Trapped in such a cramped space, Wu Gen had no choice but to press his body against the broken beam to protect Zhang Yuan beneath him.
Even though Zhang Yuan captured him from Dafeng Village and became a servant. But to be fair, Zhang Yuan had taken good care of him since he entered the camp, protecting him openly and covertly, so Wu Gen still couldn't do anything to abandon him.
Now that he is trapped here, with food and water cut off for a long time, he may not even be able to escape, and Wu Gen can't help but feel a little frustrated.
He turned around and looked around, took out his saber, and started digging between the beams and pillars, trying to dig out a passage. As soon as he started to move, sand and stones fell from his head, and everything around him was crumbling.
Wu Gen was so frightened that he quickly stopped. Looking at this posture, if he was not careful, he might be buried alive, so he had to stop.
Sitting in the dim space, Wu Gen looked at Zhang Yuan's ferocious and twitching face, and sighed, "Old Zhang, if you die, you will be in a dream, no pain or injury, it will be over. But I will be the leader of the village in the future. I have a bright future, but I have to die here with you, no matter what you say, it’s a loss.”
Thinking of this, Wu Gen raised his head and pointed, "God, how could I, with such a handsome appearance, be so ill-fated and die here in vain?"
After complaining for a long time, there was silence all around, except for stones falling from above from time to time.
Frustrated, Wu Gen took off the wine bottle from his body and drank it in large gulps. Since there was no way to escape, he had to die a full man.
Wu Gen has always had a good drinker. When he was in the village, a bunch of gangsters gathered together to eat meat and drink. They always teased Wu Gen, watching him stagger around and look like a drunken idiot. Over time, I developed a good drinking capacity.
After a long time, Wu Gen only felt that his lower abdomen was bulging. After looking at Zhang Yuan who was still unconscious, he took off his belt and faced the ruins around him, and a wave of heat rushed out.
carefree.
While he was wearing his belt, Wu Gen suddenly stopped and rubbed his eyes.
The scene where I just urinated was a little blurry, like a drop of water on a landscape painting, rendering the scenery in the painting blurry.
Wu Gen sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his cheek with one hand, thinking deeply. It is said that children's urine can ward off evil spirits, could it be...
Looking around, he was buried under the rubble, and the surroundings should be pitch black, but from the beginning to the end, the surrounding scene was clearly visible.
With a slap on the forehead, Wu Gen jumped up, "What kind of evil spirit dares to set up a magic array to confuse the young master? You are really too old to cause trouble and seek death." Wu Gen closed his eyes and raised his knife to chop at random.
With a crash, everything around him began to transform and turn into thousands of fragments, flying in all directions.
The scene in front of him turned around and fell into darkness, with gray fog filling everywhere. The sky is turbid and chaotic, and the earth is dim and chaotic. Looking around, everything is depressed and gloomy.
Having experienced ghosts and monsters, Wu Gen was not too afraid of them.
I don’t know how long I walked before I heard the sound of the river flowing in front of me. In this lifeless space, it was like the sound of nature.
Following the sound, a huge river appeared in front of Wu Gen. The river was blood red, and from time to time something was floating and sinking in it.
Just as he was surprised, there was a sound of chains being dragged.
In the thick fog, a line of people appeared in shackles and covered in blood. Their armors were in tatters and were strung together by a chain hanging in the air. They were walking numbly by the river.
A gust of strong wind blew by, and these people seemed to have been slashed by countless steel knives. Thousands of fine wounds appeared, and their flesh and blood suddenly became blurred.
The people on the chains howled in pain, trying to avoid the strong wind, but the chains tightly connected the shackles on these people, so they could not escape. They could only endure the punishment of being cut to pieces by a thousand cuts.
After the strong wind passed, the chains pulled these people, who were dripping with blood, into the river of blood one by one.
Suddenly, Wu Gen saw Zhang Yuan's figure in the crowd.
Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand towards Wu Gen with a look of prayer on his face.
Just as he was about to take a step, there was a clatter of chains, and thousands of people in armor stretched out their hands towards Wu Gen.
Wu Gen stopped, folded his arms, and looked at everything in front of him coldly.
Seeing that Wu Gen ignored him, the expressions of these people suddenly turned vicious, and they cursed Wu Gen.
At this moment, the surface of the Blood River rolled, and bloody hands stretched out from the water, and corpses floated up from the bottom of the river.
There were men and women, old and young, densely packed together, forming a forest of corpses.
The eyes of these corpses were full of malice, and like wild wolves smelling blood, they swam over one after another and tore at the people who had just entered the river.
Seeing that the man on the chain was about to sink into the river of blood, he fiercely pounced on Wu Gen and pulled him into the river.
In the river, corpses with broken stomachs and foul odors surrounded Wu Gen, like fish gathering in the water, forming a big ball around Wu Gen.
Wu Gen closed his eyes, his head slowly submerged into the river, and his body fell to the bottom of the river along with the corpses around him.
Lying in the mud at the bottom of the river, after a while, Wu Gen's eyes suddenly opened. Black flames surrounded his body. He stood at the bottom of the river like a god of death.
Looking up at the sky, Wu Gen said angrily: "I have also broken through ghosts, and I have also killed strange ghosts. I even tried to trap the leader of the village with some illusions." He raised the knife in his hand high and ran forward with his feet raised.
Wu Gen ran faster and faster, like a crazy bull, and wherever he went, corpses were knocked away.
Splitting the river of blood, Wu Gen stepped on the chains falling from the sky and ran towards the sky with all his strength.
At the end of the chain, in the dark sky, a huge female face appeared. Her eyebrows were like the first moon, her ears were drooped, and her appearance was quite solemn. The woman lowered her head and looked at Wu Gen with anger in her eyes.
"Hahaha, the real master is here. Even with small tricks, he wants to surrender to me. Anyone who dares to block my way, even the immortal master, will kill him." Wu Gen smiled grimly and raised his hands high. With the knife, his body bent backwards into an arch shape, and he slashed hard on the woman's forehead.
With a click, the woman's beautiful face cracked. The cracks gradually widened, and the entire body shattered like porcelain. As the woman was scattered, everything around her disappeared.
Wu Gen found that he was back in the Xiangtang, still in a chopping posture with a knife, but his face was a little pale.
I never thought that this woman looked scary, but her methods were so sparse, and she was killed so easily.
Even if the illusion was broken, it still took a lot of mental energy, and Wu Gen could not help but feel dizzy.
He forced himself to stand up and found a bug as thick as a human waist and several feet long next to him. There was a woman's face at the front of the insect, with horror written all over it.
Deng Deng, taking a few steps back, Wu Gen held the knife in both hands and looked at the strange insect in front of him warily.
After waiting for a long time, the insect fell to the ground motionless.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Gen stepped forward cautiously and tentatively stabbed it with a knife, but there was no response. It turned out that the bug was already dead.
Afraid of another accident, Wu Gen stabbed the knife into the insect's body with all his strength. With a hiss, the insect's body deflated, shrinking little by little, until finally, the entire insect's body disappeared.
Cang, a colorful stone the size of a pigeon egg fell from the sky. Holding it in his hand, his mind suddenly became confused.
This small stone actually has hallucinogenic effects, which is quite a good thing. Being able to get this thing is a worthwhile trip. Wu Gen had no choice but to carefully put it away, hang the stone by his waist, and drag Zhang Yuan away from Xiangtang without touching it with his body.
When they were outside, the dazzling sunlight fell, Wu Gen let out a long breath, and saw the sun again. It felt so good to be alive.
After placing Zhang Yuan on the carriage, Wu Gen took some water and slowly poured it into his mouth.
Zhang Yuan's breathing gradually calmed down, and his face became calmer. It seemed that there was nothing serious, but his brows were furrowed and he was still unconscious.
Because of his body, Wu Gen did not dare to leave immediately. He returned to Xiangtang and buried the three dead people on the spot. After being bored, he wandered around the sand-covered Guancheng.
Walking on the sand-covered wall, a gap appeared in front of me. I don't know whether it collapsed due to disrepair or was broken by a powerful enemy. There is very little sand around, revealing the broken walls.
The handle of a knife was clearly exposed on the wall, and the blade was deeply inserted into the stone of the wall. Wu Gen's heart moved, he jumped down the gap and walked over, trying to pull out the knife.
The knife had been inserted here for unknown years, and it had almost become one with the wall. Even with a lot of effort, it could not be pulled out.
Since practicing the Yi Jing, Wu Gen thinks that his arm strength has greatly increased. He could easily lift a horse, but today he can't even pull out a knife.
Wu Gen has always been a man who takes advantage of the weak and refuses to take the hard. He gets angry, tightly grasps the handle of the knife with both hands, breaks the horse's stance, secretly uses his luck, and pulls it out with all his strength. Finally, the handle of the knife gradually became loose.
Suddenly, dark clouds rolled up in the sky, and an inexplicable strong wind blew up. The sand and stones on the ground swirled and whizzed towards Wu Gen.
Looking at the sky with squinted eyes, Wu Gen was filled with anger and the birds were noisy. Even if the King of Heaven came today, he would still be able to draw the sword by himself.
With a shout, the knife was finally pulled out, and Wu Gen sat down on the ground. Before he had time to look at the knife in his hand, he felt the world was spinning, the rumbling sound was incessant, and the wall beside him was flying with rocks, and it collapsed for several miles in succession.
After a long time, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the surroundings became calm again. The sun shines down from the clouds, creating a peaceful and beautiful scene.
Bah, bah, Wu Gen stood up from the sand in disgrace and looked around in surprise. The section of city wall that was firmly adjacent to Guancheng had all collapsed, bringing the sand and soil in Guancheng with it, causing half of Guancheng to be destroyed.
Looking around with stern eyebrows, Wu Gen covered his eyes and hurried towards Xiangtang, muttering: "I didn't do it. If your ancestors want to blame, just blame the weak wall."
When he arrived at Xiangtang, Wu Gen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this place was far away from the wall and was not greatly affected.
After sitting down next to the carriage, Wu Gen finally had the time to look at the knife in his hand.
This sword has a horizontal black blade, only half the size of a military saber, and looks like a broken sword. Moreover, the blade was rusty and covered with red spots, which looked like blood stains. Even the hatchet looked sharper than it.
It was meant to be a drink of blood before the battle, but as time went by, the ruins were covered with dust, and its owner had also turned into a white skeleton.
With a sigh, Wu Gen threw the knife casually. This sword is no longer useful, so it would be better to keep it here with its owner. It would be a good start and a good end.
But after a while, Wu Gen took it out again.
There is a legend in the army that the sword of a hundred battles is often soaked in blood and has a strong evil spirit. When the sword was drawn out, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared. It seems that there must be many souls who died under the sword.
My Barren Tomb Ridge is not a peaceful place, so it would be better to take this knife back and use it as a nightmare-suppressing thing.
After waiting in Guancheng for a day, Zhang Yuan finally woke up. Looking at the unkempt Wu Gen outside the car, he hesitated for a long time and said: "Wu Gen, am I dead or alive now?"
Wu Genzheng was concentrating on roasting the sheep's head. Yes, it was one of the three sacrifices. Since the sacrifice has ended in a hurry, if you get some for yourself, your ancestors will not blame you.
Hearing Zhang Yuan's voice, he stepped forward to help him up, raised the sheep's head in his hand, and answered the question, "Do you want to eat it?"
Zhang Yuan had been in coma for many days and was already hungry. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and understood what Wu Gen meant, "Where are the other three."
"died."
"Dead?" Zhang Yuan closed his eyes, and after a while he opened his eyes and asked, "Who killed him?"
"My Lord Zhang, you have just woken up. It is not too late to eat something first and then ask questions. The reason why I have been staying here is because I am afraid of causing a fishy smell. If you don't wake up, I will definitely be killed as a servant. If you doubt it, you can only run away and join Daxia." Wu Gen said angrily.
Zhang Yuan sighed, sat up against the carriage, and took the food that was handed to him.
Beside the bonfire at night, accompanied by the crackling sound of burning willow branches, Wu Gen recounted everything that happened in the hall.
Looking at the colorful stones Wu Gen took out, Zhang Yuan's eyes were confused, his face turned pale, and he backed away, "Hurry, take this thing farther away."
Putting the stone away, Wu Gen asked: "What on earth is that insect with a woman's face that can kill people?"
Zhang Yuan pondered for a long time, then slowly said: "I once heard a warlock say that a kind of monster sometimes appears in the dark place of the Yellow Springs, Sand and Sea. This creature has an insect body and a human face. It is said that it is made of the obsession of the remaining souls. But no one can tell its origin.
This insect is called a mirage, and there is nothing terrible about it. It is just good at confusing people's hearts, creating illusions, and making a living by absorbing people's negative emotions. The illusion is very powerful. If you are addicted to it and cannot come out, you can only exhaust your essence and die in the illusion.
The five-color stone, called the Mirage Pearl, contains the essence of the mirage, which can confuse people's minds and most people are not allowed to approach it. This item is extremely precious and can only be produced by a mirage that has practiced for many years. "
Speaking of this, Zhang Yuan looked a little painful, as if he remembered the experience in the illusion, and then said again: "I didn't expect you to be able to kill the mirage, but you also have superpowers. Thank you very much this time, go back I will definitely ask for credit for you later."
Wu Gen waved his hands repeatedly, "My Captain Zhang, when you go back, just say that you can kill the mirage by yourself and save me."
Zhang Yuan asked somewhat strangely: "Why is that so?"
Wu Gen sighed, "I am just a servant, if someone knows that I have this kind of ability, and I encounter such evil things in the future, I should be the first one to rush forward to support you. Brother Zhang, Master Zhang, please save me." For your sake, please spare my life." He raised his hands above his head and bowed repeatedly.
Zhang Yuan was startled, and then said after a while: "That's what you said, that's all. After a while, I will think of ways to see if I can get a match with you. However, I'm afraid I can't keep the mirage. It has to be handed in as evidence...
No, please keep it far away, so as not to confuse your mind. "Looking at Wu Gen who handed over the mirage bead without hesitation, Zhang Yuan was so frightened that he stepped back.
After agreeing, Wu Gen put away the mirage and put it back beside him. He didn't see any discomfort.
Zhang Yuan also realized at this time that since Wu Gen could save himself from the mirage, it is impossible to say that he has any restraint ability.
But he doesn’t know that all this is still thanks to him. Wu Gen had been in and out of ghosts and ghosts many times in the Barren Tomb Ridge, and his spirit had become much stronger due to the honing of his soul, so he naturally had some resistance to illusions and the like.
After a night's rest, the two of them hit the road and prepared to return to the camp.
After walking out of Guancheng for a long time, Wu Gen suddenly felt something in his heart. He sat on the carriage shaft and looked back.
I saw a crow circling back and forth over Guancheng, as if looking for something.
