As soon as I put it on, I met a sickly man

Cui'er left in a hurry, and the greed in Mr. Murong's eyes almost overflowed.

He came to this village not for the local customs and practices, but because he heard that there were rare treasures hidden in the forbidden area of ​​the village, enough to make him famous in the world.

The forbidden area was surrounded by towering ancient trees and thick fog, which added to the mystery, as if silently tempting him.

He paced back and forth, tapping the fan ribs with his fingers, his anxiety evident in his words.

The village defenders all had solemn expressions and held weapons in their hands, as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

The black tiger's eyes were wide open, with veins bulging on his forehead, as if he was ready to pounce and tear Master Murong to pieces at any time.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and any slight disturbance could make people nervous.

The atmosphere in the village also became very tense. Every household closed their doors and windows, children hid in their mothers' arms and shivered, and the old people gathered under the old tree at the entrance of the village, whispering and worrying about the fate of the village.

Young Master Murong suddenly stopped and sneered: "I came here for the treasures in the forbidden area. If you don't appreciate it, don't blame me for being ruthless and making this small village restless!" His tone was extremely arrogant, as if the fate of the entire village was in his hands.

Ding Chen was furious, his fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.

He wanted to rush up immediately and knock this arrogant guy to the ground.

Xiaoxuan gently pulled his sleeve, signaling him to be patient.

The old village chief came over tremblingly, leaning on a cane, his cloudy eyes filled with helplessness: "Sir, my village has lived here for generations, never competing with the world. This peace is hard-won..."

Young Master Murong waved his hand impatiently, interrupting the old village chief.

He pulled something out of his pocket, a sinister smile on his lips: "Since soft tactics don't work, let's use hard tactics..." He slowly unfolded the object in his hand...

Young Master Murong slowly unfolded the letter in his hand and revealed a smug sneer.

There are faint traces of mottled ink on the letter, which seems to be very old.

He slowly raised the letter and showed it to everyone: "Since you don't believe it, then take a look at this letter. It was written by an ancestor of your village, inviting me to explore the mystery of the forbidden land."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, their eyes filled with shock and surprise.

Ding Chen and Xiaoxuan looked at each other, both with doubt in their eyes.

Could this letter be real?

It is unbelievable that the ancestors of the village would invite outsiders into the forbidden area.

Black Tiger's fingers gripped the weapon tightly, and a vigilant light flashed in his eyes.

The old village chief slowly stepped forward, took the letter and looked at it carefully.

His cloudy eyes carefully discerned every word, and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Although the handwriting on the letter is a bit blurry, it does seem to match that of my ancestors.

An inexplicable unease rose in the old village chief's heart. He looked up at Master Murong, his tone questioning, "This letter... was indeed written by the previous village chief, but why have we never heard of it?"

The smile on Master Murong's lips became even more sinister: "It's normal for the former village chief to act secretively. If you still don't believe it, then I can only prove it with actual actions." Before he finished speaking, he waved his finger, and his followers immediately rushed over like wolves and tigers.

Ding Chen was furious, his hands clenched into fists, and raging anger burst out of his eyes.

He took a step forward, protecting Xiaoxuan, and shouted, "Stop!"

The villagers fled in panic and the children cried and screamed in fear.

The old village chief gripped his cane tightly and shouted in a deep voice, "Master Murong, you are pushing me too far!"

Young Master Murong remained unmoved, a cold glint in his eyes: "Going too far? If you won't give way, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The black tiger roared and rushed forward first, standing in front of the villagers without fear.

His sword flashed like lightning, so sharp that it forced the rushing enemies back several steps.

Ding Chen held Xiaoxuan's hand tightly and whispered to her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xiaoxuan hid behind Ding Chen, holding his sleeves tightly with both hands, her eyes full of trust and gratitude.

Young Master Murong's eyes flashed, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he waved his hand and ordered again: "Go!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from a distance: "Whoever dares to touch them, I will make you bleed on the spot!" Xiaoxuan grabbed Ding Chen's sleeve tightly, as if she had grabbed the only support in her life.

In her eyes, Ding Chen's broad back was like a towering mountain, protecting her from wind and rain and bringing her endless sense of security.

His firm lines and taut muscles showed his strength and determination.

Xiaoxuan's eyes were full of admiration and love. In this troubled world, he was her only harbor.

When the other villagers saw this scene, their originally frightened eyes gradually became firm, and a sense of courage spread in their hearts.

The black tiger was like a tiger descending from the mountain, dancing the long sword in his hand with great vigor, the sword light flashing, and the cold air was pressing.

He is agile and each of his attacks is powerful and deadly.

Master Murong's followers were defeated one after another under his attack, and wailing sounds were heard one after another.

The smile that originally showed Master Murong's confidence in victory gradually froze, and was replaced by an unconcealable fear.

He watched his men fall one after another, his face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

When the villagers saw how brave Hei Hu was, they cheered and their morale was boosted.

Just as the battle was in full swing, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the depths of the forbidden area and shot straight into the sky.

Under the strong light, everyone seemed to be under a spell, unable to move.

An ancient and mysterious voice echoed in the air, carrying a hint of warning: "Anyone who enters the forbidden area without permission will bear the consequences of their own life and death!" Young Master Murong seemed to be possessed, with a crazy light flashing in his eyes.

He broke free from his restraints and walked recklessly towards the depths of the forbidden area, muttering, "The treasure is mine, no one can stop me!"

"Sir, no!" the old village chief shouted at the top of his lungs...