It is said that this area of Liangjie Mountain is too chaotic. There may be countless corpses of innocent people buried under every step. Few people who make a living here are good people. Maybe you will see a child of eighteen or nineteen years old with all the... Carrying several lives.
Here, life is light.
This barren land starts from Wugen Sand Sea in the west, Binhai in the east, Barbarian Nampang in the south, and Shiwan Mountain in the north. It is commonly known as the Pocket Road. There is no way around it. So although it is desolate, in the years without war, this was a prosperous trade route. The interest rate difference of more than ten times for the round trip made 99% of the people crazy about it. Even if it is just a trip with your head, it is worth it. If we go back alive, our descendants will really have enough food and clothing.
If there is grass, there will be meat. This is the rule. There are many bandits and strongmen in this area of Liangjie Mountain. Just in this area, there are hundreds of bandits, large and small, in Jiuzhaigou and eighteen hills. Among them are many thieves from all over the country and thugs with a long history of misdeeds. They are as accustomed to seeking money and killing people as they are to dress and cook. The more ferocious ones will also do things that are harmful to nature, such as skinning, disemboweling and exposing corpses.
When traveling to and from caravans, they will spend a lot of money to hire skilled guards to take care of their safety. After all, it is worth sacrificing a little money to save a life. Although they say they are just doing business with their heads, they don't really want to lose their heads here.
Of course, there are not a few people doing serious business here. This road winds for more than 300 miles, with complex terrain and frequent wild beasts. You can't even think about going out for five or six days. There are so many restaurants along the way for these. Passing caravans stopped and stayed overnight.
These places are recognized as non-touchable in Liangjie Mountain. If you dare to do legitimate business in this area, will a serious person come here? They all have unspeakable secrets and come here to avoid trouble. They are called people who have put down their butcher's knives. But it can also be picked up and chopped at any time.
However, it’s February this year, and autumn is about to begin. Before any rain falls, several nearby rivers have long dried up, and the few wells that still have water have been occupied by powerful villages. Due to water source problems, it is very difficult to Even the caravans didn't dare to rush in. Compared with the bandits' knives, the pain of not having water was even more unbearable.
Not only did the caravans not come in, but the bandits had left a lot. After all, they were engaged in the business of robbing families and homes. There was no need for a fixed place. Maybe they would have better luck if they moved to a different location.
But Jiang Lin didn't leave.
This is his home where he has lived for twenty years. Twenty miles below the Twin Horns Peak, besides him, there is an adoptive father whose name he does not even know.
This man had been living with him for as long as he could remember. He never mentioned his name, and he didn't like to talk. Sometimes he might not be able to say more than two or three sentences to Jiang Lin even after spending a whole day with him.
However, Jiang Lin felt that he knew a lot, and he was like an endless treasure. It was as if he knew everything in the world, such as astronomy and geography, ghosts and gods, the Five Elements and Easy Learning, etc., and the most important thing was that he had a powerful arsenal. effort.
You must know that Shuangjiao Peak is home to the most powerful group of bandits among the eighteen hills of Jiuzhaigou. There are a hundred people in total, and the number of people who died in their hands is more than ten times higher. In the two realms Shan, this gang of thugs is rarely provoked by others. They build houses on land in front of these people's homes and live their lives. Within a few seconds, they were chopped into pieces and drunk.
This man has done it three times. In the past, there were three masters and five gold medal fighters on Shuangjiao Peak. Now there is only one master left, who is still half disabled. Since then, no one has provoked them, let alone at home. When building a house in front of the house, even if you poop, you have to bring a basin over to catch it.
But all this ended suddenly when Jiang Lin was thirteen years old.
This man is crazy...
In the past, I just didn't like to talk, but I had no problem speaking and was clear and organized. But I don’t know when he came back drunk. Sometimes he was giggling, sometimes he was crying. He was drunk all day long, and only a few times he was sober. This little effort can probably be ignored. In a word He might have fallen asleep again before he finished speaking.
Thirteen-year-old Jiang Lin had successfully become the youngest bandit in the Liangjie Mountain area at this time. After all, it was impossible for his adoptive father to take care of him in his current state. He had to rely on himself to eat.
Jiang Lin, the adoptive father, doesn't know how to turn stones into gold. He didn't rely on drinking the northwest wind to raise Jiang Lin in this barren land. He is also a famous strongman in this area. The caravans that often pass by sometimes have a tacit understanding and see each other. After that, without saying a word, leave 10% of the goods or 10% of the gold and silver and leave safely.
In the past, some people who were not discerning wanted to try his skills, but they ended up miserably. This was repeated to ten, and many caravans also acquiesced to this fact, and many caravans preferred to live here. After all, this kind of lone ranger is more accommodating than the vicious bandit.
Although Jiang Lin was only thirteen years old under his training, he already had good kung fu and exquisite internal kung fu. In the area of Liangjie Mountain, Jiang Lin's skill ranked among the ten, which shows that his kung fu was solid.
For seven years, Jiang Lin became more sophisticated and cunning, but his adoptive father was still drunk, sobering up from time to time, chatting with Jiang Lin for a few words and then falling asleep, leaving Jiang Lin speechless.
"It's been almost a year and it still hasn't rained..."
In the yard, Jiang Lin sat under a crooked-necked tree to enjoy the cool air. The shriveled old tree hid all its moisture, and the bark was as wrinkled as the old man's face. Of course, it's better to get some air outside than to enjoy the cool air. The man in the room had just finished a heavy drink and then vomited all over the floor. At this moment, Kung Fu fell asleep again. He simply couldn't stay in the room any longer. He was so angry that Jiang Lin came out.
Different from a group of vicious mountain bandits, Jiang Lin looks childish, with fair and rosy skin, like a kid from a rich family. With black pants and a white undershirt, and the slightly bulging muscles in his arms, it can be seen that he is definitely not that kind of hand. A person who has no power to tie a chicken.
After taking a nap, a fly disturbed Jiang Lin's dream. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up the ax on the table next to him and threw it out.
There was a muffled sound, and the ax was half-embedded in the old tree, but there was a fly stuck on the tip of the axe.
Jiang Lin, who entered the room, looked at the disheveled middle-aged man and couldn't help but shook his head. He packed up quickly with his hands and feet. While doing so, he muttered: "Old man, after drinking for these years, is your body still okay? What's your name?" I don’t know who it is yet, and I won’t even know what to write on it when the monument is erected.”
Lying on a bed that had been used for who knows how many years, a slovenly man lay. With his disheveled hair, he did not look like an old man, but there were already marks of time on his face. His eyes were cloudy, and he shook the hand in his arms. Wine jar: "There's no more wine."
"Not only are we out of wine, we will be hopeless if we continue like this. Scarface from Erhepu also moved away a few days ago. Fortunately, he gave us some food as a favor in the past, otherwise we would starve to death. Damn the weather..." Jiang Lin didn't raise his head at all, just talking to himself.
"drink wine……"
Jiang Lin shrugged and smiled. After packing his things, he walked to a small room next to him. After rummaging around, he found a small handful of grain. He shook the water hyacinth hanging on the wall. There was only half a pot of water left in it. He was helpless. He shook his head, picked up the leather bag on the ground and walked out.
He pulled out the ax nailed to the tree and stuck it on his belt, and walked outside without looking back. Li Laoyuan seemed to remember something, looked back, hesitated for a moment, turned around and trotted away.
Erhepu, more than ten miles away, was a relatively busy place in the past. Passing caravans would make their last supplies here. After all, after arriving here, they could leave Liangjie Mountain in half a day.
Now there is no longer the hustle and bustle of cars that used to be here. There are only a few restaurants on both sides that are still open, but a quick glance will reveal that there is no one inside.
It has been almost a year since it rained in this damn place. Many caravans dare not enter here rashly. Now there are very few living things in this place.
Jiang Lin came to a restaurant with ease. There was a shed set up in front of the store. There was a stone stove next to it, and a large pot was placed on it. However, it was covered with a layer of dust. It looked like no one had touched it for a few days. .
The scene inside the store is no better than outside. The tables, chairs and furnishings inside are stacked together and are covered with cobwebs. An old man in his fifties or sixties is lying in front of the counter. He is covered with patches and is snoring slightly. Jiang Lin's footsteps did not attract the man's attention at all.
Standing in front of the counter, Jiang Lin knocked on the counter and said jokingly: "I thought you were gone, but I didn't expect to see you again."
The old man who was lying on the table was startled and trembled all over. He looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when he found it was Jiang Lin.
The old man's face was covered with scars, and the twisted scars were like earthworms lying on his face. The grin made him look even more ferocious. Fortunately, it was daytime, otherwise he would have been frightened half to death when he saw this scene at night. However, when he opened his mouth, he did have the tone of a kindly old man.
"I can't walk anymore with my old bones, so I might as well bury myself here and be safe. Little brother, you haven't left either."
Jiang Lin smiled softly and glanced around: "Where are the others?"
"all gone."
"all gone?"
"Well, let's go."
Jiang Lin gave him a charming look. This old man is very mysterious in Liangjie Mountain. Few people know his background and origin. However, everyone who had a holiday with him in Liangjie Mountain has disappeared inexplicably, and everyone knows it. You know, I basically don't mess with this person if I can.
Jiang Lin's dealings with him were just to sell stolen goods, but Jiang Lin knew better than anyone else that this old man had great internal skills, and he had an intuition that if he fought against him, he would probably lose more than he won.
Jiang Lin fumbled in his leather bag, took out a gold ingot and put it on the table: "Is there anything else I can deal with?"
The old man looked at it, but did not reach out to take it. He chuckled: "Brother, we have been without food for a long time. I am so hungry that my head is dizzy and my feet are weak. I'd better look elsewhere."
Naturally, Jiang Lin didn't believe this kind of nonsense. He took out another ingot of gold, came closer and said, "I still believe that other people's families are running out of food, but here... we have been dealing with each other for so many years, so please give us a way to survive."
"Oh, little brother, what you said is embarrassing me. To tell you the truth, if others come, they will definitely not have a grain of food, but little brother, you..."
With a flick of his hand, the old man put two ingots of gold into his sleeves and welcomed Jiang Lin into a guest room. Compared with the outside, this place is obviously more orderly. There is a square table in the center of the room. Jiang Lin put his belongings aside and watched the old man working back and forth. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile and said: "You don't need seven or eight plates, there is meat." As long as you have food.”
"Young man, you are telling me a joke. In previous years when things were better, we didn't see such a sumptuous banquet. In this drought-stricken year, it would be nice to have some." The old man came over with two bowls as he spoke.
There is a bowl of multi-grain rice and a bowl of meat slices. The meat slices are dark in color and must have been dried or pickled for a long time. The multi-grain rice contains a wide variety of rice and beans, and there are many rice and beans that I can’t even name.
Jiang Lin was not polite. He picked it up and ate it. The meat tasted weird and fishy. It must have been because the blood was not drained out. He didn't mind eating meat here as long as it was so fishy. Jiang Lin could still accept it if it wasn't eaten raw.
During the meal, Jiang Lin asked: "Is the food supply still not coming in?"
"No, everyone is not united. Before this happens, I estimate that the people who transported the grain have died. I will try it when the drought is better. But with your skills, little brother, why bother to stay in this kind of situation?" As for the place, it hasn’t skyrocketed since we got out.”
"You also know the situation of my family, and besides, life here is pretty good." Jiang Lin ignored this, took a few bites, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and then said to him: "I don't want more, give me a bucket of food. A pound of wine.”
Of course, it is impossible for Jiang Lin to spend two ingots of gold on a meal. This price can buy at least a dozen carts of food. Of course, today is different from the past. Even if you have money now, you may not be able to buy food.
The old man chuckled and didn't answer. He just walked into the inner hall. After a while, he picked up a cloth bag and threw it on the ground: "That's all. If you want meat, I can cut you a few kilograms and take it away."
Jiang Lin weighed it, raised his eyebrows, and said unhappily: "That's it? Although your store is a black shop, it can't be so dark, right?"
"Brother, you haven't been out for a long time. Some villages have started to eat people. I only have this little food because of my past friendship..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Lin raised his hand to interrupt him, laughed to himself, then picked up his things and strode outside without saying anything.
"Brother, a few more kilograms of meat is fine."
"Forget it, the meat of this beast is too bad, and your teeth will be stuffed after eating it." When Jiang Lin heard this, he stepped a little faster, his stomach was churning, and he sneered again and again.
There were more than a dozen people under this old man, but now there was only one left. The old man was indeed ruthless, Jiang Lin secretly complained in his heart.
