"One, two, three, four, five...six?! They are all red ghosts."
The middle-aged man in gray robe felt a chill on his back. He whispered: "I originally felt that my little brother must be a member of the same group of masters of ghosts. I didn't expect that you can control so many things." A powerful ghost at such a young age, so impressive.”
"Uncle, you don't need to praise me so much, right?" Guan Heng smiled slightly: "Since you are not here to help the Moudu tribe, we can't be called enemies for the time being. I haven't asked my senior Gao for his name yet."
When he said this, Guan Heng clasped his fists and bowed his hands in salute, and secretly restrained the six ghosts, making them restrain their momentum and slowly shrink back behind him, thereby showing that there was no obvious hostility.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in gray robe couldn't help but secretly nodded, admiring that although the other party was young and possessed of superb strength, he was not arrogant or impetuous and could be kind to others. He immediately smiled and replied: "So it's little brother Guan Heng, what's my name? Because I feel ashamed of my ancestors, I gave up on it many years ago, so you can just call me 'Ginger'."
"It turns out to be Uncle Jiang." Guan Heng scratched his head at this moment and said: "Uncle Jiang, what I heard from your words just now is that you want to take advantage of the war between the two tribes in Songuo Mountain to let your ghosts feast on the corpses. , is that right?”
"Yes, that's what I meant." The gray-robed man "Jiang" asked at this time: "What? Brother Guan wants to stop me?"
"No, no, no, I don't mean that at all."
Guan Heng waved his hands and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, 'After a big army, there will be a big epidemic.' But after a large-scale fighting, there will definitely be countless corpses. If not dealt with in time, the rotting corpses will spread the disease." , there will also be corpses everywhere causing trouble for the living, I think it is a good thing if you let the ghosts eat the excess corpses."
"Well, I've never heard such a thorough analysis..."
A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on the face of the gray-robed man "Jiang", and he said: "And in the past, I only thought of letting ghosts eat corpses, but I didn't realize the deeper meaning. Haha, little brother, you You are very smart, I really admire you even more."
Having said this, the man in gray robe hugged Guan Heng and said, "Then, I'll take my leave first."
Guan Heng saw that he was leaving, so he raised his voice and asked: "Hey, Uncle Jiang, don't you want to stay and watch the fun?"
"Hahaha, if the Weishui tribe has your help in this battle, they will definitely win. Such a simple ending has made me lose interest in watching the battle."
As soon as he finished speaking, "Jiang"'s figure had slowly disappeared on the forest path: "I won't show up until tomorrow to 'clean up' the corpses of those idiots in the Moudu tribe. Tell me and Chief Xu Fei that Thank you for providing the corpse to entertain my ghost."
"Hey hey hey, I have met more and more fellow ghost messengers recently." Guan Heng watched Jiang's back disappear, and then said to himself: "It's time for me to return to the Weishui tribe village. .”
…
At the same time, Han Zheng, the leader of the Moudu tribe who led more than a thousand of his men to ambush around Songuo Mountain, heard bad news. Han Zheng sent people to the narrow channel of the canyon to retrieve the stolen armor and had just returned. Tell me that the cave where the soldiers were hidden completely collapsed and nothing can be taken out.
In addition, Han Zheng waited and waited, but did not see the spy lurking in the Weishui tribe's village light a torch and send a signal. Now he did not know whether Zhu had dropped scorpion poison into the water source, and he was really worried.
"Chief, it seems that the allies of other small tribes have begun to withdraw." At this time, an elder carrying a giant blade came over and whispered: "There is no signal from the mountain so far, otherwise, we will also withdraw. …”
"shut up!"
"Pah!" The furious Han Zheng threw away his hand and gave the other party a slap in the face. He yelled at the top of his lungs: "I have been waiting for ten years to attack the Weishui tribe, and now you actually let me retreat?! Confuse me! What do you want to do with your military spirit?"
"Qiang" Han Zheng became angrier as he spoke. He suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist and swung it at the opponent: "You useless piece of trash, I'll kill you first to stabilize your heart!"
"Dang!" A heavy halberd suddenly came from the diagonal stab and caught Han Zheng's long sword. Another elder hurriedly advised: "Clan leader, please calm down. Elder Tang made a mistake. He has been loyal to you for many years, please forgive him for once." .”
Elder Tang, who felt he had made a mistake, also quickly said: "Pardon me, Patriarch, forgive me, Patriarch, I will never dare to do this again."
"Bah, you loser. When the war starts later, I will let you rush forward first." Han Zheng spat on the ground and turned away angrily.
Elder Tang was holding back his anger at this time, and the veins on his forehead were popping. He thought to himself: "Han Zheng, you crazy dog, I will see how you can't die a good death!"
At this moment, a Moudu tribe member came striding from a distance. He shouted: "Report to the tribe leader, there are torch signals on the mountain, on the mountain."
"Great!" Han Zheng was ecstatic after hearing this. He immediately raised his sword and shouted to everyone behind him: "Come with me and fight into the Weishui tribe. The more you kill, the more you kill. No one will be spared! Kill kill kill”
"Kill! Charge!" The Moudu tribe army, which had been holding back for half the night, finally found an outlet to vent their anger. They raised their weapons and howled towards the mountain.
…
At this moment, Guan Heng was with Xu Fei, the leader of the Weishui tribe. The two were chatting in the secret underground forging room of his home.
"Hey, I seem to hear someone shouting for death from down the mountain." Guan Heng smiled and said to Xu Fei at this moment: "It seems that the torch signal sent by Zhu Ping really worked."
"Fortunately, this Zhu Ping still has a trace of conscience and has not poisoned the water source in the village. Now he will help us lure those bastards from the Moudu tribe up the mountain. Hey, now the other party will be in trouble."
Xu Fei touched his short beard under his chin and said immediately: "Hey, let's not talk about that. Brother Agou and my nephews have settled the above matters enough. I have to thank you for your help this time." I got the key to open the copper box, otherwise I would have to smash the box next time I want to see the bronze monument."
"Hehehe, you're welcome, just a casual matter."
Guan Heng said: "By the way, I heard the chief Fengpeng of the Bainan tribe say that you are the best at forging boxes for placing various weapons. I have a snow-like bow and arrows. The Hongyun Sword and Jumang Sword are just right. I need a 'Bronze Box for Bows and Swords', what do you think? Chief Xu, is he willing to help?"
"Well..."
Xu Fei was reselling Guan Zi at this time. His eyes kept moving around, and he seemed to be a little hesitant. Guan Heng immediately saw what the other person was thinking, and immediately took out a bamboo tube from his arms and handed it over with a smile: "Here. , five kinds of fruits and mixed fruit wine, this is specially prepared for you."
