On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,Yunyao looked at Hu Yang with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.,As soon as the burly man spoke, he swung a baseball bat and smashed it.。