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.,What kind of person could do something that would take him three years to deal with,After a few seconds of hesitation, he waved at Hu Yang, "Come on, let's get in the car!"。