This time I brought the Huo Nie family here, and it was a hasty decision in a hurry. I did not notify anyone, nor could I notify anyone.

Whether it is Mingyangmen or Wangxian Village, they are almost always "isolated from the world" in communications, and there is no way to make a phone call.

When I saw those figures, my heart suddenly tightened. They looked clearly waiting for us. Could it be that those demons had already gone up the mountain in advance?

I did not show panic, but subconsciously waved my hand, causing the team behind me to stop moving forward, and stayed in place for the time being, but I quickly climbed up. If there was really danger, it would be enough for me to face it alone!

Just as I had just climbed out of the entire mountain and was about to reach halfway up, a dazzling fire suddenly lit up on the platform. Originally, the group of people were surrounded by a bonfire, and when I arrived, they lit the torch with the bonfire.

At the darkest time before dawn, the light of hundreds of torches was so dazzling that it also reflected the faces of everyone standing there.

When I saw their faces clearly, my nervous heart suddenly felt relieved, but turned into surprise, and a little touched. I knew all the people who came here, and I was from Wangxian Village, and the head of the village chief of Wangxian Village.

At this time, I had long known the origin of Wangxian Village. They were the inheritance of the Huo Nie family's demon hunters. Perhaps because they stayed in such a safe and almost isolated place, their people were more than those of the Huo Nie family's affiliated family.

This is not because I was selfish as Nie Yan, and I did not allow the demon hunter to face the wind and rain, but instead I had my ordinary affiliated families stay in the world.

It is indeed because of the great disaster that will take the power of the demon hunter even more, and it is also because ordinary people may not suffer a catastrophe, but demon hunters are often killed, so I can only choose this way.

Now seeing the people standing neatly in the mountains, all the powerful powers of Wangxian Village, my mood gradually became excited, as if I had returned to the glorious years of Nie Yan's life. With a command, more than a dozen light horses were at the forefront, and with a wave of their hands, I wiped out a group of demons

"Welcome to the head of the family!" Under the fire, the village chief had already seen me standing on a slightly shorter mountain less than 50 meters away. I couldn't see his expression between them, but I heard his voice trembling, which was an unparalleled excitement. After shouting this, more than a hundred people behind him shouted loudly: "Welcome to the head of the family!"

While shouting, everyone held a torch, knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his hands in a strange gesture. This is a etiquette that only demon hunters would use.

Looking at the fires everywhere, I knew in my heart that everyone in Wangxian Village knew about the news of Nie Yan's official return. I grew up in Wangxian Village since I was a child, and I received the love of the villagers and a kind of respect that seemed to be undepressed, but they never exploded to the fullest like this moment.

Because in the past, I was still incomplete.

How dare they express themselves too early? Intervention too early? It is like guarding a fragile young life, afraid that something is wrong and will eventually be broken.

They have been waiting and guarding them all the time. The former head of the family and their leaders have returned. It has been a thousand years since they waited for a long time. In the end, it doesn’t matter. It’s just an instinct that supports them, and they stayed in a place that is almost isolated from the world. Now that I finally waited for my return, how can I not be excited? How can I suppress it again?

I heard the sound of sobs mixed with the north wind coming from the mountain. I waited for too long. It was time to show the blade. As long as I came back, I would take them to the "war horse" again and restore the glory of the demon hunter again. This crying was a vent of exhaustion. Those who could wait in Wangxian Village like this inherited this emotion in their bones.

My chest was straighter, as if the strong wind blowing by me turned into a heroic catharsis. Yes, I was indeed back.

Dividing line—

Wangxian Village, a place that seems to have frozen time and is forgotten, guarding a layer of unchanging days. On this morning when the darkness is broken and the morning light is just beginning to be revealed, it finally ushered in a complete carnival.

Despite the day, countless bonfires were raised in the small square that once was the center.

On the bonfire, there was steaming water burning and the wild game that was always stored in winter. Warm water vapor flowed over Wangxian Village, making the snowy white snow appear gentle.

Walking in it, it was full of the aroma of food. The Huo Nie family, who had been tired for several days, never expected that they would escape here and have such a comfortable and warm place waiting for them.

After the warm water soaked my feet, the people in Wangxian Village were covered with thick fur coats. Wangxian Village was not short of this thing, but they were afraid that these tired Huo Nie family would be frozen.

Then, they were led to the central square, waiting to drink hot water and eat hot food.

It was originally unfamiliar, but this barrier was quickly eliminated. The most common sentence I said in the square was: "We are all from the Huo Nie family. We should have protected you thousands of years ago. But for this chaotic world and this great disaster, we hid, and it was you who suffered. From now on, the demon hunters of the Huo Nie family have returned. Family, why are you polite?"

It is hard to imagine that in this world, there is a family affection that has been continuously for thousands of years. This is a feeling that has been passed down and is truly touching.

In this lively square, I drank several bowls of rice wine from Wangxian Village and ate almost half a pound of meat, and was taken away by the village chief.

What he brought was his home, and it was also the place where sacrifices were held in the village on weekdays.

There is no ancestral hall in Wangxian Village. Once, Brother Zhengchuan traveled down the mountain and asked the village chief curiously why there is no ancestral hall in Wangxian Village, but it is necessary to hold sacrifices? In fact, in Brother Zhengchuan at that time, he thought that villages like Wangxian Village, which were almost isolated from the world and were very strict with rules and human relations, must pay great attention to places like ancestral halls.

But the village chief's answer was: "The wolf that has never really gone out to fight can only be considered a dog. The eagle that has not flew into the sky can only be considered a bigger bird. It doesn't have to be remembered. This is the view of the deceased ancestors. I, including me, can only become a tomb. There is no spiritual card or a ancestral hall! You don't understand that the depression of the earliest ancestors, if there is a ancestral hall, these depressions will be untied on the day when there is a ancestral hall. Unfortunately, it is not now."

When these words were said, Brother Zhengchuan thought it was the village chief who was silly riddles for him. He thought about it over and over again, but he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence that even the previous and next words could not be understood.

But now I understand that the descendants of monster hunters cannot continue to hunt monsters, and can only hide in a place where I find a good shelter for them. They will feel ashamed and naturally have no face to be worshipped by future generations.

After death, being able to contribute the power of flesh and blood to the great formation in the village is the best destination!

But I just hope that the hope that I have been waiting for is still there, and that it can reveal that the ancestors will eventually die here, and that they cannot avenge the head of the family, and that they can no longer protect the depression of the Huo Nie family.

This is fate, what pain, how helpless it is? However, in pain, this inheritance becomes more and more precious.

The rice wine in Wangxian Village is not intoxicating. At least when I was a child, I secretly drank two big bowls here and went back, but nothing happened. Instead, my master smelled the wine and was beaten up.

After growing up, I drank a few big bowls like this and didn’t have time to toast to everyone, but I felt a little drunk.

I have thousands of words in my heart, but I am eager to cry. People are no longer there, but I feel like I have met again in time.

I endured it again and again, but the village chief pushed open the door to the home.

It still has the same structure. In front is a courtyard, the most sacred place for sacrifices. There are several well-preserved portraits hanging in the courtyard.

I walked step by step, and the first thing I saw was Liu Hesheng. In the painting, he was no longer the strong, heartless young man in my memory, but a burly old man with a somewhat melancholy face. But I don’t know if it was because of the years, even though he was so tall, his back seemed a little hunched.

My eyes were very hot, and I was a little surprised that the painting was too vivid. The sadness, longing, and suppressed excitement in his eyes were all expressed in a slight way. Now, through the painting, he looked at me, and I seemed to hear his voice back then: "Brother, why are you back now?"

The past is like smoke, and time is even more like a dream. I browsed by the paintings. The stubborn young man in the government that year followed my steps that night

The monster hunter who had already had a certain status in the world, but cried and said that he was just an old oil field and now he wanted to be a real monster hunter happily

Familiar past events, familiar people, once energetic figures, and passionately riding horses in the barren mountains!

I'm back, they're no longer here!

Life has an end, only blood and inheritance are left behind, and we will continue to wait for my return and to wait for the perfection in their hearts.

This is the demon hunter of my Huo Nie family. My voice was low and choked. In front of each portrait, I could only say one sentence: "I'm back."

The village chief was not in a hurry, just stood in the yard and waited for me quietly. When I walked to him, I didn't notice it and was already in tears.

The village chief's eyes were also red, and he whispered: "The head of the family, the ancestors once left a sentence. When you come back, you will definitely cry when you see these portraits. You are a man, the kind of person who will never be stingy and sad when you should cry, and when you should bleeding, you will never retreat. Unfortunately, when you came here when you were a child, you just stared at these portraits curiously, and you still couldn't recognize them. My mood was indescribable, just like a piece of paper, I had to wait patiently, and even I escaped. When you come back, the child named Ye Zhengling will disappear! But you are back, and the paper is pierced, and everything will be shocked! When the head of the family comes back, there is nothing to fear in this world. This is the same thought of all the ancestors. This is also the waiting of our people in Wangxian Village."
Chapter completed!