Chang An did not expect that such a major event would happen thirty years ago.
Jia Huan continued
"Thirty years ago, an evil organization appeared in Xiangxi Prefecture. They called themselves corpse chasers. This group of people was good at digging graves and stealing corpses in order to cultivate a black poison. They used this poison to The insects can in turn control the corpse. This kind of controlled corpse is called a soldier by them. This kind of soldier has no pain, even if its hands and feet are cut off, it will not feel anything, and it is extremely strong. They rely on this kind of soldier. Men come to fight.”
Jia Huan's words reminded Chang An of the black Gu worm in the underground city he saw by the Chijiang River, which was very similar to the Gu worm Jia Huan said.
"But that's all. This organization grew rapidly, and later it has formed a large sect with thousands of people. It calls itself the Corpse Exorcist Sect. This sect uses Gu insects as its totem. In order to offer sacrifices, the Corpse Exorcist Sect actually The entire Xiangxi Prefecture was imprisoned, and the people of the entire city were used as nourishment for this black poisonous insect. It really annihilated human nature. The matter became more and more serious, arousing public outrage in the martial arts world. Finally, the three sects joined forces to encircle Xiangxi Prefecture, and brought this sect and the All the thousands of Gu insects in the sect were destroyed."
The more Chang An listened, the more frightened he became. This was exactly the same as what he saw on the banks of the Chijiang River. But if people from the three major sects knew that there were far more than a few thousand of these Gu insects, they filled up an underground city. How do you feel about it?
Chang An smiled bitterly. At this point, he didn't know whether he should talk to them about it.
he asked again
"Then what does this have to do with fake tokens?"
Jia Huan sighed
"Back then, we were so benevolent that we didn't kill this sect completely. We spared some old, weak, women and children. Later, when we were encircling and suppressing the fake token gang, we discovered that the fake token maker was an old craftsman from the corpse-eating sect back then. His son, as an elite member of the sect, died in that siege. In order to take revenge, he raised money everywhere to revive the corpse exorcism sect. After traveling to Ningchuan Prefecture, he started a business of forging tokens and had to It is said that the corpse exorcism sect back then was indeed full of talented people, and the craftsmanship of this old craftsman has reached the point of perfection."
Chang An suddenly realized that there was such a story here.
He suddenly said
"Butler, do you think the killers who have appeared in Jiajiazhuang in recent days may be soldiers of the Corpse Exorcist Sect?"
Jia Huan looked sideways.
"This is impossible. We have destroyed all the soldiers and Gu insects back then."
Chang An smiled
"If not, I can't figure out how the sound of the flute could kill people at such a long distance last night."
When he talked about the sound of the flute, Chang An suddenly wanted to understand why the sound of the flute he heard that night in Mo City was so sad and full of deep hatred.
Music is used to express one's heart. If one is carrying the hatred of exterminating his family, the music he plays will naturally be filled with hatred and murderous intentions.
But, is that person just here for revenge?
Chang An shook his head. It couldn't be that simple. This man killed people so regularly. He was obviously looking for something, and such something must be more important than his revenge.
If the tragedy on the bank of the Chijiang River was an inhumane massacre, then what happened in Jiajiazhuang was a carefully planned and long-planned operation.
Chang An put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance, his eyes slightly bright.
At this point, he has an inseparable understanding of the ins and outs of all this.
The fourth day of July is sunny.
The great steward Jia Huan stands in the martial arts courtyard. Except for the village owner Jia Yuan, the managers of the other seven parks are concentrated in this courtyard. Although there are seven parks, there are only four managers, because The four major parks are managed by one person.
Chang An was sitting cross-legged under an old tree in the courtyard, and saw a faint mist of steam rising from outside him.
"Mr. Chang is not far from the master realm."
Jason, the manager of the Flower and Bird Garden, said.
Jia Huan smiled and nodded.
"Mr. Chang's understanding is no worse than that of the young master."
"Hahahaha, it would be great if Young Master Chang could be half as calm as Young Master Chang."
Jia Shen, the manager of the four major parks, laughed and joked.
Chang An suddenly opened his eyes, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were close together. There was an undetectable breath lingering on them. The autumn wind suddenly came, and the dead leaves on the old tree fell lightly, and Chang An's fingers touched the trunk.
There was a "dong" sound, like a drop of ink falling on the white rice paper, quickly turning into an ink-colored blooming flower.
The old tree swayed slightly, and on the trunk, the bark peeled off layer by layer like ripples, but the ripples only spread for two circles and then stopped.
Chang An looked at the peeling bark on the ground and felt slightly satisfied. Although he was still far away from Jia Yuan's endless power, he had already understood this trick after one night's realization. Very pleased.
Jia Qianyu, the manager of Lunwuyuan, is a woman, but she is taller and straighter than a man. She wears a sassy and strong clothes that sways in the wind, and she looks heroic.
"What Jia Shen said is right. If the young master of the village had half the concentration of Young Master Chang, he wouldn't have been unable to learn this trick."
Jia Qianyu's eyes shone brightly when he looked at Chang An's finger.
Chang An came back to his senses and saw that the four managers and Jia Huan had already arrived. Only then did he realize that he was too focused on practicing and it was already daytime.
"Feel sorry."
Chang An said apologetically.
Jia Huan smiled and said
"You're welcome, Mr. Chang. You gave us a good show."
Chang An hesitated for a moment and said modestly.
"Several seniors have received awards."
Jia Huandao
"Mr. Chang, since everyone is here, let's get started."
Chang An looked at a few people and said
"Okay, everyone must be familiar with what happened in Jiajiazhuang recently. I invite you here today because I want to discuss with you the deployment of Jiajiazhuang."
The five people looked at each other a few times.
"Please tell me, Master."
………………
Three days later, on the seventh day of July, it was cloudy.
Thirty miles outside Ningchuan Prefecture, there is a forest.
A large number of people from all walks of life have been waiting here for a long time.
"I didn't expect that Brother Zhuo, the Northwest Crazy Sword Zhuo Fengting, would also come to join the fun."
"It turns out to be Brother Zhang Daoyun from Guigu. It's a pleasure to meet you. It's a showdown between top masters in the world. It's rare to meet someone but not to ask for it. How could Zhuo not come?"
"Hahaha, of course, all the fellow martial artists who came today are here to see the two peerless masters."
As he spoke, there was a sound of horseshoes neighing, and a group of people rushed towards here. The people on the horses looked at these people in the world arrogantly, and said contemptuously
"Today, my master is coming to the Central Plains. He will defeat Jia Yu'an with thunderous force and dominate the northern martial arts world. You losers, why don't you surrender quickly?"
Everyone was angry and wanted to draw their swords against each other.
The middle-aged man at the head of the team stepped forward and looked at the group of people indifferently. He didn't care about their anger and said lightly.
"Yanwu, shut up."
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man's inner wall of energy, which was as solid as visible to the naked eye, spread violently outwards, and the fierce momentum actually knocked everyone away.
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Shi Mengxiong is so terrifying.
"Hahahaha, City Lord Shi is so majestic."
A blast of fist struck from afar, blocking Shi Mengxiong's attack for the group of gangsters.
Jia Yuan arrived.
Shi Mengxiong's light blue pupils emitted a strange light, shining directly at Jia Yu'an.
Jia Yuan looked forward calmly,
"Speaking of which, I haven't had time to congratulate City Lord Shi for breaking into the Grand Master realm."
Everyone managed to escape from Shi Mengxiong's pressure and pushed aside, leaving plenty of space for the two of them.
Shi Mengxiong dismounted.
"It's disappointing that you are still at the Grandmaster level."
Jia Yuan chuckled and nodded.
"Does City Lord Shi plan to come all the way here to chat with me?"
Shi Mengxiong's light blue pupils were full of fighting spirit.
"Of course not."
The long sword in his hand screamed, shooting directly at Jia Yu'an with extremely fierce internal force.
Everyone was amazed that Shi Mengxiong came up so aggressively.
The long sword was thrown out directly by Shi Mengxiong and shot towards Jia Yu'an from a distance. Then, his whole body was ejected like a cannonball. The terrifying internal force instantly expanded outside his body, wrapping him up and rushing towards Jia Yu'an. The man and the sword Arriving in front of Jia Yuan almost at the same time.
Jia Yu'an's eyes suddenly became sharp. His clothes were fluttering, as if he were a fairy in the mortal world. Although his aura was not as fierce and domineering as Shi Mengxiong's, it was like a great river, endless and endless. A vague wall was displayed in front of him. shield wall.
Shi Mengxiongjian and others arrived together.
"boom!"
The fist and sword hit the shield wall together, but it was like hitting a soft sponge. A feeling of powerlessness came from Shi Mengxiong's fist peak.
Shi Mengxiong sneered
"Opportunistic."
"boom!"
As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten battles. No matter how weak Jia Yuan's internal energy is, he will eventually be no match for Shi Mengxiong's surging internal energy, which is at the Grand Master level. The shield wall only withstood a few breaths before it shattered.
After the shield wall exploded, Shi Mengxiong punched the air. When he came to his senses, Jia Yuan's figure had already appeared behind him.
Jia Yu'an punched Shi Mengxiong in the back. Shi Mengxiong simply took advantage of his strength and took a few steps forward, avoiding the range of Jia Yu'an's punch.
After a round of fighting, the two looked at each other intently, neither of them daring to slack off.
The autumn wind was bleak, and dead leaves fell all over the forest. In the blink of an eye, the two figures met again.
Suddenly, the dead leaves all over the ground rose up like flying sand, and a strong wind blew up.
"bump!"
A violent sound broke through the air, and between the fist wind and the sword energy, murderous aura filled the forest.
A flying bird accidentally landed in the forest, and a dead leaf fell on top of its head. With a "sting" sound, countless dead leaves were mixed with strong Qi in the woods. The dead leaf only touched the top of the bird's head for a moment. , the true energy wrapped in the dead leaves easily crushed the bird's head and exploded.
The blood burst out, but was easily blown away by the sudden strong wind, unable to even leave a trace here.
In the forest, everyone in the world held their breath and concentrated, no one wanted to miss a single moment of this peerless battle.
At this time, Jiajiazhuang, Lunwuyuan.
Jia Feng, the fourth generation disciple in the village, was patrolling with his three brothers when he saw a figure sneaking up in the courtyard ahead. Jia Feng and his brothers stepped forward.
"Senior brother, what are you doing?"
Jia Feng patted the man's shoulder, but felt that he had touched a bone. He shivered instantly, knowing what he had encountered, but before he could react, the flute that heralded death suddenly sounded in the village. This time , the sound of the flute is clearly audible, full of cold killing intent.
When the figure turned around, a simple woman's face appeared in front of Jia Feng, but it was not as scary as other brothers in the village had rumored.
But in an instant, the figure took action, and his hands as dry as rotten wood strangled Jia Feng's neck.
Jia Feng desperately tried to pry the woman's hand away, but he didn't move at all. Even with his nuclear-level internal strength, he couldn't pry away a woman's hand. He just squeezed it lightly, and there was a "click" sound, as clear as a tree branch. There was a snapping sound, and Jia Feng's neck was easily broken.
"Enemy attack!"
The remaining brothers roared and sent out signals. Fireworks exploded in the daytime and were transmitted everywhere. However, those brothers discovered in despair that at the same time, the eight major parks sent out signals almost at the same time!
Eight signals heralding disaster sounded simultaneously.
The murderous intent in the sound of the flute was overwhelming, and there was nothing to hide.
Several figures appeared almost at the same time, surrounding the remaining brothers. The brothers waved their weapons in fear, trying to stop the monsters who did not know whether they were humans or ghosts. One of the disciples' sword scratched one person. However, the man's face fell off like paper, revealing a truly terrifying face.
There is no trace of flesh and blood on the withered face, only a piece of skin, and the distinct facial bones can be seen, just like a skull covered with a layer of skin. What is even more frightening is that on that terrifying face, there are waxy eyeballs. It almost popped out of the eye socket, or it was more like the eyeball fell off and was picked up again and placed in the eye socket.
Facing such a face, the disciples had no courage to fight. In just a moment, they were frightened out of their wits and allowed these monsters to choke their necks until they heard the crisp sound from their own necks.
The signals from the eight major parks quickly alerted Chang An.
Chang An, who was adjusting his breath in the courtyard, slowly opened his eyes.
He stood up, with sharp eyes, and lightly jumped to a high place. He saw the masters of Jiajiazhuang running around, running around, supporting everywhere, and observing the situation of each park.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.
A strong man appeared in the Nonwu Garden. The man's strength was extremely terrifying. He punched a disciple through the abdomen with just one punch. The disciple looked at the big hole in his abdomen in fear and fell straight down.
Chang An felt a surge of terror in his heart, boundless anger and complicated emotions welling up in his heart. He rushed towards the place where the strong man was at an extremely fast speed.
After a while, Chang An's light figure landed on the ground, landing steadily in front of the man. The man's eyes were dull, as if he couldn't see Chang An in front of him.
Chang An looked at that familiar face, and scenes that he didn't want to recall once again appeared before his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and shouted softly: "Shi Meng."
Standing in front of him was the Shi Meng who died next door to Shi Kuang's house on the Chijiang River that day.
Shi Meng seemed to be no different from the one he saw that day. He was still as strong and strong with clear muscle lines. He did not turn into a mummy like the other villagers Chang An saw.
Chang Jing looked at him quietly. Although his appearance had not changed, he knew that Shi Meng was already a corpse.
Chang An finally knew where these so-called monsters came from.
His hands were tightly clenched, and his nails dug into his flesh, pinching out traces of blood, but he didn't notice it.
The sound of the flute spread throughout Jiajiazhuang, and Chang An's eyes were filled with coldness.
"You deserve to die!"
Chang An roared lowly.
Shi Meng punched him, "Boom!" The overflowing true energy in the bones in Chang An's body suddenly overflowed and spread into the blood. The already abundant true energy in the blood overflowed again, revealing the skin. The watch formed an invisible wall of energy outside the body, firmly blocking Shi Meng's punch.
Grandmaster realm.
He took a step forward, and the air flow around him was a little chaotic. He put his fingers together, and surrounded his fingertips with infuriating energy. "Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and Shi Meng's chest felt like a stone suddenly falling into the calm river, causing a layer of turbulence on the surface of his skin. Another layer of waves continued to spread throughout the body in the shape of ripples, one wave after another, endless, until the crisp sound of broken bones came from Shi Meng's limbs.
Shi Meng's limbs were broken and he was lying on the ground, with bright red blood flowing on the ground. His head was still moving upwards, as if he still wanted to stand up, as if he couldn't feel the pain caused by the broken limbs at all, but he no longer felt the pain. The ability to fight again.
Chang An turned Shi Meng over and tore the clothes on his back with a sword. On his bronze back, a piece of light yellow talisman paper fluttered in the wind.
Seeing this scene, Chang An became even more angry.
He flew up and frantically searched for the flute player in various parks.
When he passed by the Flower and Bird Garden, he saw a figure that made him tremble again. The two people had been completely sucked into mummies by the Gu insects, but Chang An still recognized them at a glance.
Shi Kuang's father and Shi Kuang's mother.
"ah!"
Chang An howled miserably. Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't accept it when the two haggard mummies stood in front of him.
Using people to feed Gu, extracting blood and marrow, and in the end, even the remaining remains will be used as weapons. How sad.
The four of them, Jia Shen, Jia Qianyu, Jia Sun, and Jia Huan, have already arrived behind Chang An. They stand here as the highest combat power of Jiajiazhuang besides Jia Yuan.
"Just cut off the hands and feet."
Chang An turned his back to them and said calmly.
But the four of them could still feel the overwhelming anger hidden under Chang An's calm tone.
Jiajiazhuang is Jiajiazhuang after all. Dozens of soldiers cannot cause greater trouble here, especially when they are already prepared.
Under the combined efforts of dozens of masters from the eight major parks, dozens of soldiers with their hands and feet cut off were gathered together.
Looking at the soldiers burning in the raging fire, the injured disciples in Jiajiazhuang had complicated expressions. They still don't know why all this happened and who did it.
As the soldiers slowly turned into ashes, the mournful sounds of insects could be heard in the flames. The disciples looked at the black Gu insects screaming in the flames with dumbfounded eyes. There were many old people in Jiajiazhuang who had participated in the siege of Xiangxi Prefecture thirty years ago. , at this time their cloudy pupils were full of disbelief.
"Impossible, impossible, impossible..."
…………
Chang An stood in his yard, followed by Chang Sheng who looked uneasy. Opposite him stood a man in a bamboo hat. Because he was wearing a bamboo hat, he couldn't see the man's face clearly. There was a slender object protruding from the man's waist.
A gust of wind blew open the robe covering the object. Chang An stared at it intently, it was a flute.
Chang An recalled that when he saw the man in the inn that day, he ridiculously thought that the man had a dagger on his waist.
His eyes were filled with coldness
"Brother Lin, you have gone too far."
The man took off the hat on his head, revealing a delicate face. He smiled coldly.
"Brother Chang An, you are too nosy."
