains behind the village.

At the foot of the mountain, a military car was tightly guarded by many people with real guns.

In that car, a middle-aged man with a white complexion was holding a telescope and observing the mountains in the distance: "You must find that kid for me, to see people alive, and a corpse to die."

"Even to level this mountain!"

"Yes!"

There was a firm voice within the walkie-talkie.

And in the depths of the big mountain, in a natural cave, the light is dim, and only tiny water droplets fall from under the rock wall from time to time.

On the ground, there was a scalper lying at the moment. The scalper was very old and seemed to be dying.

If you look closely, you will find blood slowly flowing out of its abdomen.

In front of the scalper, there was a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old. The boy had a pale face, chapped lips, and his clothes were torn and rotten.

While holding the dripping water droplets in his hand, the boy lowered his head and turned to look at the scalper behind him: "Scalper, are you okay?"

However, the scalpers were motionless, as if they were not breathing.

The boy trembled, squatted down and hugged the scalper, tears flowed out: "Scalper, you can't die, you can't die."

He has never been so sad.

The boy's name is Qing Shan. He was born in a small mountain village near the border of Myanmar in southern Yunnan. His parents had died since childhood and he was raised by his second uncle's family.

Not only did the second uncle not regard him as a nephew, but instead let him do all kinds of farm work, let alone let him go to school.

Therefore, Qing Shan has been very sensible since he was a child, and has always been submissive, until he was almost adult when his second uncle was caught smoking a big cigarette.

From then on, he was the only one left to live on his own. One day in the middle of the night, he heard a bull cry from outside the house.

Qing Shan pretended to have the courage to open the door, only to find a scalper standing outside the door.

The scalper is very old, and almost all of its teeth have fallen off. It seems that it has gone a long way, and the hooves of its limbs have been worn out with shocking blood.

He will never forget the moment when the scalper saw him, he screamed extremely happily, as if he had seen an acquaintance, gently arching him with a pair of horns.

At first Qing Shan thought it was the cattle from the village that ran out. After questioning from house to house, he found that there was no case of cattle missing.

In addition, the scalpers could not be driven away, so he had to let the scalpers stay in his home, relying on each other.

Although the scalper is old, he is very smart and diligent. Every time he grows crops, he does not need to open his mouth, so he takes the initiative to put plows on himself and plow the soil.

Unexpectedly, just three days ago, a group of Burmese mercenaries broke into the village, seemingly searching for something, and killing many people.

Only Qingshan rode a scalper to escape into the back mountain, and finally hid in this slightly narrow natural cave.

"Scalper, wake up, wake up..."

Qing Shan shook the scalper's body violently, and said in tears: "I promised to take you to the city for a look, you can't die!"

The scalper twitched his body, seemed to regain a sense of consciousness, opened his eyes and looked at him unwillingly.

"the host……"

This is the first time it has spoken.

However, Qingshan was so scared that he sat on the ground, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Master, don't be afraid..."

The scalper vomited, very weak: "I'm dead, you can take my skin off and put it on your body, you can save your life."

"Do not……"

Regardless of fear, Qing Shan held its neck tightly and cried: "I don't allow you to die, I don't allow you to die..."

At this moment, he didn't know why he was so sad, as if the person in front of him was not a cow, but an old friend for many years was about to pass away.

"There is a sound in it!"

Suddenly, there was a cry of exclamation outside, and then rustling footsteps came quickly.

"No, they found us."

Qing Shan's expression changed, and he was very scared.

The scalper roared vigorously, seeming to struggle to get up and take Qingshan away, but to no avail.

It now lives more than seventy years old.

It's old!

In addition, when he fleeed with Qingshan before, he was hit by a bullet, and the flow of blood accelerated its end of life.

To recruit, a tall, black-faced man walked to the entrance of the cave, looked at Qing Shan and sneered: "So your kid is hiding here!"

"Tell my lord, I found someone!"

He turned around and said something, then looked at one person and one cow with a grim expression: "Boy, are you coming out by yourself, or are we coming in to catch you?"

Qing Shan's complexion was pale.

The scalpers neighed, seemingly unwilling.

The black-faced man commanded without looking back: "Come in, a thin man, go in and catch that kid for me!"

After speaking, there was no movement. He looked back subconsciously and saw a black-haired young man staring at him blankly.

And the dozen or so subordinates that he had brought all lay on the ground, their eyes wide-open, as if they had experienced some fear before they died.

The black-faced man subconsciously wanted to draw a gun.

"what!"

The next moment, he screamed, an arm burst open, and blood splashed on his face.

Regardless of the pain, he looked at the black-haired young man in horror: "You...Who are you?"

"boom!"

Ye Chen reached out with one hand and took it in his hand. With force, his arm was directly obliterated.

After witnessing all this, the green mountain inside the cave looked terrified.

He couldn't understand that those robbers who killed people in his eyes would be so vulnerable in front of this young man.