Arriving at the southern mountain col, Shen Bangzi ordered his men to find a place to settle down.

After all, he was also a disciple of Hongxiang, and he was still alert. After settling down inside and outside, he personally checked it and arranged for about ten people to stand guard. Each person was given two steamed buns to eat while guarding at night. .

But he didn't give him wine for fear of getting drunk.

It was said that they were setting up camp, but they currently lacked tents and troops, and they had only set up three or five tents in the mountain col, which could accommodate a few small bosses.

The other three hundred men and horses, on the left and right, dispersed and settled in various parts of the mountain col. Each of them found a soft haystack, hugged the weapons at night, and took a nap against the big tree. Even if you have slept.

He waited until Xu Shi, but there was no other sound. Shen Bangzi had a heavy drinking capacity, and he had to drink at least three or four jars before he was satisfied. However, Yang Gong advised him to be careful that day, so he didn't drink enough when he was in Yang Gong's tent. I wanted to be obedient, but I lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

He simply got up and asked the people around him to bring a jar of wine to eat. He was not happy eating alone, so he called the little boss and cronies around him over. He just wanted to get drunk and go to bed early.

After going back and forth, when we arrived, we were already very drunk in the tent. It was the man who regularly changed shifts to patrol and watch. Looking from a distance, we could only see people eating wine in the tent. After finishing the two buns, they felt that it was boring and boring. We found a grass nest and started fighting under our eyes.

In the second half of the night, but at some unknown time, a figure faintly appeared on the path toward the mountain col. The figure drove a little ghost around the camp, and then came back and kowtowed to the man, saying:

"They're all asleep, sir, they're all asleep!"

"..."

"It's just a bunch of rabble after all!"

After hearing this, the man just sneered and called the people following him over.

He is just a small leader, considered a worshiper in the Truth Sect, but he is different from the altar leader who was beheaded earlier. That altar leader brought five hundred followers, most of whom were recruited from Mingzhou. Wuwu Disappointed, extremely conspicuous.

But he only brought a total of twenty people, eight of whom had followed him here from Guanzhou, and twelve who were originally disciples of the Tsing Yi Gang. After the evil ghost in Tsing Yi was killed, they Hiding in the mountains, he was discovered when he went to the countryside and recruited his followers.

They all touched the mountain col with their hands and feet, and sneered to themselves: "Xu Dahu, the master of the sixth altar, is a half-hearted ghost walker. He has little ability. He only received the Hundred Ghost Banner as a reward from our general. He attracts evil spirits. The ghost appears to be extremely powerful."

"Don't look at him being slaughtered, it's because he didn't have enough eyesight."

"Some of the methods in this world can withstand the evil spirits in the army, while others are ineffective when they are overwhelmed by the anger of the people."

"His Hundred Demon Banners are originally very powerful. If we fight alone and give him time to recruit ghosts, I'm afraid even three of them will be no match for me."

"But we happened to meet these brave and brave people. The hundred ghosts were suppressed by their popularity and could not get out to harm people. That's why these bandits swarmed up and chopped them down. I only brought twenty of you here, but We must take advantage of this opportunity to show off our prestige."

"..."

Hearing this, the people under my command said one after another: "Brother just gave orders and wanted to get rewards for his meritorious service. Huaneng won this battle first. Is he afraid that he will be promoted to the altar master when he returns?"

The little leader then said: "Don't ask anything else, just see my flag and join the battle to kill."

"The knife must be quick and the hands and feet must be light!"

"..."

These subordinates agreed, and he went up to the top of the mountain alone. He happened to overlook the mountain col. Shen Dabang arranged his men and stared at the left and right, but happened to not stare at the mountain top behind him.

The child was touched to a high place by him.

Looking up, the moonlight slowly sank into the dark clouds.

The man then untied a bundle from his back, and when he untied it, there was a bronze figure about three feet long.

It was made into a fierce face, with strange angry eyes, and its lips were painted blood red.

The little leader cast a spell on the top of the mountain, bowed four times, then cut his finger with a small silver knife, and then pointed the fingertip at the bronze man's mouth.

Vaguely, the blood oozing out from his fingertips seemed to have been drunk by the bronze man. In the whistling wind beside him, one could even hear the sound of swallowing. He was originally a goddess, but now

But he also gradually became sallow and thin.

After feeding for a long time, he stepped aside, held the bronze man in his hands, placed it upright, and placed it so that it was facing Shen Bangzi and his men who were camped below. Suddenly, a dark wind blew up behind him, and there was a faint sound.

Swinging, it floated straight to the mountain col below.

Where the mountain mist arose, the valley was filled with gloom and gloom, but the group of men and horses who were sleeping drowsily in the mountain col were astonishingly unresponsive.

The man raised his eyes slightly, knowing that the technique was successful, he gasped a few times, took out a small flag from his arms, and waved it downwards.

"Grandpa waved the flag."

There were his direct disciples below, who immediately noticed it and moved forward together to touch it.

Not long after, he saw a sentry sleeping on the side of the road leaning against a tree. He slashed his neck with a knife, picked up the sentry's waist as a replacement, and continued to touch forward, until he reached the mountain col.

I saw that all over the mountain, a group here, a group there, everyone was sleeping, so they assigned their positions and ran in different directions without distinction.

He went up to the sleeping man and stabbed his neck with a sharp and skillful hand, and cut off his head directly.

The dull sound of cutting flesh, the sound of chopping bones, and the sound of blood spurting out of the neck echoed in this mountain col.

This movement was not without alarm. Someone's head was cut off and fell to the ground with a grunt. The people around him were suddenly awakened. For a moment, they saw a blurry figure in front of their eyes, and a burst of blood hit their noses.

If you smell it, you will scream.

But although his eyes were open, he still didn't seem to wake up. He wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound. He wanted to struggle to get the knife, but his body was still asleep and he couldn't move.

As the knife cut into his neck, he didn't even know whether he was dreaming or awake.

The sword rose and fell until he entered the camp. After all, Shen Bangzi had been with the Red Lantern Lady. Although he was a negative spirit and had no source of mana after leaving the Red Lantern Society, he still had intuition. Being alert and confused, I felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, he was about to turn over and jump up. But for a moment, he felt dizzy and heavy-headed. In a blur, he could only see a green-faced evil god with fangs and a bright red mouth, standing on his chest, pressing down on him. I can't wake up myself.

All he saw was the sharp knife, cutting towards his neck.

Reluctantly, this reached its peak.

From Ren Yazi to the Red Lantern Club, and then from the Red Lantern Club to this home...

We haven’t had enough good days yet…

Following this thought, his head was cut off, and he was immediately held in someone's hand. No sound was made, but two lines of blood and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

…

…

"Brother Yang Gong, it's my fault. I shouldn't have been drinking at night."

Ten miles away, Yang Gong checked the camp and just came back. He went to sleep in the tent and suddenly dreamed of Shen Bangzi, holding his own head in his arms, and rushed to his bed, crying: "I'm with you. How many times have I survived a certain death situation with you?"

"I thought I was lucky and God would not accept me so early, but unexpectedly, I lost my life before I could see real wealth and majesty with you..."

"..."

"ah……"

Yang Gong suddenly woke up from the couch, breaking out in a cold sweat. There was no one around him, and only the cold wind quietly dissipated.

"not good!"

He realized something, yelled, jumped up, grabbed a horse, and rushed to the col. The patrollers and sentries around him, as well as several small leaders who were awakened, were all frightened when they saw this, and hurriedly followed behind.

I picked up lanterns and lit torches, and the lights were brightly lit everywhere. When the people and horses heard the noise, they also rushed over. For a moment, there was a chaos in the mountain with horse hooves and shouts.

After rushing to the mountain col, the torch was shining forward, and the sound of shouting suddenly disappeared.

The strong smell of blood poured straight into the nostrils, and everyone seemed to have their necks stuck. They could not make any movement for a long time. They opened their eyes wide, but they only saw a hellish scene.

Obviously before dark, more than 300 people came to this mountain col, but now, there was no living person. Everywhere they looked, there were only human heads tied one by one in the forest. On the tree, he looked straight at me with dry and pale eyes.

There was even a pile on the ground, like a jade, with the desperate and frozen face of Shen Bangzi on the top tip.

"My brother..."

Yang Gong jumped off his horse and wanted to go forward and pick up Shen Bangzi, but for a moment his whole body became cold and he started to cry loudly.

Behind him, the countless young men who had followed him had just won for a while at dawn, full of boldness, but now they were struck by the heads hanging in the forest, and for a moment they felt dizzy and frightened.

.

The hot blood in his body had already cooled down half within a day.

…

…

At the same time, Hu Ma had returned to Zhuangzi in Qingshi Town. He asked Li Wazi and found out that nothing had happened recently, so he said nothing else and placed the stone box he had brought back with him neatly.

On the table in the main room of his inner courtyard.

As for the Punishing Official Sword, he just mentioned it casually and put it in the corner. It didn't have any objection.

When I heard the sound of his return, several people came out of the side room next to me, all of them were excited and laughing.

But it was Zhou Datong and others who also came back from the mine and were going back to the village to celebrate the New Year. They were just a few days late and walked slowly on the road. Now they had just arrived at Zhuangzi. Most of the night, they heard Hu Ma coming back.

Busy coming out to say hello.

Seeing them, Hu Ma was about to give some instructions when he felt a gust of cool wind blowing in from Laoyin Mountain.

He smelled the strong smell of blood in the wind, and his expression changed slightly, and he lost all intention of joking. After a long time, he whispered: "Have a rest early today, and prepare a table for tomorrow."

"Maybe there will be guests coming to this village soon."

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!