Chapter 8: Ghost in the Mountain Village
"My dear, where are you going?"

This girl, dressed in white, has white hair, white eyes, and white clothes, and her face is completely bloodless.

She jumped in front of Ye Yang with bare feet and grabbed Ye Yang's hand.

The woman's hands were icy cold, without even a hint of human warmth.

Ye Yang looked back and saw that she was holding a mummified baby wrapped in a shroud in her arms. Its face was purple and its fangs were exposed like bamboo sticks.

He curled up with his hands hugging his knees, but he had a long snake-like tail dragging on the ground, and only bones were left of the tail.

This mummy-like baby actually stood up slowly.

The tail hanging from the corpse's buttocks kept shaking, and a human head was hanging from the tail.

The face was full of pits and holes from being bitten.

"Don't run, don't run, don't you want our child anymore?"

Ye Yang shook him off, turning a deaf ear to him, and instead slapped Tuoyunma's butt. Tuoyunma felt the pain, let out a hiss, and rushed forward even faster.

……

A strange woman was chasing him closely.

Fortunately, Tuoyun Horse was fast enough and could manipulate vines, trees and grass, so it could move through the forest as if it were flat ground, and it could always keep a distance from this strange woman.

The Cloud Horse ran all night without rest.

It was not until the next day when the sun rose and a fiery red glow appeared in the east that Ye Yang felt the coldness in his body fade away and his body gradually warmed up.

With a sigh of relief, Ye Yang continued riding on the Tuoyun horse and headed towards the Bihu Lake.

The green lake is connected with water and lakes for hundreds of miles. The soil and water are fertile, making it an important fishing and aquaculture area of ​​Feitianmen.

The first ancestor of the "Fork Zhang" family was originally a fisherman by the river. He saved a hundred-year-old turtle. Later, the turtle, in order to repay the ancestor for saving his life, left his first ancestor a method of cultivation, a method of inheriting the thousand-forged elite weapon "Flying Harpoon".

The Zhang family used this fork as their main weapon, and gradually they were known as Fork Zhang.

Bihu Lake is mainly based on fishing, so there are many docks here. As I walked along, I saw many men casting nets to catch fish on the lake and shouting to sell their catch.

However, Ye Yang found many outsiders with messy hair, dirty faces, ragged clothes, and pale faces.

Their eyes were dull, and some even sold their children and themselves on the streets to bury their fathers. They looked like they had suffered some disaster.

As the nominal ruler of Bihu Lake, Chazi Zhang is also the largest family in Bihu Lake.

The family residence is located at the largest dock in Bihu Lake, and the entire family residence is not built on land.

Instead, it was made up of countless sampans, sampans, iron ships and huge warships fixed together with iron chains as thick as a human head, forming a spectacular castle on the lake.

The Zhang family seemed to have received the news long ago and had wiped the deck of the family residence very clean. There were already seven or eight senior members of the family standing in front of the dock waiting.

As soon as they saw Ye Yang riding on the Tuoyun horse, they immediately gathered around and asked, "Excuse me, is Protector Ye in front?"

Ye Yang nodded, not surprised at all.

Two days had passed since he arrived at the Zhang family from Feitian Sect. The sect should have passed his information to the Zhang family long ago.

Ye Hufa is a respectful title. As a disciple of Feitianmen, if he breaks through to the warrior realm in the next step, he will be able to obtain the title of Hufa.

Although he is not one now, he came to the Zhang family and represented the superior sect. The Zhang family called him up one level, which was quite thoughtful.

The Zhang family is a local tyrant, and these seven or eight people are wearing Zhang family's "Flying Harpoon" style clothing.

Waiting for a young man to give a lecture immediately attracted the surprise of countless passers-by.

"Who is this person that the Zhang family welcomed him like this?"

"I've never seen him before. Could he be a disciple of Feitian Sect?"

"Look at the horse he's riding. It's a Tuoyun horse, which is only used by high-ranking officials of Feitianmen when traveling."

"Hiss! This man is so young, yet he is already a high-level person. Could he be a cultivator at the warrior level?"

Everyone's face was filled with surprise and they were discussing the matter enthusiastically, their eyes filled with complex expressions such as envy, fear, and flattery.

"Protector Ye has been traveling a long way, so we have prepared delicious food and wine. Please take a rest first."

Ye Yang got off the horse, and a bearded, pot-bellied monk immediately came to help Ye Yang lead the horse.

Zhang Tong smiled: "This is our Zhang family's chief steward." He watched as the chief steward Zhang, who was above tens of thousands of people in Bihu Ze and could decide the fate of countless people, held the stirrups for his horse.

Ye Yang was a little surprised.

Ye Yang didn't know that although the Zhang family valued ordinary disciples from the sect who came to perform tasks, they would not give them such a grand welcome with such high standards.

And this time it is so grand.

On the one hand, the Zhang family already had family members in Feitianmen. Ye Yang's performance, martial arts, and talents in Feitianmen were well-known and he had long been listed as a key target of care by the Zhang family.

On the other hand, it is because Ye Yang is a descendant of an old friend of the sect's high-ranking members. Many of the current third elders, four Vajras, hall masters, and protectors have had contact with his father when he was alive.

Although he is no longer a famous figure now, he fought to the death in Taohuawu of Feitian Sect and was a role model. Naturally, the sect will take good care of his descendants.

The third is that today, the ancestor of the Zhang family followed the head of the family out and is missing.

There are few experts in the family and their fighting power is limited, so they allowed the ferocious crocodile to show off his power. They had no choice but to ask Feitianmen for help, and they will need their help next.

"Why are there so many refugees on the street?"

Walking into the gate, Ye Yang spoke with some confusion.

Zhang Tong spoke.

"It was a disaster that befell Old Yangzhou and the surrounding areas. First, there was no rain for three years, leaving a thousand miles of barren land. Then, floods and locust plagues swept through the area, and the people were destitute. As a result, bandits were everywhere, and the people fled."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Tong continued, "In recent years, under the leadership of Feitianmen and the management of the Zhang family, our Bishuize has prospered and attracted many merchants."

"That's why the refugees flocked here, hoping to make a living."

In the main room, there are antique tables and chairs, on which are plates of delicacies.

Ye Yang sat in the main seat, looking at his nose and his heart, without saying a word. No one knew what he was thinking. Sitting on his left was Zhang family's current patriarch Zhang Liaoyuan.

Zhang Liaoyuan has reached the eighth level of Tongqi cultivation, but years of living a life of luxury have made his eyes a little unfocused, his muscles loose, and his belly a lot of fat.

Although he has reached the eighth level of Tongqi cultivation, Ye Yang estimated that if they really had to fight to the death, he might not even be able to defeat a cultivator at the sixth level of Tongqi cultivation.

To the right of Ye Yang is Zhang Feng, the leader of this generation of the Zhang family.

Zhang Feng had a cold and serious face. He was not very old, about thirty years old, and had a fire-breathing sword made of a hand-wrapped Chi beast slung around his waist.

Although he was sitting, his left hand never left the hilt of the sword.

Ye Yang guessed that the other party was good at left-handed swordsmanship. He had heard of this Zhang Feng, who was known as the Zhang Family Fire Sword.

Although he is a direct disciple of the Zhang family, he did not practice the Zhang family's "Flying Harpoon" inheritance, but was good at the "Fire Dance Sword Technique".

Although he had reached the eighth level of Tongqi cultivation, the Bihu Lake, a thousand-mile lake, was filled with water vapor.

I'm afraid that if I can use 70% to 80% of my kung fu skills, they will be good.

Seeing this, Ye Yang couldn't help but secretly sigh. From the previous conversation among everyone, he already knew that the newly discovered Wufen Water Spirit Field of the Zhang family of Chazi was located deep in the Bihu Lake.

I'm afraid Zhang Feng's fire sword can hardly be relied upon in a big battle.

While Ye Yang was observing the two of them, Zhang Liaoyuan and Zhang Feng were also secretly observing Ye Yang.

"Although this person is not bad, his cultivation is too low, only at the seventh level. That giant crocodile is not an ordinary person."

"It seems that the sect underestimated the giant crocodile, or it seems that it overestimated Ye Yang?"

Zhang Liaoyuan frowned inadvertently. As the patriarch of the Zhang family, he would only accompany the sect's high-ranking officials.

If any disciple from Feitian Sect came, he would have to accompany him, and he would have nothing to do all day, not even being able to receive them.

The reason they accompanied him this time was because they knew Ye Yang's background in advance.

The giant crocodile was huge, and they prepared powerful crossbows and bows, but when the giant crocodile saw a large number of people, it dived into deep water, and the means on the shore were completely ineffective.

Ordinary people are far from being their match. If the family's great elders had not been away, there would be no need to go all the way to Feitian Gate for help. Even the Wufen Water Spirit Field had been exposed.

Although thinking this in his heart, Zhang Liaoyuan's expression remained calm, and he would ask Ye Yang about his well-being from time to time.

Zhang Feng had a cold expression on his face as he sat next to Ye Yang, but he had nothing to say. He just sensed Ye Yang's breath.

　The weirdness of this chapter is the introduction to many subsequent stories, such as Chapter 123, and it is not a useless and mixed setting.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)