Mr. Cha fell in a pool of blood, his neck was almost broken, his eyes became black and white, looking at the stars in the sky.
The starry sky in the small fishing village is more beautiful than here. The stars at night are like gems inlaid on black velvet.
At that time, he and his sister always watched the stars on the roof and made all kinds of weird wishes. Now that I think about it, none of them have come true.
My only wish now is that my sister can wake up...
He said silently in his heart, a girl's cunning smile seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and a silver bell-like chuckle sounded in his ears.
He seemed to be back under the starry sky, listening to the waves lapping at the shore.
The blood seeps into the earth, like a school of flexible fish, swimming towards a certain space in the heart of the mountain.
The eyes with gradually dilated pupils looked at the young man standing in the distance. It was this person who became the biggest stumbling block in his plan.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish on the shore, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito or fly, "I really can't figure it out, how could it be you?"
This young man who was supposed to die in Daoxiang Village not only solved the strange invasion, but also made great progress until he cut off his own head.
If someone had told him at the beginning of the plan that this would be the outcome, he would have simply dismissed it.
Now, he regretted not paying attention to Lu Chen's variable and killing him personally.
This way I can at least see my sister again.
"Why can't it be me?" Lu Chen held the black gold sword and held the handle with both hands.
The sharp blade fell silently and inserted into Mr. Zha's neck. There was a sudden feeling of tearing flesh and blood.
"This knife is for the people who died in your plan."
The blade flickered quietly, and his head rolled down like a ball into the dried blood.
At this point, Mr. Zha was killed at the neck.
The full moon sinks in the mountains, a red sun leaps over the mountains, the cold wind blows in the mountains, and the crisp birdsong echoes in the mountains.
The whispers in the ears of the people who had fallen to the ground and screamed disappeared, and what followed was the sound of wind, birdsong, and the fresh mountain air.
Song Yu stood in the mountain breeze, her hair swaying in the wind, looking at the undulating mountain forest, and suddenly let out a long and cheerful roar.
Wang Tu sat down on the ground, not caring about his image at all, and collapsed on the ground like mud, like a child weighing two hundred pounds.
"Fortunately, everyone survived." Li Baishan touched the envelope on his chest, exhaled heavily, and rubbed his stiff cheeks.
Commander Song looked at the young man in the distance. A ray of morning light was shining on his face. He looked quite handsome and had a deep sense of exhaustion in his expression.
But this young man was the biggest contributor to the encirclement and suppression of the Yushan Sword Sect.
Whether it was leading the team to break through the Baishui Cliff blockade, killing groups of ninth-level bloodlines, or killing the leader of the White Tiger Gang and Lord Cha.
Whenever there was a link in this, and Lu Chen didn't take action, what greeted them would not be victory but a painful blow.
"Master Zheng, how do you feel?" Lu Chen helped Master Zheng down to the wall.
"I can't die." Mr. Zheng opened his eyes, which still contained a lot of blood. He looked at Lu Chen, who had a calm face.
"You have the grace of me when I was young. Will you follow me to Fucheng after this?"
Lu Chen looked at the huge rising sun, like a huge furnace, "What kind of place is Fucheng?"
"That's the real world, where the arrogant people are like dragons, and only there are those who have the qualifications to reach heaven."
Master Zheng coughed, somewhat recalling the glorious past, "Only there is the way to the realm of Tao and Dharma."
"Then you must go and have a look." Lu Chen nodded.
Next, the soldiers searched every building and found the servants who were hiding and the villagers who were locked in the dungeon and had no time to become strange.
Master Zheng's face turned rosy, apparently suppressing the old wounds in his body for the time being. He said to Lu Chen: "You are the biggest contributor to the encirclement and suppression of the Yushan Sword Sect.
"You can choose any three items found during the search."
Lu Chen became interested. Naturally, he was curious about Mr. Cha's belongings.
After all, this is the person who launched the Divine Sacrifice, and the items he possesses are naturally not simple.
"What is the purpose of checking the master?" Lu Chen asked.
"Such rituals involving gods must involve things that cannot be done by humans, such as praying for large-scale disasters and praying for the resurrection of dead people."
Lord Zheng shook his head, "Judging from the ritual, he is praying to the gods for power far beyond his own, but other purposes cannot be ruled out."
"What we can do now is to investigate Thousand Blades Mountain and either destroy or seal everything involved in the ritual."
...
Liangshan County, Baiwei Garden.
Before the incident in Babaolou, Baiweiyuan was famous as the second-in-command.
A few days ago, when he saw that the Babao Tower was mysteriously destroyed and that it would take at least six months to rebuild, the shopkeeper of Baiweiyuan started to think about it.
He specially invited storytellers from other counties and opened a stage in his restaurant. He told the whole story of the Babaolou incident in the lobby every day.
Business is getting better and better.
Today, the Baiwei Garden is packed with guests, sitting at the dinner table, listening to the storyteller with great interest.
"Everyone, let's not talk about our Babao Tower for now."
Someone in the crowd was dissatisfied, and the tea cup was slapped on the table, splashing a little water, "Why don't you tell me, I came to your Baiwei Garden, do you really think your food is delicious?"
"Besides the Babao Tower, what else can be considered exciting in Liangshan County?!"
The storyteller was not upset at all, "The Babao Tower is not comparable to what I am about to say. This is an earth-shattering event."
People talked a lot, and some people hesitated, "Is this the encirclement and suppression of the Yushan Sword Sect?"
"I heard that the news is blocked there, and even passing through is not allowed."
"That's not true. My kid sneaked over and took a look. The mountaintops were shattered."
"Storytellers, please tell everyone. We've been making trouble for a few days, and we people are very curious."
The corner of the storyteller's mouth curled up, "After today, the Yushan Sword Sect will no longer exist. What is left is the leader of the Zhiguai Division in Liangshan County!"
There was a roar in the crowded restaurant, and the noise was like the sound of boiling water rolling. The guests were shocked. Does this mean that the Yushan Sword Sect is over?
"Commander Lu, is he the one from Babaolou?"
"When I was seventeen years old, I almost joined the Yushan Sword Sect. Unexpectedly, forty years later, this sect would be gone."
"This is a sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The news is too sudden."
The storyteller's words arouse the curiosity of the guests.
"Let's talk about last night's shocking battle. It was precisely because of this battle that Lu Shen got a prestigious name: Tiger on the Mountain!"
The storyteller is very skilled. He can lay the foundation for the story of the encirclement and suppression of the Yushan Sword Sect last night in just one sentence.
From Lu Chen receiving Master Zheng's secret order, he went to Songshan Camp to assemble an elite team, to slashing through the top of Thousand Blades Mountain with a sword, and then to killing Master Cha, the culprit.
His words are concise and his tone is very contagious. He tells the twists and turns of the story and makes Lu Shen, the mountain tiger, very charming.
The guests' blood boiled when they heard that Yun Xiaojian was captured by Lu Shen for causing harm to Xiahe Village and was handed over to the villagers to pay with their blood.
"A good man like me should be like Commander Lu. This is a real man."
"This Lu Shen is really so powerful. That Yun Xiaojian is the young master of the Yushan Sword Sect, and the Yunlong Sword in his hand is extremely powerful."
"Isn't Commander Lu great? Fuck you, Babaolou is the one who saved my life, Lao Hu!"
The guests argued about Lu Shen's strength and became very noisy.
The storyteller was happy to see this scene. He clapped the gavel to attract everyone's attention and detailed the details of the encirclement and suppression of the Yushan Sword Sect.
...
Ordinary people must not stay here in Thousand Blades Mountain at night.
Before, some people who handled the corpse didn't believe it and made a bet with others to spend the night on the mountain.
The next day, he was found hanging from a tree, with scratches all over his body. It seemed that he had been scratched by countless hands before he died.
Darkness surged like a tide, and the once bustling mountain gate became deserted.
A large number of corpses were buried on the spot, causing the mountain behind to become a mass grave. There is a four-foot-square hole in the middle, which is still being excavated.
At night, the wind here is howling, the temperature is much lower than other places, and some places will freeze.
Master Zha was thrown into the pit, and his head was missing, leaving only a headless body.
I don’t know how much time passed, but there were slight footsteps in the darkness, dry branches were trampled to pieces, and a group of birds flew into the sky in shock.
The night became darker, like thick thick ink, and there was a low murmur in the air.
Dark ink clouds were pressing down on the treetops, as if they were about to fall down, and a clear ringing of bells rang out in the empty mass grave.
Snow-white bare feet like jade, vermilion round nails, fingers as small as beans, and a string of golden bells hanging on the ankles, the crisp sound echoing in the wind.
The slim-fitting gold lotus leaf dress highlighted her graceful figure, with an oval face, a high nose, and clear eyes like lake water in early spring.
Qishang Saixue's skin is breakable, and the lines on her face are three-quarters soft and seven-quarters graceful, like a delicate porcelain doll.
She held Lord Cha's head, and the black mist in all directions receded, and he respected her like a god.
Snow-white feet stopped in front of Mr. Cha, and his clear eyes looked at the headless corpse.
She spliced the head onto the corpse, hugged her knees and sat next to him, looking at Mr. Cha quietly, stroking his cheek with her slender fingers.
"I, I'm back." The girl's voice was clear, but it seemed like she hadn't spoken for many years, and she shouted hard, "Brother."
The cold corpse did not respond, only the mountain wind made the forest sea rustle.
"Brother, sister is back." Her words became smooth and a little anxious.
The mountain breeze is even louder.
Cha Xiaoyu knelt beside the corpse, with dense black bloodshot eyes appearing on his face, and his clear eyes turned into pure darkness.
Her eyes were like a deep ocean, and an extremely huge shadow could be vaguely seen, and the ultimate evil erupted from her body.
She held her head with one hand and her chest with the other. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes, and her voice was no longer crisp, like a wild beast that had suddenly awakened.
"I'm back!"
There was silence all around, a deathly silence, like a kingdom transformed into death.
The fingers, which were like wriggling tentacles and covered with thin black whiskers, touched the center of Mr. Cha's eyebrows.
Cha Xiaoyu closed her eyes and saw the man wearing a black uniform with red fish tattoos on it and holding a long black knife.
"This knife is for all the people who died in your plan."
As Lu Chen said this, he cruelly cut off his brother's head with one blow.
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