But not long after, Qin Sang's face was filled with disappointment and he sighed softly.
He rushed down the mountain and searched the chaotic battlefield for a long time. Except for two strips of cloth hanging on the branches, he saw no one, not even a body.
The scope of the battlefield seemed to be only within a few hundred feet. Qin Sang did not give up and expanded the area to search, but found no trace.
Qin Sang held these two pieces of blue cloth of excellent material and stared at the unrecognizable valley below with a look of contemplation on his face.
The peaks on both sides of the valley collapsed, and the valley was filled with earth and rocks. A small river in the valley was blocked, and a small lake formed in the upper reaches. Will anyone be trapped under the valley?
It was impossible for him to clean up so many rocks by himself. Qin Sang hesitated for a moment, then returned to the ancient road and ordered a battalion of soldiers to come in and dig the soil.
The valley was not on the ancient road, but no one dared to disobey Qin Sang's order, so they immediately started working in full swing.
Qin Sang was impatient to wait and stepped forward to help.
The valley was not big, but the backlog of earth and rocks was very deep. Qin Sang couldn't help but worry that even if there were people down there, they would probably be smashed to pieces. He hoped that nothing was damaged.
Layers of earth and rocks were removed, and it was already dark in the blink of an eye. Qin Sang endured his anxiety and ordered the pots to be buried to make rice, and then excavated all night.
Some soldiers couldn't help complaining, but he pretended not to hear. They filled the valley with torches and worked until late at night, when the valley finally bottomed out.
The last layer of earth and rocks was soaked with water and turned into mud. When baskets were carried out, Qin Sang was about to turn into a clay figure.
At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the front. Qin Sang's heart suddenly moved. When he raised his head, he heard the soldiers in front shouting, "General Qin, there is someone below!"
Qin Sang was overjoyed and shouted hurriedly, "Don't even touch him!"
Several people jumped to the front, and Qin Sang discovered that an underground river had been dug out in front.
The terrain here is very strange. The bottom of a huge bluestone on the river bank was hollowed out by the river, and the top stretched out to form a natural barrier. Several large stones that fell just blocked the gap. The underground river was not blocked and there was still a gurgling flow.
The stream flows.
And the man lay prone in the water, motionless.
This person was wearing dark blue clothes. Qin Sang took out the fabric in his arms and compared it. It was torn from the clothes on this person's body.
Qin Sang leaned in and was about to see if the man was dead or alive when he heard someone shouting from behind, "We found another one!"
Then, Zhang Wenkui shouted: "General Qin, this man is dead, his head was smashed by stones."
Die together again?
Qin Sang secretly said that the world of immortal cultivators is really evil, and one person will die every time he dies, but this is definitely a good thing for him.
Qin Sang immediately ordered all soldiers to leave the valley.
The fire was bright, illuminating the mountains, and in the distance there were wolves howling, and night owls neighing, which was very perceptive, but Qin Sang's heart was burning.
He reached out with all his strength, grabbed the man's arm in the stream, and was about to pull him out, when his expression changed slightly.
Half of this man's body was soaked in water, and his whole body was cold, just like a corpse. But the moment Qin Sang grabbed his arm, he noticed that his pulse beat!
Still alive!
For a moment, Qin Sang didn't know whether to be happy or worried. His face was uncertain. He hesitated and decided to gently pull the person out of the water first.
The young man had been in the water for a long time, his face was pale, and there was no trace of blood on his thin lips.
He looks older than the boy surnamed Song. He looks about twenty years old. His face is tough and angular. His breath is extremely weak. His pulse and breathing are too small to be detected. His injuries are probably very serious. He didn't wake up even after Qin Sang dragged him out.
.
However, immortal cultivators cannot be treated in the same way as ordinary people. This person may not be able to be saved.
Qin Sang stared at the young man, hesitant in his heart. He was inclined to save people.
Isn't it just to seek immortality that he has been struggling for so long, enduring impatience and dealing with mortals? Now that he has finally met a cultivator of immortality, the shortcut is right in front of him, so why waste time in the mundane world?
Although killing one can allow the King of Hell to draw out his soul and ask questions, the soul's existence is so short that it is impossible to ask him about the whole world of the immortal cultivator.
But Qin Sang couldn't help but think of the blood food that was sucked by the devil in black. What if this person was also a devil? And what if he was a righteous cultivator, but found that he had practiced the devil's technique?
Can you slay demons?
Qin Sang was really in a dilemma and couldn't make a choice.
Unexpectedly, just when Qin Sang was secretly struggling, the young man suddenly opened his eyes without any warning. In his slender eyes, two eyes were like unsheathed swords, piercing Qin Sang's eyes with extreme sharpness.
Qin Sang didn't expect that the young man would wake up on his own. He was caught off guard and felt that the young man was about to see through his inner thoughts. He was horrified. He hurriedly suppressed his intentions and made an instant decision. He lowered his head and said repeatedly: "Qin Sang pays homage to the immortal master."
!I wish the immortal master is safe and sound!"
At the same time, his heart was also raised, and he was secretly vigilant.
The young man stared at Qin Sang for a while, his eyes softened slightly, his eyes rolled, he looked around, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you a mortal general?"
The young man's injury was indeed serious, and his voice was extremely slight, but Qin Sang still heard it clearly, nodded and said, "Qin Sang is the general of the Xuanwei camp."
"Xuanwei Camp?"
Doubts flashed across the young man's eyes. He did not go into details, but asked: "Since you are a general, why did you lead your troops to Guling Mountain?"
Qin Sang hesitated for a moment. The surprise attack on Raven's Mouth was a military secret. Once it was leaked, it would definitely affect the war situation and the great military exploits would be lost.
But when he thought that the young man was an immortal cultivator, as long as he could please him, there was no need to go to the Pilgrimage Mountain. Whether the King of Dongyang would win or lose was none of his business, so he immediately told the whole story.
"I see……"
The young man nodded and tried his best to explore his neck, "There should be someone next to you..."
Qin Sang hurriedly got up and carried another corpse over. This corpse was very miserable. It was hit by a huge boulder from the neck up and was completely gone.
"I would like to express my condolences, Master Immortal. Your companion has unfortunately died."
The young man sneered, "How could Han be with a demon? This man was a demonic monk with many evil deeds. He happened to be encountered by Han and beheaded him. However, this man's magic weapon was weird, and Han almost fell into trouble...
…”
Just as he was speaking, the young man coughed violently and barely raised his hand to cover his chest with a look of pain on his face, "Look for him... and see if there are any sacs the size of a palm..."
Is this young man named Han really a righteous person who hates evil as much as he hates it?
Qin Sang suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and did not dare to reveal any clues.
Lao Zhidang felt around the body's waist, and sure enough he found a small bag. When he took it out, he saw that it was about the same size as a colorful bag, but the gray cloth was so dusty that it was not eye-catching at all.