Anhe knew that as a dead warrior of the corpse-stitching line, as early as when the ancestor Lumingshan established the corpse-stitching line, the twelve dead warriors were the foundation of the gang, and the fire was passed down from generation to generation, and it has been passed down to this day.
In fact, the Twelve Dead Soldiers is just a code name. It is an iron-clad military camp and flowing soldiers. If someone among them goes to die, someone will naturally replace him. There will always be people who continue to fight for the lineage of sewing corpses and move forward bravely.
The continuity of the corpse-stitching line to this day has a lot to do with the rules set by the ancestor.
This rule has been a mysterious legend for hundreds of years since the beginning of corpse sewing.
These twelve dead men are extraordinary. They are a group of corpse stitchers with great skills and faith. With their immortal faith and extraordinary craftsmanship, they have allowed the lineage of corpse stitching to be passed down and carried forward.
When the Patriarch Luming Mountain founded the corpse-stitching line, he knew deeply that in order to pass on this sect, there must be a group of warriors who are not afraid of life and death. They must have firm beliefs and unyielding fighting spirit. In order to complete the work of sewing the corpse under various difficult and difficult conditions, the corpse can regain life.
These twelve dead men are a group of people who use their lives as a bet, struggle on the edge of life and death again and again, and use their beliefs and skills to complete impossible tasks again and again.
Their name is just a code name, which has been passed down in the corpse stitching lineage for hundreds of years and has become a legendary existence.
But their names are not just code names, they are dusty memories and fragments of history, recording a series of thrilling adventures.
In the secret history of the Corpse Sewing lineage, their names are carefully passed down. Every successor understands that behind these names is an eternal mission, but what few people know is that their existence is In order to maintain the balance of the world and protect the tranquility of mankind.
However, as time goes by, those once thunderous names are gradually forgotten, leaving only legends.
Even though the current corpse-stitching lineage is being squeezed out, being used to heretical practices, and being stigmatized as 'evil heretics', the Twelve Dead Soldiers have always been loyal to the corpse-stitching lineage and will never abandon it. This may be the so-called cultural inheritance.
Despite all the difficulties and hardships they faced, the Twelve Dead Soldiers always adhered to their beliefs and mission. They found their roots and belonging in the inheritance of the Corpse Sewing lineage, and firmly believed that only through persistence and hard work can they achieve success. This almost forgotten skill has been revived.
They continue to practice the art of sewing corpses. Every stitch and every thread is made with their sweat and tears. They endure the namelessness and loneliness, but they have never wavered in their faith.
They know that only by persisting can they leave a little trace of themselves in the world.
And they not only have to pass on the memory of the Corpse Sewing lineage, but a more important task is to protect the safety of the three major sacrificial vessels of the Corpse Sewing lineage at the risk of their lives.
Outsiders only know the three major sacrificial vessels of the Sewing Corpse lineage as the Underworld Lamp, the Underworld Ring, and the Underworld Mirror.
But the Corpse Sewing lineage, especially direct disciples like Yu Huo, naturally know the true uses of these three things. They are the "Netherworld Lamp", the "Undead Ring" and the "Corpse Bone Mirror". Their power is to sew the corpse. Corpse lineage is the key to fighting against the power from the underworld.
The three major sacrificial vessels complement each other and are indispensable. If one of them is missing, it will bring unforeseen disasters to the Yin and Yang world.
Anhe didn't know about the life and death circle between the three major sacrificial vessels, but as a dead soldier, he certainly knew the consequences of the underworld lamp being taken away.
Therefore, no matter what, he will try his best to protect Ming Lan, even if it costs his life.
As one of the twelve guardians of the Corpse Sewing lineage, Anhe is well aware of the heavy responsibility he shoulders. Now he is facing so many ambushing killers with a huge disparity in power. If he wants to break out of the encirclement, there is only one way, and that is to stay by himself. Resist powerful enemies, find a way to fight a bloody path, and let Mo Wen bring millions of crescent bones with the underworld lantern.
Anhe knows his tasks and responsibilities well, and his heart is as solid as a rock. Although he does not know the life and death circle between the three major sacrificial vessels, he understands the importance of protecting the Underworld Lantern. So, without any hesitation, he decisively made his choice.
There are more and more enemies coming from the direction of Anhe. It seems that they are well prepared. They will never give up easily until they snatch the Underworld Lantern. While dealing with the powerful enemies attacking him, Anhe approaches his partner Mo Wen and arrives. When Mo Wen was around, An He breathed a sigh of relief.
Anhe immediately took off the backpack on his back and handed it to Mo Wen, saying: "It seems that the days of you and me as a duo have expired. For the great cause of the recovery of the Sewing Corpse lineage, we must not let the Ming Lantern be destroyed." In our hands, this way, I will attract the enemy later and you can find a chance to escape. As long as you reach the Crescent Bone, the Underworld Lantern will be safe."
"Anhe, what are you doing? We must die together. Didn't we agree before?"
Anhe had to face a powerful enemy alone and die alone. For Mo Wen, who had been his partner for a long time, this trip was extremely painful and heart-wrenching, but she knew that as a dead soldier in the corpse-stitching lineage , has long since given up her emotions and desires, no matter how deep her feelings for Anhe are, at this moment, she should put the love between her children behind.
After all, the dark river is not torment. During these days with his partner Mo Wen, his feelings for her are a lesson to be learned from heaven and earth. However, in the face of the great cause of recovery of the Sewing Corpse lineage, personal emotions are as light as a feather and not worth mentioning. carry.
"Awen, you know the rules of the Corpse Sewing Lineage, and you also know why the sect master let the two of us go together. It is to let us know that when encountering such a situation, one person must come out no matter what. You Understand?"
An He's sincere words mean that Mo Wen doesn't know the rules of the Corpse Sewing lineage. The life and death of the Corpse Sewing lineage guarded by the twelve dead men is the lifeblood of the Corpse Sewing lineage and must not be trifled with.
"I know."
At this time, Mo Wen's eyes were filled with tears. She knew that this farewell had destined her to be separated from Anhe Tianren forever, because facing so many powerful enemies, with Anhe's strength alone, the only outcome was death. .
"Come on, Ah Wen, remember, I love you, I will always love you."
After An He finished speaking, he pushed Mo Wen away. Without looking back, he resolutely rushed into the melee, started the final battle, and continued to write the final tragic song.
Mo Wen watched as An He bravely rushed into the melee, surrounded by swords and swords, and the whistling wind in her ears. With tears on her face, she protected Ming Lan and rushed out of the enemy's encirclement without anyone noticing.
Mo Wen ran and looked back, looking at An He's back, his heart full of respect and worry. He knew An He's strength, but he also understood that this battle was not a simple competition of strength, but required wisdom and courage. Contest.
In the melee, An He faced powerful enemies without flinching. He used his blades to engage in fierce battles with the enemies. Every attack he made was full of strength and determination, as if he wanted to kill all the enemies in one go. .
However, there are more and more enemies, and Anhe is becoming more and more tired. His heart is full of killing and blood.
In this tragic battle, Anhe was constantly attacked by enemies, but he also used his blade to kill countless enemies. His body was full of scars and bloodstains, but his eyes became more and more determined. .
Finally, Anhe faced the last enemy. He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and slashed at the enemy with a knife. The enemy fell, and Anhe finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.
He took his last breath and looked at the direction Mo Wen was escaping from, as if he saw Mo Wen's frown and smile. When he looked again, there was no trace of Mo Wen. An He breathed a long sigh of relief, his face full of smiles. That smile spread across the sky...
Anhe is dead, and Mo Wen is running in grief all the way. She knows that only by getting the crescent bone as soon as possible, only the crescent bone can protect the dark lamp, and can the dying lamp continue to live for the time being.
But Mo Wen didn't know that during this interception, the killers lurking in the middle of the road were not just the ones just now. What awaited Mo Wen would be an even more tragic life-and-death battle.
Mo Wen walked hurriedly on the way to Crescent Bone with Lost Anhe on his back. She did not dare to stop at all, because she knew that there were many forces who wanted to have the underworld lantern, and they must not allow anyone to rob them halfway. , snatched the underworld lamp.
Soon, it got dark and started to rain. The night was like ink, and the wind in the forest seemed particularly cold.
Mo Wen walked alone on the path to Crescent Bone, full of doubts in her heart. She was not ignorant, but she felt a deep crisis approaching. This was not caused by the immediate predicament, but by an unknown conspiracy.
The eyes of the lurking killers were like hungry wolves, staring at her every move and every breath. They hid in the darkness, waiting for the best opportunity to attack.
They have only one goal, and that is Mo Wen, he must die.
And Ming Deng must stay tonight.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed through, and Mo Wen immediately dodged vigilantly, narrowly avoiding it. The murderous intent was everywhere, illuminating the darkness and breaking through the dead night.
The long sword in Mo Wen's hand was swung out instantly, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the black shadow in the dark night.
However, the next attack was more violent, like a heavy rain and strong wind. For a moment, Mo Wen was in a hurry.
But she did not lose her calm. Instead, she understood that she must persevere. Only by living could she protect the safety of Ming Lan.
However, outnumbered and with more and more enemies fighting, Mo Wen still firmly protected Ming Deng. She was ready to sacrifice herself to protect Ming Deng.
"You have reached your limit. Ming Deng will stay. As long as you surrender, I can make an exception and not kill women."
Seeing that Mo Wen had been forced to a dead end, the leader of the enemy suddenly stopped attacking. He was not showing pity for her, but he did not want to completely enmity with the Sewing Corpse lineage.
After all, there are rumors in the public that the corpse-stitching lineage is almost a 'evil heretic', and they are trying to kill all the dead soldiers of the corpse-stitching lineage. The other party seems to be afraid of this.
However, Mo Wen, who was already covered in bruises and with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, bit the last bit of strength, looked up to the sky, laughed, and cursed angrily: "You want me to surrender, just dream!"
After Mo Wen finished speaking, he touched the underworld lamp that was protecting his chest and said with a guilty look on his face: "It seems that God is going to kill me and sew my body. It's unfair. It's unfair..."
Mo Wen beat her feet and chest, her tone was full of grief and indignation, her eyes were full of helplessness, the corners of her mouth raised, she looked up to the sky and roared, and said: "Anhe, I'm here to find you, you wait for me."
