There is already a disadvantage in being at a low place, and coupled with the huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, this disadvantage will be infinitely expanded.
There was no way to go on like this. The top priority was to get out of here. He lowered his voice and let Yinfeng, Nongyue, Jin Zhenzhen and Wufan take the first step. The rest of them stayed here to attract Lu Hanjiang's attention!
It's a pity that Lu Hanjiang has already made complete plans, so how can he not see what they are thinking?
He casually picked up a dead vine on the ground with one hand, used it to move a sword technique, and slashed towards the opposite mountain wall.
The mountain wall is already full of cracks. Wherever it can withstand such an attack, layers will immediately peel off.
Before the six people and one woman in the underground could carry out their plan, they saw a huge boulder falling and were instantly buried under it, never to be seen again.
Faced with such a situation, those guys underground have no hope of recovery! But Lu Hanjiang was suspicious by nature, and he was really worried, so he peeled off several layers of the other side of the mountain wall to make the deep valley a little higher.
After the dust dispersed, Lu Hanjiang came underground, and after confirming over and over again that there was no one left alive, a smile appeared on his face.
"Hahahaha... So what if you have the Five Spirit Array? Now that boy's body has turned into mud, you will never have the chance to complete the Five Spirit Array!" Lu Hanjiang's smile gradually became ferocious, " Although your strength is strong, it is only temporary. As long as I improve my sword skills a little more...by then, you will no longer be my opponent!"
After saying that, Lu Hanjiang filled the gap between the stones with a few more moves, and then he finally left with peace of mind.
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The rocks returned to their positions, the light and shadow moved backwards, and after a blur, the scene returned to the day when Wu Fan died.
"Boy, I tried to minimize your pain. I hope you don't blame me." Lu Chun, who was hanging on the mountain wall, looked at Wu Fan, whose body was gradually turning yellow, and his voice was a little bitter.
Sensing that someone was looking at him, Lu Chun immediately resumed his smile: "Lu Hanjiang, now you owe me another favor, hahahaha..."
After saying this, he disappeared and quickly escaped from this place of right and wrong.
"Damn it, how dare you ruin my good deeds! Lu Chun! I, Yun Lang, swear to teach you how to survive and not to die!" Sensing Wu Fan's condition, Yun Lang became extremely angry and shouted in the direction where Lu Chun was running away. .
"Besides yelling, what else can you do to me...well..." Lu Chun was feeling proud, but suddenly he felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and he almost spurted blood.
He suppressed the tightness in his chest and ran away some distance. It was not until he was sure that the other party was not chasing him that his eyes darkened and he passed out.
"Lu Chun, today is the day you die!" In a daze, Lu Chun suddenly felt a cold light flash in front of him, and before he could react, he saw his body being split open from the head and split into two halves.
He subconsciously wanted to run away, but the other half of his body didn't obey his orders at all, and actually ran towards a nearby cesspool.
He hurriedly chased after him, but as soon as he raised his hand, he found that there was a wine jar in his hand, and several people across the table were urging him to drink it all.
Lu Chun was really confused. When he was about to lift the wine jar, he realized that the people sitting opposite him were also half-bodied. The only difference from him was that they were all other halves.
When he came back to his senses, he found that his wine jar was empty, and the scenery in front of him became hazy. I saw that the flesh and blood of the people on the opposite side were pulling towards me as if they had spirituality, and the posture seemed to make me merge with them.
Lu Chun wanted to struggle, but was pulled deeper and deeper, as if he was about to fall into an abyss. He sat up with a cry of fright, only to find that he was in a room.
Although he knew it was just a dream, Lu Chun still subconsciously raised his hands and touched his body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
After scratching his head, Lu Chun roughly recalled the previous situation, but he frowned: "What tricks did that bastard Yunlang use? Why can I seem to be possessed by just the sound of his voice?"
After thinking carefully for a moment, Lu Chun really didn't have any clue. Suddenly, Lu Chun was startled. He didn't even understand the situation at hand, so how could he be thinking so wildly.
Tiptoeing out of bed, he took advantage of the situation and held the teapot on the table in his hand as a weapon, feeling a little more at ease.
Just as he turned around, Lu Chun was suddenly so shocked that he almost dropped the teapot on the ground. He caught it again and again without making any noise.
He wiped his sweat, and then cursed: "That bastard actually hung this thing here? I'm shocked!"
Lu Chun had already left there, but after thinking about it he felt unwilling to do so, so he turned back to the shelf, turned the Rakshasa mask hanging on it upside down, and then returned to the door with a cold snort.
Looking outside, Lu Chun found that the environment here looked familiar, as if he had been here before, but couldn't remember it for a while...
Seeing no one around, Lu Chun was about to open the door and leave, but suddenly he heard the sound of water coming from behind him. Turning around, I saw that there was a back door to this room.
Looking out through the crack in the door again, Lu Chun suddenly felt a thump in his heart, and the murderous aura in his body was about to leak out.
Outside the back door was a yard. Someone in the yard was watering the ground with his back to him. Although the person's appearance was unrecognizable, the identity of the other person was obvious just by his one-armed feature!
Although he didn't know Lu Hanjiang's motives for bringing him here, Lu Chun knew very well that the other party must have bad intentions!
After trying to move his body, Lu Chun really didn't have the confidence to kill with one strike at this distance, so he simply hid in the doorway and prepared for a sneak attack. However, as time passed, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He still remembered clearly that Lu Hanjiang's right arm was broken off by Wu Fan, but the man in front of him was missing his left arm.
"Could it be that...this guy isn't Lu Hanjiang? Or am I remembering it wrong?" Lu Chun's mind went blank and he looked at his hands hesitantly.
Just when Lu Chun was standing at the back door in a daze, he didn't notice a figure appearing behind him.
The person approached the unsuspecting Lu Chun, then slowly raised his hands...
"big…"
"Ah! Bang... bang!" Hearing someone's voice ringing in his ears, Lu Chun shivered with fright, and the teapot in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.
"Sir... are you okay?" The person who came was also startled, his voice trembling a little, "My subordinate was so abrupt that I surprised your Excellency. I really deserve death!"
Lu Chun's lips were a little white, and his face was uncertain. He stared at the visitor for a moment, and the more he looked at him, the more familiar he looked.
But in my impression, the person in front of me looked thin and stooped, looking listless. But after not seeing each other for so many years, the person in front of me has actually changed in temperament!
He pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of a name: "Are you...eighty?"
The visitor's eyes were filled with joy when he heard this, but he still knelt down on one knee and said, "I'm scared, but I didn't expect that you still remember me! Thanks to your encouragement back then, I'm already forty now."
The guy in front of him, who claimed to be forty, was one of the hundred disciples of Wu Tu. At that time, Lu Chun had just obtained the identity of the head, and he had been led to the medicine garden by this guy.
"No wonder the atmosphere here always feels familiar. It turns out that this is Wu Tu Cave..." Lu Chun murmured, then patted the trembling guy in front of him, "Get up! Keep working hard, sooner or later you will become eighteen!"
"Ah... I don't dare at forty..." After receiving the same encouragement as before, the man in front of him reacted a little abnormally and began to look around.
"What? You don't want to continue to make progress?" Lu Chun raised his eyebrows.
"Of course I want to..." Forty said, suddenly lowering his voice, "But sir, this is Shiba's residence. I'm afraid that he will hear me."
"Uh... it turns out it's him!" Lu Chun woke up too suddenly from the nightmare. He was feeling dizzy just now. When he heard Forty's words, he suddenly realized that the Rakshasa mask hanging on the shelf just now was the one he had used in Eighteen Faces. Seen it before!
"Haha! I finally caught you now, right?" Regarding the appearance of Shiba, Lu Chun didn't want to go into details at the time, so he didn't ask further. Now he finally got the chance to answer the question back then, and he opened the door and rushed to the room regardless of being forty. Got out.
"Brother Shiba! Thank you for your help this time!" As he spoke, Lu Chun had already come behind Shiba and put his arm on the latter's shoulder.
Shiba still didn't speak, but poured the last gourd of water in his hand slowly and slowly, and then slowly turned his head.
"Ah!" Lu Chun shouted, and another Rakshasa face appeared in front of him...
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"Brother Shiba, there are no outsiders here, why are you always unwilling to take off your mask to show others? Even if you are ugly, I will not dislike you." Sitting at the table with Shiba, Lu Chun couldn't even look at the other person's eyes. You can't even see it, he said half-jokingly and half-irritatingly.
But Shiba didn't react at all. He just slapped a pill in front of Lu Chun and motioned for him to take it.
Lu Chun picked up the pills, and then his eyes lit up: "Eighty...no, forty, go and prepare some good wine, let me toast brothers eighteen!"
Shishi Chu was feeling uncomfortable at the side. Hearing this, he quickly said: "Sir, Shishi doesn't drink."
"If you don't drink, you will always drink tea, right? You go bring a pot of tea, and the two of us will have tea instead of wine!" Lu Chun said this, but secretly snickered in his heart: "Young man, I don't believe you can keep wearing a mask."
Forty moved quickly and got the tea in a short while. If Lu Chun hadn't broken the teapot, it seemed that more time could have been saved.
"Eighteen brothers, please!" Although Lu Chun and them should have a superior-subordinate relationship, because the other party once provided him with precious medicinal herbs and saved his life this time, Lu Chun was not too Pay attention to these false names.
Then he drank all the tea in the cup without giving the other party a chance to refuse.
Seeing this, Shiba just nodded slightly, then reached out and picked up the tea cup.
Lu Chun pretended to be careless on the surface, but his eyes were fixed on him, not giving the other party a chance to divert his attention at all.
But the strange thing is that as soon as the other party raised the tea cup, he put it back on the table, and then stopped moving.
"Eighteen brothers, but this tea is not to your liking... Huh?" Lu Chun was asking, then subconsciously glanced at the tea cup, only to find that it was empty, not even a drop of tea left.
Lu Chun was a little dumbfounded and had no idea what was happening. Just now, his eyes had been fixed on the other person's mask and never left!
Facing a Rakshasa mask, Lu Chun felt uncomfortable all over. He turned his head slightly and glanced at Forty, but the doubts in the other person's eyes were more obvious than his own...
Damn it... I don’t believe it today!
Lu Chun muttered in his heart, and then forced out a smile: "Eighteen brothers really have a good appetite! Forty, why are you standing still! Pour tea!"
"oh oh!"
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