The Huang family of Jiujiang County wants to research and develop a powerful body that can be created after birth.
"It's a pity... there wasn't much to gain."
It was precisely because there was not much gain that he was unable to gain entry, and the news later spread.
Some of it may be due to a lack of confidentiality, while others may be because the Huang family of Jiujiang County wanted to let other heroes in the world give it a try.
This also led to a huge disaster for the Xiang family, who had been living near Jiujiang.
Many people walking around in the world changed their appearances and took action in secret. Almost all the people in Xiangjia Village were killed, and many rounds of various cruel and brutal research were carried out.
Zhang Mingtu thought about it and clenched his fists silently.
People who secretly study these things don't care about humanitarianism or ethics.
Many of the methods used were extremely brutal and cruel. Zhang Mingtu felt uncomfortable whenever he recalled them. Later, he killed many people because of this incident.
Unfortunately, Xiangjia Village has been completely destroyed. As far as Zhang Mingtu can remember, only a middle-aged man with one eye and a lame leg survived. When Zhang Mingtu saw him, there was only hatred and resentment in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"It should be not far away..."
Walking downstream along the river, Zhang Mingtu did not have a clear memory of the location of Xiangjia Village, so he could only follow the general direction.
"I remember what the middle-aged man I met that year said. Xiangjia Village had probably a few hundred people. It wasn't a small village near the Jiujiang River. Many generations had made a living fishing by the river. The glory of our ancestors had long since faded into smoke in the piles of old papers, and no one remembered it..."
The whole incident was partly caused by Zhang Mingtu, so Zhang Mingtu was quite impressed by this incident. When he thinks about it now, he still feels a little nervous.
"I think that future brother must have felt a little guilty. I didn't kill Boren, but he died because of me."
Zhang Mingtu sighed softly, and suddenly heard the horn of a fisherman returning in his boat from afar.
A sturdy middle-aged man was rowing at the bow, and a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old was pulling the net beside him. The young man's face was full of joy, and between his eyebrows, one could vaguely see hope for future life.
Zhang Mingtu's heart moved: "Found it!"
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