Yuyu's style is that his mind is clear when he goes through, but his body is out of control at that moment. Bailang just fell in, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs and holding two purple gold maces in his hand...
...Isn't this a platoon fight to test one's own physical defense? Unexpectedly, it was worn. When Bailang was about to fall to the ground, he stopped his horse with a haha, preventing himself from falling to pieces.
After he steadied his horse, he took a look and asked, "What the hell is going on?" What Bailang saw in front of him was a tragic scene that he had never seen in his two lifetimes - the dilapidated village, the corpses scattered in it, even the
A casual glance at them would tell that these people were tortured and killed. "Ancient times?" Bailang frowned, with a look of unbearable expression on his face, "There are buns on the head, it should be from ancient times, but if it were modern times, it would be okay."
In fact, just looking at those dilapidated houses, you can tell that they are ancient times.
The problem is what era this is, and these villagers who were killed had no clothes on them, and even if they did have clothes, they were in disgraceful rags. Bai Lang really couldn't find anything to wear - but the three levels of the golden bell were broken.
The cold and hot weather had little effect on him. Bailang suppressed his nausea and patrolled the village. At the same time, he did a good deed and collected these corpses. With his supernatural power, he had already dug a big hole on one side.
Just use wood to match the internal force, and there will definitely be no shovel.
The corpses of the villagers were not very rotten. After all, the weather was still very cold now. Bai Lang put them all into the pit. "There were even children, and this kind of killing method..." Bai Lang felt a burning fire in his chest.
Burning, no man, woman or child was spared, women and children were tortured and killed. Such a tragic situation only aroused Bailang's rage like a tiger and leopard. Now he walks more and more lightly. Although he is tall and strong, he makes no sound when he steps down.
, as if a giant insect weighing several hundred kilograms was walking.
Bailang restrained each corpse. As time went by, his movements became gentler and more silent, and the feeling of being like a big cat became more and more difficult to erase. The last corpse was also put into the pit, and then Bailang swept across with both maces.
Using all his strength, he pushed down all the soil next to him and piled it into steamed buns. "I still don't know the name of this village, but I know what era it is now. It turns out that it was during the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty. This unburned almanac
It was the fifteenth year of Chongzhen..."
Bailang didn't gain anything else here. Apart from collecting corpses for others, he only had this half almanac. He looked at the sun to determine the direction. The jade fish had already been found and hung around his neck again. "This time again.
It's ten years, but only a ghost believes it really takes ten years!" This jade fish must be playing tricks on him, because there is no need to look for it, it must be lying on the ground shining brightly within three steps of him.
Knowing that this was the Chongzhen period, such a tragic situation has been solved - it was nothing more than bandits, maybe also the Ming army, maybe even Tatars? But the last one is unlikely, because the Tatars
They would plunder the population instead of killing all the young and strong like now. Bailang also walked along the road. He was still wearing a pair of boxer briefs and holding a pair of maces in his hands. The fields on both sides of the road were abandoned and burned.
Burn.
Bailang used Qinggong to fly across the earth. The vitality of heaven and earth here was not very active, but it was much better than the last time Yuyu traveled through it. However, Bailang was not at ease at the moment. The practice of this golden bell may be unsustainable for the time being - but there are
Another way to practice is to fight. Now Bai Lang hopes that some bandit or the like will appear so that he can vent his anger. Even if he has seen the tragic description of the last years of the dynasty in a book, after all, it is better than
Can't see it with my own eyes.
Bailang is a good man at this time. It goes without saying that he has a handsome appearance. His height has been measured long ago in modern society. He seems to have grown a few centimeters after he returned home. Now he is a handsome man of about 1.8 meters.
, in this late Ming Dynasty, he could be regarded as a sturdy man. After practicing the golden bell mask on his body, his skin was tight and smooth, and it felt like silk and satin. However, this outfit really did not match the current weather. At this time, he looked
It should be late autumn or early winter, it's cold enough but not freezing yet.
There are mountains here from a distance, and there are even rivers flowing on one side, but there are no water conservancy projects and what you see near the river is the salt-alkali land with white flowers. This makes Bailang think that this may be the north, anyway.
This is definitely not the case in southern Jiangsu. It is probably the land of northern Jiangsu and northern Anhui, or even Shandong and Henan? But soon, there was a possibility of answering this question, because Bailang heard the voice of people.
This is another dilapidated village. Bailang heard the voices of people in this village, "Only five people? This is not like what a normal village should be like." With his internal energy gathering his ears, Bailang confirmed that there were only five people in this village except these five.
There was no one else besides him. "Detective?" As for whether he should go and see them, Bailang could clearly judge the positions of these people by listening with both ears. He didn't say much at the moment and just went directly.
Kicking open the dilapidated door in front of you, you will see an abandoned courtyard in front of you.
There were three men warming themselves over the fire and eating. When they heard the loud noise, they all looked towards the source of the sound and quickly prepared for battle. They were all holding knives, bows and firearms. Bailang glanced at these three men.
Personally, he is not a good person. His face is full of ferocity, his eyes reveal a cruel light, and his clothes are clearly not that of an official soldier, because they are not uniform at all and he has no armor.
The three men looked at the intruder and were confused. This big man was wearing a pair of underpants, but what happened to his good skin? It didn't look like he was so poor that he could only wear a pair of shorts, and
He's not dirty, he's carrying a pair of maces, and his appearance is dignified. Even these old bandits can't tell who this person is. "Oh, are you bandits or bandits? Ah, they're pretty much the same anyway."
Bailang didn't say much and just strode over.
The three of them looked at each other, "Where did this little donkey ball come from? You're looking for death!" As soon as they shouted this, one of the thieves with a bow and arrow had his whole head exploded, and his eyes flew to the other person next to him.
However, Bai Lang casually threw it away, and the purple gold mace in his left hand flew out, directly hitting the thief's head off. The other two thieves were also old thieves, and without saying much, they just drew the knife and went for it, and
A man with a bow and a thief with a blunderbuss also came running from behind.
Bailang had no armor on his body, so in their opinion, he could be solved with one knife. However, Bailang also refused to dodge. After casually taking a knife, the purple gold mace in his right hand directly smashed the other old gangster into two pieces. This was
When the knife struck Bai Lang, it was just a white mark. Before the guy could react, Bai Lang's tiger claws had already passed by and pulled the head out of the body...
This chapter has been completed!