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Zhang Shou'an walked out of the house and looked up. The sunlight outside was very dazzling, making it difficult for Zhang Shou'an to open his eyes.

He stretched out his left hand to slightly block the sunlight, holding the still bleeding pig head in his right hand, and walked out step by step.

After passing through the weeds in the yard and the long streets, he came to the old man again.

He threw the pig's head to the ground and looked at the old man opposite without any expression.

The old man was still standing there, holding his cane and hunching his back, as if waiting for something.

Ever since Zhang Shouan entered the compound, he had been waiting here. He didn't know what he was expecting, but his beating heart seemed to tell the answer.

He must hear it with his own ears and see it with his own eyes.

But he also prepared for the worst.

If the immortal doesn't come out, then he will risk going in and drag out the immortal's bones.

He died for Deadwood Village, even though he was the benefactor of Deadwood Village.

I have an obligation to go in. At worst, I will fight with my old bones and blood when the time comes.

His fingers tightened on the crutches and his eyes stared straight in that direction.It was as if one could clearly see the scene in the ancient house in the center through the heavy courtyard walls.

When the figure of the young immortal appeared, his whole figure began to tremble slightly.

And when he saw clearly what the immortal threw on the ground, his body was almost out of control and he stepped forward on his own.

"Pa ta" the crutch fell to the ground. He staggered a few steps forward, his voice trembling:

"Dead, the pig demon is dead, the pig demon is finally dead."

He had just taken a few steps, but suddenly he missed a step and fell directly to the ground, causing his face to be covered with dust.

But he didn't stop for long, but quickly got up and crawled towards the mass on the ground.

As soon as he got closer, he grabbed the pig's head directly by its ears and punched the pig's head again and again.

Although he didn't have much strength, each punch seemed to release everything he had.

"Damn monster, dead monster, die to me, die to me!" One punch followed another, and soon, a large piece of the pig's head was broken.

Slowly the old man cried: "Why, why do you want to eat my granddaughter?"

"Yanyan, the pig demon is dead, and the immortal has avenged you."

He murmured, Zhang Shou'an stood aside and listened patiently.

Monster troubles are nothing to monks, but to ordinary people, they are a life and death crisis.

What's more, there is also the collusion between humans and demons like the Demon Sect.It was originally just a demonic disaster, and coupled with the joint oppression of the monks, how could the people survive and how could they survive.

He was sure that this kind of thing was definitely not rare, and what he discovered today was just one of them.

What can I do?

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