The middle-aged man's body drew a parabola in the air and landed accurately on the sand dunes in the distance. Although the place where he fell was not soft gauze and some gravel was mixed, fortunately the middle-aged man landed properly and rolled around the slope of the dunes several times. When he reached the bottom of the other side of the dunes, his strength had been removed. When he stood up, he had no other problems except for a few slightly serious scratches and some damaged clothes on his body, and the injuries on his body did not hinder running and other movements.

Although the middle-aged man was extremely curious about how Hulegen's father threw himself so far, and was worried about Hulegen's father's safety at this moment, he did not climb up the sand dune in the end and looked at the situation on the other side. Instead, he followed Hulegen's father's orders and ran towards the village without looking back.

This is not because the middle-aged man is cowardly and afraid of death, but because countless experiences in the past have told him that Hulegen's father's instructions must be followed without any discount, because those who do not obey are now buried in the grassland and he does not want to be one of them.

On the other side of the hill, Hu Legen's father, who threw the middle-aged man out of his sight, was no longer as panicked as before. Instead, he became very calm, and his body, with his back and chest in his arms, was straightened up, without any warning about the defensive actions of the surrounding attacks. The hunting rifle, as a weapon, was held casually by him, and his muzzle turned downward, and his eyes looked at the vicious prairie wolves with a contemptuous look, as if these prairie demons were all domesticated dogs.

With the change of his father Hu Legen's expression and body shape, his temperament also changed. He was no longer the old man who was so dirty and was no different from the vast old man on the grassland. Instead, he had a little more momentum and a bit more look down on all living beings. The appearance of this momentum also made the prairie wolf that was originally ready to siege and was lying on the ground as if he had encountered a natural enemy, making a whimpering sound of begging for mercy.

Dad Hulegen ignored these prairie wolves and turned to the poplar forest next to him and shouted: "Chaganbari, come out! Do you really think that these little guys can threaten me alone?"

"It's worthy of being Boritechina! The evil god on the grassland will naturally not be able to be majestic when you meet the evil god leader." When Hulegen's father finished speaking, a harsh voice like gold and iron rubbing, spoke pure Mongolian language. Then, in the woods where he saw, a tall man with a strong figure and a traditional Mongolian costume suddenly emerged out of thin air. He took big steps and walked to the periphery of the wolf pack. When the men approached, the wolves around were panicked and walked around the two sides, giving up a road to Hulegen's father on the edge of the encirclement.

Mr. Hulegen frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "My name is not Boritechina, my name is Hulegen, don't think wrong!"

"Hu Legen? Humph, you are so noble and innocent wolf, you should be a lowly mouse!" Chaganbari snorted coldly and said with great disdain: "You have been with those Han people for too long. You have long forgotten that the blood of the Golden Family flows in your blood."

"Hmph!" Dad Hulegen knew very well what kind of person the person in front of him was, and it was rare to argue with him. He just snorted coldly with a little ridiculous sneer and expressed his attitude. It was obviously regarded as the blood of the Golden Family in the eyes of the other party, and in his eyes, it was worthless.

The disdainful attitude towards the Golden Family blood was a strong stimulation for Chaganbari, which made his already uneasy heart burst into anger, and his face instantly flushed. Even on the edge of the dark woods, he could see clearly that his face was abnormally red.

Mr. Hulegen has already prepared to take action. In fact, he showed such disdainful attitude, just to anger the other party and let the other party take action first, so as to break the vows on his body, so that he can have the excuse to take action with all his might and solve these entangled troubles.

However, the other party's character was obviously stronger than Mr. Hulegen expected, or perhaps because there were other important things to be solved. In short, when Chaganbari was about to take action at any time, he took a few deep breaths and forced the anger that was already on the verge of an outbreak.

After calming down his emotions, Chaganbari stared at the other party with resentment, almost gritting his teeth, and said, "I'm here to do something for you. As long as you do that for me, everything you owe to the master will be written off."

"A one-time write-off? You are not the Dharma King, what qualifications do you have to say a one-time write-off!" Hu Legen's father looked at the other party with a disdain and said, "Besides, I did so many things for my master back then, and I have already paid off what I owe."

Chaganbari seemed to be not surprised by Mr. Hulegen's words, nor did he continue to refute the other party's statement. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "I know you are already discouraged by the master, but I think you should be interested in Delegen's drum, right?"

"Derchin drum is in your hands? Ao Riqilang?" Hulegen's father couldn't help but tremble when he heard this, and his aura suddenly burst out, frightening the surrounding grassland wolf to avoid it from afar, and above his head, a roaring moon wolf appeared and loomed.

Chaganbari sneered: "Aoriqilang has been dead, and he has been dead for more than ten years. Who made him unaware of the current affairs to stop the troops of those guys from the north from entering Ulaanbaatar? He really thought that he was a great shaman and a Dharma King, so he had great supernatural powers. He was invincible in the world? He would die even if he encountered those guns and cannons. This was no longer ancient times."

"It seems that you have defected to the Soviets in the north!" Mr. Hulegen said with a cold face.

"It's not considered a refugee, it's just helping each other. Haven't you also defected to the Han people in the south? None of us is better than each other."

"You came to me this time to be related to the Soviets in the north, right?" Hu Legen's father did not mess with the belonging issue and directly pointed out: "The country only fought with the Soviets in the Northeast not long ago. The Soviet Union suffered a little loss. Now it seems that they should be planning to let you be pioneers and pick some things so that they can intervene and find some things here, right?"

Chaganbari did not have the embarrassment of exposing his intentions at all, but instead said with a pretentious sigh: "You are still so smart and you can see through my thoughts at once. It would be a pity that you did not let you be the Dharma King or the Great Shaman back then, otherwise our master would not be as dilapidated as it is now."

Hulegen's father was silent for a moment and said, "You will kindly take out the Delechin drum as a trading item. I think this treasure should be kept in your hands for more than ten years, and you have never found a way to use it, right? You are really incompetent."

The wound was opened in person. Even if he had asked for help from others, he felt extremely angry. The anger he had just suppressed had risen again, but he still forced himself to do so, with a cold face, and asked, "Don't you agree or not, don't talk about anything else!"

Dad Hulegen seemed to compromise and said, "I can't believe you. It's useless to say anything before seeing the Delechin drum."

"I knew you would say that." Chaganbari patted the big skin behind him and said, "The things are here and can be shown for you. But after seeing them, you will have no way out."

"What? Just take it out and show it to me!" When Mr. Hu Legen heard this, his father stared at the skin with his eyes radiating, and walked forward with an excited look on his face. He stopped only a few feet away from Chaganbari.

When Hulegen's father came forward, Chaganbari was still a little nervous and was about to take a few steps back. However, Hulegen's father stopped quickly, and the distance did not make him feel dangerous. So he felt relieved and was also embarrassed by his mentality of avoiding him just now.

Chaganbari, with a cold face, took off the skin bag from his body, then untied the knot on the skin bag that blessed the shaman's magic power, and took out a pitch-black hand drum from it. The shape of this hand drum was very ordinary and looked nothing special, but when it was taken out, it gave people the illusion of light, and it also emitted a faint heat to dissipate the cold air that was coming around at night.

"It's really a Delechin drum! It's really a Delechin drum! After so many years, it's still so gorgeous!" Hulegen's father seemed to have focused all on the black hand drum, and the inconspicuous hand drum seemed to have turned into something extremely exciting in his eyes.

At the same time, Chaganbari also showed obsession with this hand drum. Even though he had been in control of this hand drum for more than ten years and had seen it thousands of times, the shocking feeling was still as shocking as the first time he saw this master treasure.

At this time, Chaganbari couldn't help but regret taking out the treasure for a transaction. Driven by unwillingness, he raised his head and prepared to persuade Mr. Hulegen to see if he could change the transaction items, but Mr. Hulegen, who appeared in his eyes, was stunned by him.

At this moment, there was no obsession in Hu Legen's father's eyes that had been revealed before. Both the expression on his face and the vision in his eyes were extremely clear. He was not affected by this treasure of the master's sect, and there was a faint feeling of unforgettable hatred in his eyes.

"Not good!" Seeing this scene, Chaganbari thought to himself that something was wrong and was about to take out his magic weapon to cast his spell to protect himself.

But Hu Legen, who had already prepared for a long time, moved faster than him. He turned into a white shadow and rushed to Chaganbari in the blink of an eye. His right hand turned into a strange claw that had been covered with hair and sharp fingertips. Before Chaganbari could react, he passed through his chest and his palm passed through not only grasped a heart, but also held a piece of spine.

Chaganbari, who had never expected Hulegen's father to take action, could no longer speak, and could not even move his fingers. He could only stare at Hulegen's father with his eyes, as if asking why.
Chapter completed!