One tiger dies, and there is another one!
Jiang Yun pulled out his sword and continued to fight with the other white tiger. Although they were one-on-one, they were too dark to gain the upper hand.
"Damn, I'm here to help!"
Song Che gritted his teeth, climbed down the tree trunk, picked up a branch, and joined the battle.
Liao Heng hesitated on the tree for a moment, took a deep breath, and climbed down.
Although the two of them did not play a decisive role in the battle, they distracted Bai Hu. Jiang Yun seized the opportunity, mounted on the tiger's back, stabbed with the sword in his left hand, and hit the tiger's head with an iron fist in his right hand!
After more than a dozen punches, the white tiger finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down. Jiang Yun stabbed two more holes in its throat. The hot tiger blood poured all over his face, and then he turned over and lay on his back. While letting the rain wash my face, I breathed heavily:
"More money...More money must be added!"
Song Che and Liao Heng looked at each other and smiled, threw away the branches, and lay on their backs. For a moment, the three of them laughed unconsciously.
"Hahaha……"
"These two wild white tigers are full of treasures. You can sell them for three to five hundred taels at least. We don't have to sleep in the open air in Yangzhou this time." Song Che sat up, wiped the water stains on his face, and smiled. road.
"But this tiger weighs four to five hundred pounds. How can we carry it?"
When they were in trouble, they suddenly heard a donkey braying. Looking for the sound, the donkey was standing not far away, eating young grass leisurely.
"Whoever dares to be stupid in the future, I will be the first to jump out and refute."
Song Che pulled some vines, made a trailer, wrapped the two tiger carcasses, and dragged them forward together with the donkeys.
The vines are slippery, the road is smooth, and the slope is gentle, making it easy to pull up.
In this way, after walking along the tree-lined road for half an hour, the trees began to become sparse, the rocks became more numerous, and the road was no longer so smooth. Pulling eight to nine hundred kilograms of raw meat, even Brother Donkey felt powerless.
"Why haven't you arrived at the mass grave yet?" Liao Heng's tone was a little concerned.
Escaped from the tiger's mouth. Monsters and monsters? But fuck it!
"You are so brave, why don't you go explore the road?" Song Che said with a smile.
"To tell you the truth, what I hate the most in my life are those magicians who use demons, ghosts, gods and Buddhas to confuse the world. Even the current emperor is bewitched by them. He is obsessed with immortality all day long. Where in this world is-"
But before he could finish his words, something slippery seemed to have been stepped on under his feet, and he fell into the grass cage with a somersault. He grabbed the object and was about to curse, but he picked it up with his fingers and stabbed it into the eye socket of the skull.
"My mother!"
He quickly threw away the head and quickly retreated. By coincidence, his hand was thrust into another skeleton. The one on the left and the one on the right were all broken bones. Even if you put them together, you couldn't even make a complete one.
Now, I couldn't get rid of it, "What bad luck! Amitabha, Emperor Zhenwu..."
How grand he was then, how embarrassed he is now.
"Aren't you afraid of ghosts and gods? Why do you still need Amitabha?" Song Che put his hands on his hips and laughed.
Liao Heng shouted with his facial features: "You still have the heart to laugh! Help me get rid of these filth!"
In the originally pitch-black night, a wisp of faint fluorescence floated in the wind. Looking at the seven vertical tombstones, the heavy rain washed away the soil, exposing the corpses one after another. The green-stained bones were hideous and terrifying, even though everything was silent, Their painful wails can also be heard in the wind and rain.
Jiang Yun picked up the corpse with a sword, pulled Liao Heng up from the ground, and said, "It seems we don't have to look for it. This is a mass grave."
"There are so many people in the world who expose their bodies in the wilderness."
"Go down and have a look. There should be a temple."
The three of them walked down the mountain road outside the gang for another two miles. Along the way, there were countless corpses washed down by the rain.
Jiang Yun really respected the dead. He walked in front of the donkey and could have cleared the obstacles with his feet, but he would pick up each bone with his own hands and put it aside gently. Ghosts and ghosts will certainly not want to embarrass such a person.
As the "will-o'-the-wisp" became brighter and brighter, a dilapidated temple loomed beside the road.
Inside the mass graves are either vicious gangsters who were beheaded, or poor people who were unjustly killed and had no one to collect their bodies. Superstitious or not, building a temple can be regarded as a psychological comfort to the passing business travelers and the common people who died unjustly.
The temple is better than the ancient temples we encountered before. Business travelers along the way will also use some incense for safety.
"We're finally here." Liao Heng wiped the water stains on his face and couldn't wait to enter the temple.
"Wait a minute." Song Che quickly grabbed him and pointed to the door: "It seems that we are not the only ones who come to stay in this temple."
There are many noisy footprints and horse hooves in front of the temple gate. Judging from the degree of water accumulation in the stamps, they should have been left not long ago.
If you want to go south, you must pass through the Stone Margin and the Mass Graves. The traffickers and foot soldiers have all lodged in the Huaxi Tavern. For those who can make these marks, Song Che can only think of the group of swordsmen who passed by on horseback earlier. In the Huaxi Tavern, There was no sign of them, so they must have entered the Stone Marin.
On such a cold rainy night, no matter what, a fire should be lit. The temple door was wide open, and it was dark inside, but there was no light.
"Whether there are people or ghosts inside, what's the harm in staying the night?"
Despite this, Jiang Yun still held his hand on the hilt of the sword and walked carefully.
"Huhuhu..."
"Crunch, crunch..."
The dark wind blew and rain fell on the eaves. There seemed to be a few things hanging on the beams at the entrance of the temple, swaying constantly.
It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but the appearance looked very human.
Even Jiang Yun couldn't help but stopped, turned his head and asked, "Brother Liao, is there any candlelight?"
Liao Heng rummaged around in the bag, took out half of the candle and the fire sickle and handed them over.
Jiang Yun lit the candle, while Song Che and Liao Heng used their bodies to block the wind. The three of them approached the entrance of the temple in the light of the dancing fire.
Before we even reached the eaves, we had already seen clearly that the person hanging on the beam was indeed a person, and it was someone we had met once before.
The six swordsmen were hanged neatly on the beams. Their eyes were bloodshot due to suffocation, and they stared directly at the three people at the door of the temple. Their ferocious and terrifying looks were horrifying.
"Brother Chen, you were right before you scolded them. They did not survive until tomorrow." Liao Hengqian said with a smile.
Song Che frowned: "Is it man-made? Or is it the work of ghosts?"
Jiang Yun curled his lips: "I hope it was a ghost."
Liao Heng glanced around and rubbed the goosebumps on his shoulders, "Do we have to spend the night here? Whether it's a human or a ghost, this is not a good place to go, and I always feel like there are eyes staring at us in the darkness."
Song Che sighed: "If you are not scared of ghosts, you are not afraid of people. The most troublesome people are the ones who pretend to be gods and ghosts."
"Then let people kill people and ghosts fight ghosts."
Jiang Yun drew his sword and swung the six hanging corpses to the ground.
