w "Our ancestors came here and created this village, but we are not the only one here." Little Abel said, with an indescribable smell in his eyes, perhaps sadness, resentment, and unwillingness. Fang Xian could even feel his slight dissatisfaction with his ancestors.

"Fang, you know, since you can come here, everyone else can come. They are living here, also learning the wisdom of their ancestors under the foundation of their ancestors' green grass, but their hearts are so dirty." Abel's eyes became cold, "They stole the wisdom of their ancestors and claimed that they were the village created by their own ancestors, and began to exclude and hostile to us, wanting to establish their own status by destroying us."

Fang Xian heard this and expressed his doubts.

"Maybe they will say that too, how do you prove that you are right?"

Abel smiled, that knowing smile.

"Fang, I don't need to prove it, and we don't need to think of anyone. We know, we firmly believe it." Abel glanced at the entire investigation team, "Fang, if you don't understand us, you will never understand it. This is not only a matter of faith, but also a kind of vicissitudes that you will never understand. We were expelled and slaughtered. Our compatriots were scattered throughout Europe, forbidden from owning land, being officials, and living an unimaginable life of discrimination."

"I know this." Fang Xian replied.

"No, you just know that one plus one equals two, but you don't know how they add together." Abel Little smiled faintly, "You can't imagine our suffering and determination. Under the oppression of almost the whole of Europe, we are getting stronger and stronger, and through continuous efforts to gain social status, money and everything."

"Even though, we returned here, which should have been our place." Abel lamented, "But years have passed. This place has become so vicissitudes and so complex, for various reasons. The white-clothed people and... are already deeply rooted here. We cannot expel them, so we can only follow the rules that the village has been established for thousands of years. We each live in our own areas."

"The village of peace..." Fang Xian smiled hoarsely, "It seems that this peace is only in the village."

"Yes, you know much more than I imagined." Little Abel looked at the black desert, "The battle has never stopped for thousands of years. Before killing all the last heresy, we will always face each other."

Fang Xian now understood that as Abel said, he could understand the written meaning of Abel's language, but he could never understand that spirit and faith, and the materialist education he received since childhood was deeply rooted.

He finally understood why these blue-suited men were terrible. The number of blue-suited men was very rare, and they were excluded by the whole of Europe. If they were not united, they would be nothing. At this point, the Han people were just the opposite of them. The number was huge, and I was the master of my territory. It would be too boring not to fight one fight.

The two of them finished a question and answer, and there was nothing to say.

About a few minutes later, the sky in the south brightened, and it was the signal flare they agreed on.

Abel looked at the fireworks and said happily: "They have discovered it. We can turn back."

A few seconds later, fireworks of different shapes lit up.

Abel frowned again: "It seems that they have found more than your friends..."

The signal was interrupted and Abel quickly made a decision.

"Fang, please go back to the village first." He inspected his own musket, "Maybe I don't have the ability to ensure your safety. Our southern team may have been ambushed and in a hurry, he could only fire all the signal flares."

"Please lead the way, don't worry about me." Fang Xian seemed to be more anxious than Abel. "We have traveled far north. No matter how good my friends are, they will never be lost to such a place to the north. I believe they are in the south."

Abel looked at Fang Xian, said no more, and rushed south.

Even with the economic situation, the marching of the blue-clothed men was still orderly, and no one discussed it privately. All members were still silent, accumulating and preserving their energy to welcome the possible life-and-death battle.

"If war really happens, I hope you can be behind you." Abel reminded again.

"I decided on this matter myself. I didn't intend to interfere with your hatred, only because of my friend." Fang Xian handed the musket to Abel, "This thing is not used happily, so leave it to you."

Abel took the musket and made a helpless expression: "Okay, I hope you are sensible enough, war is not that simple."

Fang Xian found it funny. He saw everything he should have seen when he led three thousand kiln sailors to sweep the three major sea areas. Is this a big deal?

In less than half an hour, the team met.

There was no abnormality in the Southern Squad, and the captain stepped forward to report to Abel.

"A 15-man team just wiped out, the enemy must have discovered something. Maybe a large force is gathering at this time, sending a signal flare to meet with everyone quickly to avoid being hit by the enemy's large force."

"Well, well done." Abel nodded.

Fang Xian stepped forward and asked, "Are there any traces of my friends?"

"Sorry." The captain shook his head.

Fang Xian didn't say much. He felt that these blue-clothed men were just coming out to fight. The powerful enemy? The beast? That's theirs.

"Abel, the contract has ended, I am very disappointed with your actions."

Little Abel didn't say anything nonsense when he heard this, and immediately returned the extra gold coins to Fang Xian.

"You will never find someone as responsible as us." Abel looked expressionless.

"Of course, you only do your duty to yourself, take my money, do your own thing, and find my friends? Don't joke." Fang Xian said with a grim smile, "You are taking the opportunity to gather your team to massacre the enemy, right?"

"There is nothing to say." Abel ignored Fang Xian anymore.

Fang Xian snorted lightly, said no more, and determined the direction and ran towards the village with a camel.

At this time, he must get out.

The blue-clothed people have extraordinary wisdom and their conspiracy is just as vicious. They have to use every penny to the blade. I believe Abel had planned everything before traveling, gathering people with Fang Xian's employment as a topic. There are also huge amounts of gold coins to earn, and fully armed and eliminated the scattered heresy. The efficiency is indeed high.

A 10-man southern team annihilated 15 enemies without damage. This is simply a joke. Fang Xian felt that he was not that easy to cheat. This was clearly Abel's trick to give up. Using this as a reason, he stopped searching and turned into war.

After listening to Abel's story, Fang Xian was almost sure that this village was the end of the journey. It was that place. Thinking back to the sudden storm and the people scattered around, Fang Xian felt that these scenes had a strong sense of deliberate deliberation.

Maybe Yue Ru Ling'er Yu Yan, each of them was lost in their own village.

We must break through the fog and crush the nothingness.

Fang Xian thought this way and ignored Abel and returned to the village alone. Instead, he felt guilty, as if he had released the demon of blue dress and started a ruthless massacre in the middle of the night.

Fang Xian returned to the south gate of the village, just like his first time. Old Abel and Aunt Mary were still fighting.

When the two saw Fang Xian, they showed the same expectation.

Old Abel stepped forward and asked, "Why are you the only one coming back?"

"Abel, shut up, can't you show even a little respect?" Aunt Mary stepped forward and hugged Fang Xian's arm. "Good news, just before you left, your friends came."

"What?!" Fang Xian was shocked, his estimate was completely wrong.

It turns out that everyone's end is the same.

"Auntie, take me there quickly." Fang Xian urged.

"Look at you're so anxious." Aunt Mary enthusiastically pulled Fang Xian toward her house.

"Wait, where are they?" Old Abel asked unwillingly behind him.

"Don't worry, your grandson lives more smarter than anyone else." Fang Xian did not look back.

Aunt Mary's home still flashed with warm dark yellow lights.

When I opened the door, a group of people were gnawing chicken legs around the table.

"Oh, Brother Xian is here too!" Ling'er picked up a chicken leg and jumped in front of Fang Xian, "Auntie's roast chicken is so delicious."

Yue Ru was already drunk and nodded to Fang Xian.

Fang Xian looked around and asked, "Where are the others?"

Ling'er laughed and thrust into the room.

“??”

Aunt Mary smiled and said, "The young couple is resting in my son's room."

"Young couple?"

Ling'er stuck out her tongue and said, "Darba and Azhisha... I finally got out of control when I came here."

"When did this stupid disciple become such a monkey spirit?!!!" Fang Xian's expression was positive and shocked.

After a brief silence, Fang Xian continued to ask, "Where is Yu Yan?"

"She..." Ling'er lowered her head, like a child who had made a mistake. "She left, went into the place and took a look and left. We talked to her and ignored us."

Fang Xian was stunned. He also thought this place was strange, but he couldn't figure it out. It seemed that Yu Yan understood in an instant. But if this place was dangerous, why did she leave by herself and not pull others?

Fang Xian was thinking, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Visual sense, visual sense.

Ling'er and Yueru were already wearing bright white robes at some point.

"Let's go find Yuyan." Fang Xian said to Yueru and Ling'er without thinking.

"Brother Xian, it's so late, tomorrow."

"No, now, now."

“But…but.”

"Ling'er, are you disobedient?" Fang Xian rebuked, showing his rare seriousness.

"Brother Xian...Aunt..." Ling'er's expression became very strange, as if she was struggling, struggling fiercely.

"Yueru?!" Fang Xian roared at Yueru.

"She is so smart, there will be no problem." Yueru was already drunk and continued to drink the wine.

"Damn." Fang Xian glared at Aunt Mary, "What did you do to them?"

Aunt Mary looked innocent and was about to burst into tears: "Oh my God... kid, I just treat them like you... The aunt's son is out, lonely, can't he be able to entertain a few guests..."

"Aunt..." Ling'er went over and shook Aunt Mary's arm.

Mary comforted her, "It's okay, aunt is okay."

"Ling'er, Yueru, I'll ask you the last time." Fang Xian took a deep breath, "Go? Don't you leave?"

The two looked at each other and began to struggle at the same time.
To be continued...