Si Wulu looked up at the falcon that was constantly circling in the sky, silently calculating the time for night to fall in his heart. At this time, he was lurking in a pile of dead leaves and buried his body in the soil, with only one eye exposed to observe everything around him.
His clothes were already black and red, the traces of dried human blood. His whole body was covered with the feces and mud of various animals, and his whole body exuded a strong smell. He was no different from a beggar on the streets of the imperial capital.
The only difference was that there was a hint of light in Si Wulu's eyes inadvertently. It was a look that was unwilling to accept his fate and was unwilling to surrender to his fate. It was a look that the beggars on the streets of the imperial capital had never had.
At this time, almost two weeks had passed since the battle in the canyon that night. After escaping these days, he had many battles with a strange-looking military commander who claimed to be a master of the Seven Ghosts. Although he was defeated, Si Wulu was still able to escape unscathed every time with the excellent body skills in the Emperor Wu's Scripture.
I once thought that after cultivating the Emperor Martial Scripture, I would be able to escape unscathed even from those with divine general abilities. Now he is just a great military commander, but he has also forced himself into such a desperate situation. After all, he still underestimated the strong men in the world. Si Wulu smiled mockingly.
But he would never regret that exposing himself was a matter for those with abilities. Throughout the ages, the top experts were all killed out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. So he is equally fearless.
The barking of hounds could be heard faintly in the wind. It was originally just a one-on-one pursuit, but after Si Wulu escaped from the seven ghosts several times, he became so angry that he summoned others to hunt Si Wu Lu without respecting martial ethics. The hounds and falcons they carried made Si Wulu particularly uncomfortable.
After a few days, although he did not suffer any serious injuries, Si Wulu was already exhausted. In the end, Si Wulu smeared himself with feces and chose to act at night, and the situation improved. Because falcons cannot capture his tracks at night, and animal excrement renders the hunting dog's nose useless.
However, it was also because Si Wulu chose to travel at night that he could not complete the journey that originally took him only a few days to return to the wilderness.
You must know that even a person with the ability of a warrior can run at full speed, which is far beyond the speed of a war horse. When the team rode into the Kitahara Ghost Side, it was just to save energy.
Although Si Wulu felt uncomfortable, Si Wulu believed that the other party felt even worse. These days, Onikiri has killed hundreds of people, which is equivalent to his achievements in suppressing bandits several times. No matter how worthless the trash cannon fodder is, it is still a human life. Si Wulu believed that the Seven Ghosts were on the verge of despair at this time.
As the last ray of sunset disappeared, darkness fell as promised. Si Wulu knew that halftime was over.
I saw Si Wulu take out a thin strip of raw meat from his arms and put it into his mouth. He was not seen chewing it. Instead, he swallowed it raw, then closed his eyes and remained motionless there.
Of course, Si Wulu was definitely not enjoying the deliciousness brought by this raw meat stick. At this time, his mouth was filled with an extremely strong fishy smell. He was just trying to recall some happy past events to distract his attention.
This escape game requires sufficient physical strength, and only high-protein meat can maintain this high-intensity physical strength. Barbecue over a fire is undoubtedly a recipe for death. In order to survive, Si Wulu chose to eat alive.
"I must survive. I haven't lived enough. I still have a lot of things to do. No matter what means I use, I must survive." He roared crazily deep in his heart.
The fishy smell of raw meat made Si Wulu feel worse than death. If he had a choice, he would rather get stabbed than continue to swallow this raw meat. At a certain moment, Si Wulu even had the urge to destroy his tongue, but considering that he would need it to speak in the future, he could only do it.
As for the strips of raw meat, they were of course cut from the hounds carried by the enemy. In the words of Butcher Lin, this is called fighting to support war.
When Si Wulu first joined the army, he heard that people from Kitahara Kigata liked to cut off the hearts, livers and other internal organs of prisoners of war alive to drink. But Si Wulu didn't have this perverted hobby of eating people alive, so he just cut off the meat from the enemy's dog.
After a while, Si Wulu took out another strip of raw meat from his arms and continued to swallow it raw. After swallowing several raw meat sticks in a row, Si Wulu quietly got up and took action.
This place is already very close to the border of the wilderness. Before leaving the territory of Beiyuan Guifang, Si Wulu wants to do something that he has always wanted to do these days but has not done it. Because there is only one such opportunity, Si Wulu will not reveal his true inner intentions until he is fully sure of it.
The idea of hunting down a powerful general who is far more powerful than oneself in the opponent's home court sounds crazy, and it seems that there is no chance at all. But if the opponent makes a mistake, the outcome will be difficult to predict.
After these days of contact, Si Wulu found that Qi Guizhong was an extremely arrogant person, and he was also a person who could never accept his own failure. This would mean that the closer he got to the wilderness frontier, the more anxious he would become, and eventually his mentality would become unbalanced.
These days, especially recently, the Seven Ghosts are always the first to arrive at the scene where clues to Si Wu Lu are found, which is enough to explain everything.
Moreover, since the others participated in the hunt, Si Wulu has never taken action against the Seven Ghosts again. All the ghosts killed were those small fish soldiers. Si Wulu believed that this would also give the Seven Ghosts an illusion, thinking that Si Wulu would not dare to take action against him.
"Although the life of the Guifang general Da Tianshi is far less precious than the lives of the people of the Huang clan, we can't come to the Beiyuan Guifang in vain." Si Wulu pulled out the roots of the grass, put it in his mouth and started chewing it. Reduce the fishy smell in your mouth.
He already had a comprehensive plan in mind, so Si Wulu began to carefully observe the surrounding terrain to increase his chances of winning the hunt for the Seven Ghosts, and also began to prepare for the next bloody battle.
In this game of hunting and escape, the identities of the hunter and the prey may be interchanged at any time. It depends on who of the two parties is more skilled and has the last laugh.
Si Wulu frowned. The terrain nearby was not in line with his ideal ambush place, so Si Wulu continued to explore. A few minutes later, a creek appeared in front of Si Wulu. There were some sparse bushes near the creek.
Finally, Si Wulu turned his gaze to the piles of sparse bushes. The corners of his mouth raised, revealing an inexplicable smile. I saw him carefully untying the explosive fruit on his back, taking out a clean rag with blood stains from his arms, and then strode towards the bushes.
Exploding Fruit, as the name suggests, is a fruit that is about the same size as an ordinary pear and explodes when touched lightly. A wild fruit that is very common in both the Eastern Wilderness Continent and the Northern Plains Continent. Although this kind of fruit can produce explosions, its power is not very good, and it is far inferior to the firecrackers used during festivals.
The power of one exploding fruit is not that great, but the power of hundreds of exploding fruits exploding together is quite impressive. Of course, even hundreds of them would not be able to cause any physical harm to a military commander, Datianshi.
Soon after, two huge hounds appeared in front of a pile of bushes by the creek, barking and circling.
Immediately afterwards, a group of people dressed in ghost-style clothes quickly rushed to the scene. One of them screamed when he saw the bloody cloth in the bushes and tried to reach for it, but was stopped by another person walking with him. At the same time, someone sent a signal into the sky.
The next moment, the seven ghosts, accompanied by countless petals, slowly descended from the air, as if gods descended to earth, majestic and majestic.
When everyone saw this, they immediately made way.
The Seven Ghosts scanned the entire audience, and he enjoyed the admiring looks in their eyes. He looked at the bloody strip of cloth in the bushes, frowned, and then motioned to his men to reach for it.
At this time, a very clever-looking man emerged from the crowd, stumbled to the bushes, and stretched out his hand to untie the cloth.
"Boom." As soon as the man took off the cloth, there was a shocking explosion, countless feces flew into the sky, and at the same time, an extremely stinky smell quickly filled the air. Such a shocking change caused everyone present on the ghost side, including the Seven Ghosts, to activate protective wards one after another.
The Seven Ghosts suddenly felt a sticky mud-like object on their face, so he reached out and wiped it on his face. Instantly, a pungent odor came from his hands.
He was born into a famous family in Guifang. He had amazing talents since he was young and his status was extremely noble. He had never seen such filthy things before, let alone touched them. He suddenly felt uncomfortable and disgusted all over.
"You are a pariah of the Desolate Tribe, I am going to chop you alive." At this moment, he was furious and extremely angry. The aura of the general's great heavenly position came out violently, shocking the surrounding area.
Fortunately, there was a stream a few steps away, and the next moment, he ran away at a speed rarely seen in his life.
"You are a pariah of the desert tribe, I will make sure that you cannot live or die." He squatted down by the stream and washed his hands eagerly.
At the moment when the seven ghosts' hands were immersed in the water, a long-planned demon sword burst out of the water. I saw Si Wulu leaping out of the water like a dragon out of the sea, and at the same time Onikiri attacked the unsuspecting Seven Ghosts with the force of destroying the world.
The Seven Ghosts were frightened by this sudden turn of events. Previously, his thoughts were all on the disgusting excrement on his hands and face. He never thought that Si Wulu would ambush in the creek.
However, the Seven Ghosts are also high-ranking military commanders and experienced in hundreds of battles. In this moment of life and death, he pushed forward with both hands, and at the same time, an original energy barrier was quickly formed in front of him.
But the moment the Seven Ghosts took action, he regretted it. Because he suddenly remembered that what Siwu Lu was holding was the second-generation Onikiri. It was not only a demon sword, it was also known as the first sword among the ten famous swords of Onikawa. This is also an important reason for his crazy pursuit of Si Wulu these days.
The sword carried by Onikiri was like a sky-shattering rainbow, and with unrivaled power, it directly chopped the hands in front of him into pieces. In the next moment, a huge head flew up out of the air.
"Ah! Ah!" Everyone present at Guifang couldn't believe what they were seeing. The first few to react quickly drew their swords and rushed towards Si Wulu.
"Untouchable of the Desolate Tribe, you deserve to die." Others who reacted also shouted and rushed over.
Although the opponent has a large number of people and a strong killing intent. But Si Wulu did not flinch. Instead, he kicked the headless corpses of the Seven Ghosts away, took a step forward, and pointed his knife at everyone with a murderous expression.
If you choose to hunt, if you choose to be a hunter, you must have the consciousness of being a prey, and you must also have the consciousness of death.
In the world of capable people, if you are not strong enough, it usually means that life and death depend on the joy and anger of others.
Now, Si Wulu was in a bad mood, so he had no interest in letting his enemy survive.
A few minutes later, there was already a Shura field beside the stream. Countless limbs and broken arms were scattered randomly, and rivers of blood flowed everywhere.
However, no one will care, because there is no room for lambs in this world.
