Chapter 917 In the Devil's World, There Is No Probability...

Sitting on the steps holding a low-quality pipe tightly, the skinny old man finally calmed down from his excitement and took a few puffs of dry cigarettes. ?. . He smoked so hard that when the smoke was exhaled, it instantly covered the wrinkled, browned old face.

"Ahem...that's all. Since you want to hear it, the old man will tell you a story. By the way, the door..." He suddenly thought of something and looked up at the wooden door that had been closed by Tang En. His expression softened slightly, " Oh, it's already closed." Turning around to look at Lansha, who had brought a wooden bench by himself and was sitting in the room, his lips moved, "Girl, you'd better hide..."

Lansha, who had his head turned to cover his nose, immediately understood what the old man meant when he saw this. He waved his hand and dispersed the smoke floating in front of him: "It's okay, sir, I like to listen to stories. And even if there are really gray-clothed troops coming from outside, we are not afraid. I I just jumped up on the wall to take a look, there weren’t many people coming, and they couldn’t stop us.”

Lansha lied. She didn't jump up to the wall to look. However, the old man who was in a state of excitement just now didn't pay attention to this, and he didn't know that the sweet-looking girl in front of him was telling lies.

But then again, if those unkind guests outside the village came on horseback, then Lansha was not completely lying. Based on the previous chaotic sound of horse hooves, Lan Sha, who had experienced many battles, could certainly tell that there were not many people coming outside. Seeing that Lan Sha was determined not to hide, the old man naturally couldn't say anything more. He was also worried that if he continued to be noisy like before, it would attract the attention of people outside, so he could only shake his head and take another puff of suffocating cigarette, waiting for the smoke to slowly fade on the old face. As if slowly spreading out, he said in a low voice,

"There used to be a pair of brothers in this Zhuangzi. The elder brother was named Hansen and the younger brother was named Hanluo. Hansen was more than ten years older than Hanluo. He was very strong and kind-hearted. Not only was he filial to his elders, but no one in Zhuangzi was too busy when something happened. , will take the initiative to help without asking for reward. Everyone in Zhuangzi likes him..."

"Han Luo is not like that. He is arrogant when he is young, and even more overbearing when he is older. He does not do anything serious all day long, and does not care about the fields that belong to him at home. He just hangs out with a few idle gangsters in the village all day long. Together, they played chickens and fought dogs. They bullied the people of the village, and they made the village a mess. Later, I heard that they were hanging out with thieves in the mountains, and they were not seen for several months. As soon as they got home, they would ask for money, and they would make trouble if they didn't give it. , which broke his brother's heart... Well, it's my fault for this... and his father. Han Luo lost his mother when he was born and died in childbirth. So his father doted on him. He kept all the good things since he was a child. Give it to him. Even when he became more and more shameful later. As the elder brother, Hansen wanted to discipline him, but his father stopped him. The result... ahem, the result can never be changed..." He rambled on about some irrelevant things. The skinny old man shook his head and sighed from time to time, then paused as if he was choked by the smoke. He raised his hand to wipe away the old muddy tears from the corners of his eyes, feeling very depressed.

Tang En and the other two didn't urge him, they just listened quietly. Based on their intelligent reactions, they could naturally tell that the brothers Hansen and Hanluo were the two sons of the old man.

"Later, probably in the middle of last year, Sangouzi from Lao Tang's family in Zhuangli came back from working outside and brought back a lot of fresh things. Some of them were given to people in Zhuangli by Lao Tang, including the Hansen family. Things are not important, they are just thoughts. San Gouzi was not at home, so Hansen helped Lao Tang a lot. On the wrapping paper of that thing, Hansen learned about the Gray Army for the first time, and later he found out that the paper was from the Gray Army. What are they called big-character posters used for military propaganda? I heard they were posted on the walls of the city and were used by Sangouzi to wrap things up..."

He shook his head and continued, "Hansen was greatly affected after seeing it. After asking about the news about the Gray Army, he became even more fascinated. When he met everyone in Zhuangzi, he would say good things about the Gray Army and publicize the deeds of the Gray Army. , and said that he wanted to find a way to join the Gray Army. He had a quarrel with Han Luo, who was dismissive of him, and almost started a fight... Later, Han Luo ran away and did not come back for a long time. I heard that he had another fight with Shan Luo. Thieves and thieves got together, and this rebellious son...Han Luo is gone. Even if Hansen wants to join the Gray Army again, he can't leave Zhuangzi. Because there is still an old father at home..."...

"Then a few months ago, Han Luo, who had disappeared for more than a year, suddenly came back. He was riding a horse with a sword and leading people back. He was well-dressed. When people asked him where he was, he said he had joined the Gray Army..." He fiercely came back again. He took a few puffs of dry cigarettes and murmured in a low voice, "Gray Army, Gray Army... The people in Zhuangzi were a little scared after hearing this. After all, there were rumors outside that the Gray Army and Bran were at war. Only Hansen was very happy. For once, he was proud of his incompetent younger brother. So after hearing that Han Luo said that the Gray Army needed support and sent them out to raise supplies, Hansen was very active. Not only did he donate most of his family's food and money, but he also helped persuade people in Zhuangzi to Everyone supported us together... During that time, Hansen was really happy. When he and I were drinking, he was saying that his younger brother had finally made his mark and fulfilled the dream that he had always wanted to do but couldn't... Haha..."

He grinned, feeling both bitter and happy. It seemed that he recalled Hansen's happiness at that time. It was rare for the family to be reunited without quarreling, and they were happy together. It seemed that he was remembering what happened next, and his smile was a little bitter.

Upon hearing this, Tang En frowned slightly and shook his head slightly at Lan Sha, who was looking over. I was already sure in my heart that Han Luo had joined a bandit gang, and now he was just using the guise of the Gray Army to deceive.

The reason is very simple. A few months ago, it was almost the time when the Gray Clothes Army came out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. During this period, the Gray Army had been fighting, feeding the war with war. There was a large pile of grain and grass supplies in the warehouse of Bran Town that they captured, and there was no need to send people out to collect them sporadically.

"But then the situation changed. The food and grass that Han Luo had promised to return on time was not fulfilled. He only said that there was a logistics problem with the Gray Army and they needed to slow down. Hansen had no doubts at the time and helped to appease the villagers. He also took out the little food and money at home to put some money in advance. However, Han Luo, the gray-coated army, was not satisfied and continued to urge the villagers to take out the winter food, once, twice, three times... Finally, it came out The problem... In fact, before that, the people in the village had become suspicious of the Gray Army's propaganda, because the few Gray Army members Han Luo brought back did not help the poor civilians as the propaganda said, but instead I caused a lot of trouble in the village..."

"At that time, Hansen also felt that he had been deceived. But he felt that it was not the Gray Army that deceived him, but his brother Han Luo... The two began to quarrel constantly. Hansen said that Han Luo did not join the Gray Army. The person he brought back was not from the Gray Army. He accused him of deceiving the entire Zhuangzi. Han Luo refused to admit it and scolded Hansen for being reluctant to give up food and not supporting the Gray Army... It must have been an evening, and I was sitting here smoking. I remember that sunset The clouds were beautiful, as red as blood. Then suddenly they started shouting outside, murder..."

With a trembling voice, he stroked the cold steps beside him with one hand. The pipe held by the thin old man in one hand was also trembling, and he was a little choked. "Han Luo...Han Luo killed Hansen...killed his brother...They said they started fighting when they were arguing. Hansen had a strong body and Han Luo couldn't beat him. So he touched the knife... By the time I passed by, Hansen's head had fallen off... The ground was covered with blood, very red, very red, redder than the sunset that evening... Ahem..."

Looking at the skinny old man's violently shaking body, Tang En and Lan Sha looked at each other. I thought of the dried heads hanging on the flagpole outside the village. All in silence. They have indeed seen scenes ten or a hundred times worse than this, but so what? Once you are there. Feeling the same, every bit of misery is enough to make one feel sad.

Maybe it's because I've been sad many times. After a while, the skinny old man recovered on his own. At this time, the noise outside was getting closer and closer, but the skinny old man didn't seem to hear it. He continued, "After killing Hansen, Han Luo was no longer restrained and acted even more excessively. He nailed a wooden pole outside the village, hung Hansen's head on it, and then set rules for the village. He said he would meet every month Come here on time to collect the supplies. If anyone doesn’t give or doesn’t give enough, then continue to hang your head on that wooden pole..."...

After a pause, he slowly exhaled the smoke, "I don't know whether it was the Gray Army who lied to us or Han Luo who lied to us. I don't want to know... I'm just thinking about what I did wrong in my life, so that The gods punish me like this and let the devil value me so much..."

"Look, Hansen is loyal and honest, filial to his elders, helping his neighbors, and has a natural good heart. He wants to join the Gray Army and help more poor people, but he can't... Hansen is arrogant and rampant in the countryside. Now he preys on the villagers. He killed his brother with his own hands. Such a person easily joined the Gray Army... Haha..."

The skinny old man smiled inexplicably, raised his pipe and knocked it against the steps, letting down the charred soot. Then he raised his cloudy old eyes and looked at the floating head on the flagpole outside the village. His lips moved. After a while, he shook his head and sighed, "So... in the world of demons, there are no probabilities..."

The story is over. This last sentence may be the old man thinking about the comparison of the behaviors of his two sons, coupled with the experience and insights gained in this life, the coffin closing emotion he just issued has nothing to do with others.

But when these words fell into Tang En's ears, they were like thunder and lightning. His body suddenly shook and he murmured repeatedly, "In the world of demons, there is no probability... In the world of demons, there is no probability..." Somehow, Tang En felt that these words were very familiar, and he fell into a trance as he recited them...

In the world of demons, there is no probability...and no need for probability!

Because demons have no likes and dislikes, no joy and sorrow, and even no thoughts and emotions...

He chooses you just because you are you!

It has nothing to do with identity, gender, age or child!

It has nothing to do with personality, good or bad, loyalty or treachery!

It has nothing to do with status, wealth or poverty...

Just like rolling a dice, throw it randomly, and whatever point it lands on is that point.

It's that simple.

that is it!

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"Tang En...Tang En..."

After listening to the story and understanding its general outline, Lansha had a vague plan to destroy Han Luo and his group. This is not because of the sense of justice. Lansha is from the Northern Wilderness. Even if he has a sense of justice, there is no need to invest in old man Bran. She just felt that the story was a bit tragic, the old man was a bit pitiful, and the fratricidal Han Luo deserved to be killed.

Thinking like this, he turned around to discuss it with Tang En, but he saw Tang Enmu sitting on the steps blankly, repeating something in his mouth, like crazy, and even shouted a few times in response.

Frowning, he raised his hand to slap Tang En on the shoulder. But at this moment, suddenly,

"Girl, stop it!" Bamutu, who had been hiding since entering Bran, suddenly appeared behind Lansha out of thin air. He looked Tang En up and down, his eyes were filled with envy, he shook his head and smacked his lips, "This kid has an epiphany and is making a breakthrough. Don’t bother...Tsk, what a damn good life!”

"Epiphany...breakthrough?" Lan Sha couldn't help but be startled when he heard this, and then looked at Tang En again with some curiosity. However, because he was not familiar with martial arts, looking horizontally and vertically, he couldn't see anything special about Tang En. After shaking his head and giving up, he thought about what actions or words he just said, which contained special magic that could make people realize.

"Uh... who are you?" The skinny old man calmed down. He didn't notice anything unusual about Tang En next to him, but he was shocked when he saw Bamutu suddenly appearing at home. It seems that if Bamutu hadn't covered it up a little, the old man suddenly saw a barbarian appearing at home, and he would have been frightened and fainted due to the excitement.

Bamutu ignored it and still looked at Tang En, frowning slightly without realizing it. Seeing this, Lan Sha on the side was about to make up another lie to fool him, when suddenly.

"Eh! No! What on earth is this kid trying to achieve!"

Lan Sha raised her head in shock and saw Bamutu's eyes as wide as copper bells, staring at Tang En who was sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him like a man possessed. His face was full of horror, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime. Lan Sha turned her head subconsciously and looked at Tang En, also stunned.

Tang En was still the same Tang En, sitting upright and muttering to himself. But his eyes were slightly closed. But somehow. In Lansha's eyes, Tang En's figure was close at hand and within reach. Now it's a bit unreal and vague. It was as if there was a layer of crystal glass between the two of them, and it was as if Tang En was sitting in the ripples of the water, and what he saw was not very real. Phew... there's wind blowing. It’s even more blurry…

After all, he was not familiar with martial arts. Although Lansha noticed something unusual, he didn't see the fame.

In Bamutu's eyes, Tang En's figure has always been very clear. It's not blurring, but gradually blending in. Integrate into the steps below, into the house, into the cold wind, even... into this day and place!

I don't know since when, Bamutu's burly body started to tremble slightly. He didn't know what Tang En was breaking through. He just felt that he was looking at a piece of heaven and earth, watching the rotation of the sun and the moon, and the changes of the four seasons. He felt the heart-wrenching feeling in it. The terrifying power of heaven and earth... He sensed the threat and smelled the danger!

In an instant, he clenched his palm into a fist and took a bold step forward. The robes around Bamutu suddenly rolled up in a cold and wild manner.

"Grandpa Bamutu, what do you want to do?" Lansha stepped forward, sensing something was wrong, and stood between Tang En and Bamutu, frowning and asking.

"Get out of the way, girl." Bamutu's face was full of solemnity, "This kid is a scourge, we can't keep him!"

If before Bamutu saw Tang En's epiphany and breakthrough, he was just envious of his shitty luck, now he is nothing but a threat.

This does not mean that once Tang En has an epiphany, he can immediately join Wooding's ilk and rival Bamutu. But Bamutu had glimpsed the threat in advance and knew that if there were no accidents, given time, the strength of the boy in front of him would definitely surpass his own.

To put it bluntly, Bamutu wanted to destroy Tang En for two reasons. First, Tang En is too young, and youth is capital. Second, Tang En is from Bran and is destined to be the enemy of Beihuang!

In this way, Bamutu naturally cannot sit back and watch the rise of another Bran Sword God, or even the rise of the Bran people who may be more terrifying than the Sword God Woodin.

Shaking his head, Lan Sha understood what Bamutu meant, but after a slight hesitation, he still shook his head: "Grandpa Bamutu, he has a very bad relationship with Bran, and there is no way he can help Bran deal with us."

"He also has a terrible relationship with us!"

"He and I have a good relationship."

"But he is a Bran after all!"

"He is from the Gray Army."

"Your Highness! Don't forget your identity!"

"I insist, as His Highness! Grandpa Bamutu, I insist!"

"You..." Looking at Lansha, who was standing and bowing quietly with his hand on his left chest, the black energy loomed in Bamutu's clenched fist, and it trembled violently, but he was still unable to swing it out. Finally, he took a deep breath and softened his tone, "Girl, trust me. Get out of the way, otherwise you will definitely regret this decision in the future."

"No one can predict what will happen in the future, right? Grandpa Bamutu, I just don't want to regret it now."

When it comes to eloquence, even ten Bamutu tied together are no match for Lan Sha. After the sentence was blocked, Bamutu opened his mouth anxiously, then opened his mouth again, and then he choked out a sentence: "You are playing with fire! Girl."

"I admit it. But opportunities and dangers have always coexisted. Maybe..." Turning to look at Tang En, who was sitting on the ground, Lansha's eyes flashed with something strange. He lowered his eyes slightly and turned to whisper in vague words. He said, "Perhaps I can bring a big help to the tribe?"

"Uh..." Bamutu was stunned when he heard the words. He looked at Lansha who lowered his head and said nothing, and then looked at Tang En who was sitting dumbly. He was startled, then put down his fists with a bitter look on his face, "I'll just Know... I should have known this would happen a long time ago... You mother and daughter, ugh..."

"Ha, thank you, Grandpa Bamutu." Lansha smiled immediately when he saw this, and stepped forward with great discernment, hugging the sighing Bamutu's arm, with a cute and coquettish look on his face.

Bamutu shook his head helplessly: "Don't thank me in a hurry, girl, and don't make me regret today's decision."

"No, look at my mother. Do you still regret the decision to take her to Bran? Apart from anything else, it is true that Ziyi has not attacked us for more than ten years, right? You are doing meritorious service. Got it!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Did you ever say that about your mother..." Bamutu couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this, then glanced at Tang En and curled his lips, "And your vision is far worse than your mother's. The boy looks, well, he’s really shabby!”

"Well……"

"Well, what are you talking about?" Lansha and Bamutu's questions and answers just now were too fast, and there were some vague barbaric words in the middle. It was natural for the skinny old man who had almost never left the farm in his life. I didn't understand, so I stood aside for a long time before I had time to intervene.

Lan Sha waved her hand and was about to answer when Bamutu raised his head and looked towards the door. With a bang, the closed wooden door was kicked open from the outside, half a sack of stuff was thrown in, and a harsh and sharp voice sounded,

"Old guy! Didn't I tell you that you still put things at the door? You want to slap me in the face and sever the father-son relationship with me? In that case, I tell you, this little thing is not enough... Hey, you guys Yes...haha, where did this beauty come from..."

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