The words Long Xueru said, "The Demon King Hanba will never attack the descendants of the Dragon God" are indeed legends that everyone in the Long family knows. Long Zhengchu cannot refute, and others cannot refute it either. They deliberately did not mention this sentence today, but it was just that they chose to blindness in order to fight against the two brothers in unison.

But Long Xueru didn't open the pot and wanted to put this sentence on the table. Long Zheng felt it was difficult to resist and sucked the cigarette pole deeper.

But Ye Ziyan couldn't smoke without restrictions. After smoking, he still didn't think of the most reasonable response plan, so he said, "Xueru, you have been married to Tiankou Village for two years, why are you still here to join in the fun?"

Long Xueru smiled and said, "I am also surnamed Long after getting married. I will always be a descendant of the Long family with real prices. Why do you call it "joining the fun"?"

Long Zhengchu dodged his eyes for a moment and said, "I don't care about your family's affairs."

Long Xueru said relentlessly: "This is not a matter of any family, it is a matter of the whole village! I rushed back to Longle Village tonight, thinking that if this matter is not peacefully resolved tonight, the two parties will have a long birthday and the gap will become deeper and deeper, and two opposing camps will definitely form. This is not a blessing for my Longle Village!"

As soon as these words were said, some sympathizers among the onlookers dared to make different voices: "Yes, patriarch, aren't the two brothers Dafu and Dagui living in this life? If my father dies today, he will humiliate others so much. Our Long family is not such a kind-hearted person..."

Seeing someone helping each other, Long Xueru became more confident and forced herself to the palace and said, "So, please ask the patriarch to answer my question directly: Is there any ancestral teaching or not?"

Long Zhengchu understood. On the surface, it seemed that the whole village was standing on his side, but it did not mean that the villagers who did not speak had no objection. If this matter cannot be resolved successfully, in the long run, it is indeed as Long Xueru said, which inevitably leads to the division of the tribe. He stammered: "Well, the Long family has this ancestral teaching... But no one knows whether this statement is true or false... I think it is always right to be careful of it."

Seeing that Long Zhengchu was successfully trapped, Long Xueru took advantage of the victory and chased after: "That's right. You have said it yourself. There is no written record of the ancestral teachings, so it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false. So, it is not about which ancestral teachings, but all ancestral teachings! In this way, what you said before is that the ancestral teachings that people who are bitten to death by zombies must beat dry bone stakes, so how do you determine that it is true?"

"Haha, little girl, you are holding my army!" Long Zhengchu was so angry that he couldn't compete with Long Xueru, so he was too lazy to argue, so he simply played the emotional card, "Oh, the position of the leader of the Long family is really hard to sit..."

Seeing that Long Zhengchu's tone was relieved, Long Xueru stopped pressing step by step, and said earnestly: "Class leader, I want me, little girl, to say, in fact, many troubles are all caused by ourselves. The reason why you think the position of the patriarch is that our tribe members have carried too many things that were not necessary to carry for a long time, and they have bound themselves with too many rules and regulations. Sometimes this ancestral teaching cannot be violated, and sometimes that ancestral teaching must be followed. I still remember what an ancestral teaching says...'Longle Village Nine Stars Pearls, but it is a real dragon.

, can destroy the dragon and save the people from water and fire. 'Haha, one word after another makes us really think of ourselves as descendants of the great god Yinglong, as if we are so sacred and unique. There are so many people in the world with the surname Long, who is as exaggerated as us? In my opinion, the right and wrong of today is very simple - we are just a group of ordinary country farmers. The father of Dafu and Dagui, the two brothers, died unfortunately. Now people hope that the old man will be buried in peace. Isn't this filial piety or human nature?"

Long Xueru's words were loud and loud, attracting many onlookers to nod.

Long Zhengchu himself is not a ruthless person. He was uneasy in humiliation of the two brothers with a ritual. After Long Xueru analyzed this, he felt even more ashamed. After taking a deep breath of Ye Ziyu, he finally made up his mind and waved to the crowd who were doing the ritual, "Okay, OK, let's stop here today. The ritual is over, everyone will go home."

As Long Zhengchu greeted him, all the dance steps and curses of the ritual crowd came to an abrupt end. The three men lying in the coffin also stood up, pulled off the talismans on their heads, and carried the empty coffin away with everyone.

When the crowd dissipated, the two brothers' anger was completely relieved. Long Dafu bowed to Long Xueru and said, "Thanks to you today, otherwise, I really don't know how to end this farce..."

Long Xueru smiled and said, "Why are you so polite to me? Back then, my father drowned in Danghe, thanks to Uncle Yang going down the river to salvage five hours before he salvaged his body. At that time, my family was very poor, and Uncle Yang didn't charge a penny. I have thought from then on, what's wrong with the corpse fisherman? You have worked hard to do such dirty and tiring work for everyone, and everyone should respect you more..." Then, he said in a heavy tone: "Forget it, let's not talk about them. Uncle Yang is leaving, it's really sad. Take me to your house and have a look."

It was the first time that someone offered to visit his home tonight, and it was the little dragon Xueru who had made a special trip back from another village. Long Dagui was so moved that he burst into tears. He couldn't help but burst into tears.

At this moment, a heart-wrenching scream from a man suddenly came!

"ah--"

The sound came from the north, and there was Long Yang Bo’s home.

"What's going on?" Long Xueru was stunned and looked up. She saw that in the dark night, the villagers who had originally retreated there were torches and ran back in panic.

In the firelight, a nimble figure jumped high from behind the crowd, shouting "Kill! Kill! Kill!" to the roof of a wooden house on the right.

"Escape quickly, Uncle Long Yang is cheating on his body!"

"Don't be bitten by him, as he will turn into a zombie if he bites it!"

After only two short screams, the three people here already understood what had happened. Long Dafu was shocked and said, "Can my father really become a zombie?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the zombies on the roof jumped down again, fell into the crowd, knocked down someone, and bit him frantically.

Here, another heart-wrenching scream came.

This biting has bought time for the others to escape. The survivors quickly rushed to the three of them. A man pulled Long Dafu's collar and cursed fiercely: "You will not listen if you say good things and bad things! Now that Long Yang Uncle has become a zombie, he bites him when he sees people, and he has died two lives. What else do you want to say, "Damn it?"

Seeing that his brother was targeted again, Long Dagui, who was originally in sorrow, instinctively fought back: "Why do you say that it is my father? Can you see clearly so dark?"

After experiencing too many conflicts in one day, Long Dafu was already exhausted physically and mentally. He stopped his younger brother with gestures and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, that figure is indeed our father... Now, let's admit it. We should have built a dry bone stake earlier..."

Long Xueru also said in fear and fear: "So, I blamed the clan leader for the mistake..."

As he was speaking, Long Zhengchu had already brought over a dozen young and middle-aged men and said loudly: "Don't be confused, everyone! Don't be confused! There is only one zombie at present. No matter how powerful he is, he can deal with him with our strength! Get rid of him first, and then go and beat the two bitten to death to the drought bone stakes!"

After saying that, more than 20 villagers present stood together, staring at the zombies intently, waiting for the battle.

The zombie that Long Yang Bo turned into quickly bit off the second victim, raised his head and looked at everyone, repeating: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Then, the zombies rushed towards the crowd and jumped high when they were two feet away from the crowd.

The villagers were already scared to the point of being scared. One and two subconsciously raised their arms to cover their foreheads. Where could they have the energy to fight back?

Seeing that the zombie was about to bite another person, another person jumped from the side and punched the zombie to the ground!

Then, the person who came took advantage of the situation and stepped on it, splattering the zombie's head and splashed his brain!

The visitor was wrapped in a headscarf and a beard full of faces, like a foreigner. Seeing that the zombie was motionless, he snorted coldly and said to himself: "Hmph, I remember that in those days, you were not qualified to be my minions."

Seeing that the crisis had been resolved, Long Zheng quickly stepped forward and bowed and said gratefully: "Thank you for your help, may I ask the hero for his honorary name?"

When the person came to take off his turban, everyone took advantage of the fire to see clearly that his hair was messy, like a beard, red, like a fierce beast.
Chapter completed!