'Ha ha,'

He Chen suddenly burst into laughter. In this world, there are gods and ghosts. You can sign and make promises to others at any time, but you could be killed or have your life taken at any moment. Some contracts are for evil spirits to take your life, and you even sell your soul!

"I was sleeping last night, so I don't know what you were talking about. But you've come all this way to my doorstep to slander my statement. You should apologize."

Looking at the dead body in front of him, He Chen cracked a joke to relieve his mood!

"Haha, scholars really have guts! I wonder if you're as tough as my sword later. I'm not some cowardly green-hatted village head!"

The village head seemed to know something and laughed loudly!

"Scholars have backbone. Bring me my sword!" the village headman said, dismounting from his horse. He took the sword, a large Guan Dao (a type of halberd), which was carried by a man, as the village headman was reluctant to let his thin horse carry it.

Secondly, as for his younger brother, if he doesn't use him now, when will he? However, the man carrying the big sword looked at He Chen with very unfriendly eyes!

"Brother, let me have a go at him," the burly man flattered him.

The village head smiled gently and nodded.

The man smiled憨厚ly, holding a thin, razor-sharp knife. Suddenly, he rushed over, his eyes filled with murderous intent, as if he had been robbed of his beloved woman. He was ready to kill without mercy!

He Chen looked at the person in front of him and saw that he was full of flaws. The most important thing was that he was too slow. It felt like even a tortoise was faster than him!