"Black Ling?"

When the old man heard this, his face changed: "Where is the Black Feather God Order?"

"I said that, I've given it to her grandson."

"grandson?"

"What, Mr. Long, do you still want to find his grandson?"

"never mind--"

The old man shook his head and then said, "The family is gone. The Black Feather God Order is like a piece of scrap metal. It is useless to ask for it. Have you been by his side for so many years? Have you gained nothing?"

"No - Mr. Long, I have almost wasted half of my life for this matter. What you say must count."

"If you don't die, it's your fortune. Don't worry, I'll keep my word."

The old man brought a bottle of wine from the bodyguard next to him.

"This is Apricot Village in Kyoto, your favorite wine-"

After saying that, he poured the wine in front of the grave.

"It's time to leave. No matter how brilliant it is in front of you, it's still the same after death. A handful of loess, without even a monument, buried in this desolate place. What do people pursue in their lives?"

The old man left with his own crutches under the protection of a group of guards.

Lin Mingzhu also followed behind.

Wang Hao then walked out of the grass beside him. He took out the black token, his eyes were unstable.

Looking back at my grandfather, in Wang Hao's eyes, there are only two words: sadness and suffering!

I ride a tricycle every day and pass through the streets and alleys to collect waste, and it seems that it has never changed for decades.

This is a life that is so ordinary that it is extraordinary, but Wang Hao is not that simple now. In fact, he doesn't want to know too much about his grandfather's past. But now, before he dies, he must have his intention to ask Aunt Lin to hand over this Black Feather God Order to him.

Maybe this is grandpa’s last wish.

Wang Hao went down the mountain, and the luxury car on the side of the mountain was gone, which shows that Aunt Lin and the old man had already left.

"Wang Hao, how about it?"

Liu Xian'er and Lin Min walked out from a distance.

"Brother Wang Hao, I just saw my mother and got into that grandpa's car. How could my mother know such a rich person?"

Xiao Min looked strange. Her mother had worked in the factory before she got sick. She was ordinary. Even if she met the factory director, Lin Mingzhu would be nervous. How could such a low-level person know such a rich person? And it seems that the relationship is very close.

"You're thinking too much. Who doesn't have many rich friends in this world?" Wang Hao said directly.

"Too."

Xiao Min didn't think much about it, and Wang Hao then took the two of them to the mountain to worship.

Just as he was halfway through the worship, Wang Hao frowned again. Because another person came, and the person appeared silently on the grave.

"You - who are you?" Liu Xian'er was also shocked.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a long gown and holding a sword in his arms. He looks like an ancient man. If he didn't know, he would have thought he was the one who came out of the film and television city.

The middle-aged man's facial expression did not change at all. He just looked at the grave, then walked to the grave and knelt down. Then he heard that he punched the ground and a pit suddenly appeared in front of the grave.

This shocked Liu Xian'er and Xiao Min, but the middle-aged man took out a package and put it directly in a pit, then buried it in soil.

Wang Hao reached out and wanted to pick up the package and see what was inside.

The middle-aged man did not organize. Wang Hao took the package and opened it and found that it was just a piece of clothing inside. It looked like a long time ago, but he didn't see anything else.

The middle-aged man then took the package from Wang Hao's hand and put it into the pit, then buried it carefully. After burying it, he turned around and left.

"stop--"

Wang Hao got up and called him.

But this cold middle-aged man walked towards the mountain step by step as if he hadn't heard it.

Wang Hao flashed and had already arrived opposite him, and then said, "You come to worship my grandfather, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Your grandpa and I are friends, but not with you."

"I want to know, who is my grandpa? Why are you here to worship him?"

Wang Hao knew that now that the Black Saint was gone, the intelligence network in his hand was gone, and if he wanted to find out this matter, he had to rely on himself.

"You know, it's useless-"

"How do you know it's useless? Look at this-"

Wang Hao suddenly took out the Black Feather God Order, and the middle-aged man looked at it and his face changed.

"The Black Feather God Order, I didn't expect that the Black Feather God Order was indeed in his hands, but now it is a piece of scrap metal."

The middle-aged man shook his head, his eyes showed a sigh, and then he continued to turn and leave.

"If you don't explain it clearly, you won't want to leave."

"In this world, no one can stop me. If you want to live, don't meddle in other people's business. Your grandfather is just a trash collector, do you know?"

A cold look appeared in Wang Hao's eyes, and then he said, "Then do you know, who am I?"

"I don't want to know, and I don't have to know."

"Okay, come out of the sword."

Wang Hao said lightly.

"Draw a sword? There are no more than three people in this world who can make me draw a sword, not including you—"

"Yeah?"

Wang Hao waved his hand, and a sword energy slashed directly at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's face changed. With a wave of his hand, a sword energy also appeared. The two sword energy collided together, and after a muffled sound, it disappeared intovisibility.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man looked up and down at Wang Hao, as if he wanted to see his bones.

"Didn't you just say you didn't want to know? If you don't explain it clearly today, don't want to leave."

"Okay, okay, after so many years, I can meet someone who let me draw my sword again. It seems that God has treated me well."

The middle-aged man looked at the sword in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh in his eyes, and then said, "Three days later, I will still be here. If you can beat the sword in my hand, I will tell you-"

"Why isn't it now? I can't wait for three days, nor do I want to wait for three days." Wang Hao said lightly.

"You don't have a sword in your hand, I won't beat you-"

"Sorry, you can't beat me."

Wang Hao is extremely domineering and confident.

"Arrogant—"

The middle-aged man has no longer had the calmness he had before.

But Wang Hao didn't want to hear him say much, and he was the first to take action. The sword energy, like endless, shot at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and there were also sword energy, but Wang Hao had two hands, and he only had one hand. In desperation, he drew out his sword directly.

"I thought you wouldn't draw your sword-"

"Okay, amazing - but if my sword is unsheathed, I will drink blood."

"Drinking blood is also drinking your own blood. If you can last three moves on my hands today, I will let you go--"

"The younger generation is arrogant - seeking death -"

The middle-aged man was furious and raised the sword in his hand and was about to take action. But at this moment, Wang Hao's body seemed to have suddenly disappeared. When it appeared again, it was already by his side. He subconsciously wanted to chop at Wang Hao, but who knew that Wang Hao directly grabbed his wrist and the three-foot sword. After getting close, he could no longer exert his power.

The middle-aged man's face changed, and another hand subconsciously grabbed Wang Hao's body, but at this moment, Wang Hao's body disappeared again. The middle-aged man's face looked ugly. He felt his arm numb, and his sword had already reached Wang Hao's hand.

The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be unable to believe that all this was true.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Hao with a calm and unstable look.

"Now I want to know? The person in the grave is my grandfather, so what I want to know, you should know. For example, this Black Feather God Order."

"I said, you know it's useless, but you just used words to inspire each other and won the victory while I was unprepared."

"Yeah?"

When Wang Hao heard this, he immediately sneered: "As a swordsman, you were actually angry with someone for a few words. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"I--"

The middle-aged man finally didn't know what to say.
Chapter completed!