Half an hour passed, and pedestrians gradually passed by on the distant horizon. They were far away, and the visitors had noticed something strange about Shili Pavilion in the distance.
His heart tightened, and the pedestrian couldn't help but take two quick steps, and he could clearly see that the black "things" on the ground were severed limbs, human heads, and broken bodies. A small piece of land was stained red with blood.
Also, there is a man in black kneeling on the ground with his back to him. At this moment, he is surrounded by dead bodies, scattered irregularly. The strange thing is, why would there be a person kneeling in such a Shura scene?
The ground is motionless?
Moreover, there was a long sword stuck across his face. Even if his back was turned to him, passers-by could clearly see that there was a sword on that man's face.
Looking at the man in black kneeling motionless on the ground in the distance, the pedestrian's heart skipped a beat. Even though he was used to walking at night and had seen many scenes, this scene was still weird, even though it was still bright and sunny at the moment.
God, but he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Unexpectedly, he felt that the sun above his head could not bring any warmth to his body. The cold air reached his tailbone and went straight to his forehead. He swallowed nervously and bravely walked forward carefully.
"Are there...are there still...live people?"
Pedestrians ask carefully.
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he found that the man kneeling on the ground seemed to turn his head slightly, and shouted like a ghost: "Woo... Wu... Wu...
..."
Hearing this sound, the pedestrian's scalp immediately became numb and he shouted: "Oh my God!"
It's haunted!
"
After saying that, he rolled and climbed down the ten-mile slope without looking back.
It didn't take long for the news that Shilipo was "haunted" to spread in a small town not far away. People spread the word, including idle people, swordsmen, and even people in the government.
Alarmed.
No better than the ordinary people who knew nothing, the wanderers knew that this was definitely not as simple as being "haunted", but the people in the government smelled a trace of blood in it.
Immediately, interested people rushed to Shilipo outside the town. Some smart people had vaguely guessed what it was, because not long ago, everyone was still discussing the Demon Lord Dongzhang in the inn, and then the Thirteenth Taibao of Hump went there
Look for.
Shilipo would be haunted sooner or later, but if it happens at this time, it's hard not to make people take notice.
Upon hearing the news, a group of evil heretics winked and rushed to Shilipo before the officials came. Behind them were a large group of daring common people who came to watch the fun.
Once they arrived at the scene and saw the tragic scene on the ground, everyone gasped in unison: "Hiss..."
A sword-carrying man's eyelids jumped at the sight, and he quickly came to Lao Ba, stared at the long sword thrust across his face, and said: "Ghost Lao Ba, what's going on?!"
Presumably the two of them knew each other.
Seeing an acquaintance, Lao Ba raised his eyes haggardly and muttered without a complete sentence.
Seeing this, someone on the side reminded: "Mo Laoer, he has a sword stuck in his face. How can you tell someone to respond to you?"
Seeing that more and more people were gathering around him, Mo Lao Er nodded, came to Lao Ba's side and said, "Be patient!"
After speaking, he put his hand on the sword handle and slowly pulled the sword outward. As the sword continued to move outward, the harsh sound of cutting flesh also touched the heartstrings of everyone present.
Everyone felt a burst of physical pain when they saw it, and the person involved, the old man, was so painful that he rolled his eyes frequently and had reached the critical point of coma.
After finally pulling out the long sword from Lao Ba's face, Mo Lao Er just breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly Lao Ba fell forward limply and passed out from the pain.
At this time, more people arrived at the scene. They frowned and looked at the broken bodies on the ground. They did not feel sorry for the unconscious Lao Ba. Someone strong had already snatched Lao Ba from Mr. Mo's hand and slapped him.
It hit his bloody face, causing the onlookers to look at him with dazzling eyes and frightened him.
And the old man was also slapped roughly by this person and woke up from the pain. It was really difficult for him. He had just been unconscious from the pain and was about to wake up again. When he saw him slowly opening his eyes, the person said in a deep voice: "You Hump Thirteen Taibao?"
He's not just a cat or a dog, he's a notorious murderer in Hebei, so how could he be blamed? Tell me, who is the murderer? Is it the Demon King Dongzhang?"
Lao Ba looked at this person and recognized that he was an old cultivator who was active in the desert. He laughed twice and said hoarsely: "Hey hey hey...don't you just want to know about him from my mouth?"
How is your strength? We all have the same goal, so why rush to die..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts tightened, and the old man Xiu Xian immediately shouted: "You want to die?!"
"Hehehehe... What's the difference between me and death now..." Lao Ba was unmoved by his threat and was very bachelor.
Seeing this, everyone was helpless. Any threats from a person who wanted to die were useless. He was not afraid at all.
Lao Ba turned his head and looked around, chuckled miserably, and said: "He is not someone you can deal with. His methods are even more cruel than you imagine. Human life has no weight in his eyes. If you want to defeat him, you have to do it."
So I feel like I was tortured and killed by him."
After finishing speaking, everyone turned around to look at the broken body lying on the ground. They also agreed with Lao Ba's words and had a little understanding of Dongzhang.
But Lao Ba didn't finish his words. He didn't want to recall some of the fears in his heart. To describe it in one word, it was like a cat playing with a mouse, Dongzhang was the cat, and he and others were the mice waiting to be slaughtered.
Anyone who has ever raised a cat knows that before a cat eats a mouse, it must go through some torture. During this period, the cat will bite off the mouse's hands, waist and cervical vertebrae, or bite off its limbs until the mouse can no longer struggle and resist, and then dies.
Only a patient cat will open its big mouth to enjoy the food in front of it.
This is pure bad taste. It can obviously bite a mouse to death, but it will not do that. It just wants to play with you until you are unable to resist and feel desperate, then it will kill you.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The same is true for Dongzhang. He also has this habit of teasing and teasing those extremely vicious people. In the eyes of his opponents, he is very perverted.
He can chop off the enemy's limbs with a smile without blinking, and he can calmly crush the enemy's hand and foot bones inch by inch without a change of expression on his face.
In the eyes of his opponents, he is an out-and-out devil, so the title of Devil Lord really does not wrong him. This is the dark side of Dong Zhang, but there is one thing that Lao Ba was wrong about. Human life is in Dong Zhang.
In the eyes of my husband, it is actually very important.
He respects life. The old man in the farmland and the woman selling vegetables on the street are all extremely important to him, and they are no less important than those who are officials.
He just treats people. Dongzhang, an unarmed ordinary person, will not kill. What he kills is just some extremely vicious scum. But this is not something that people who are familiar with don't know at all. They don't have the chance to know. They only know that he is against people.
The enemy's methods are extremely cruel.
After a pause, Lao Ba glanced at the silent crowd, and then said: "You can go to Zhongnan Mountain. He left you a message, that is, he will attend the Demon Slaying Meeting on time...
..."
"Hehehehehe...it's incredible...I'm just as confused as you...there are obviously people who want to kill him, but he doesn't care at all and doesn't even think about it."
Do you understand? That’s because he doesn’t like you ants at all... Hahahaha..."
Lao Ba's voice stopped abruptly before he could finish his words, but his head was twisted off by this old monster Xiu Xian, and he was so dead that he couldn't die anymore.
"Old weirdo!
you!
"Everyone was shocked and shouted.
Throwing away Lao Ba's body, the old monster Xiu Xian stood up and said sadly: "He talks too much..."
Yes, he talks too much. If he keeps talking, everyone will be frightened by the Dongzhang mentioned by Lao Ba. At that time, who would dare to participate in the demon-slaying meeting? How can he take advantage of the opportunity to fish?
No one is stupid. If you want to kill Dongzhang alone, you will definitely not be able to do it. As the saying goes, things are easier to do when there are more people. There are people who can protect you from danger, and you can take advantage of yourself. This is everyone's consistent mentality.
This is actually the purpose of Dongzhang keeping Laoba alive. First, it is to frighten some ungrateful people and let them think about themselves. Secondly, it is a bloody warning. I, Dongzhang, am not a soft persimmon. If you don't have any strength, don't come.
Otherwise, you will end up like the Thirteen Humpback Taibao.
Obviously, Dongzhang's goal was achieved, although not to the extent expected, but it was achieved.
This matter will surely spread quickly after that.
At this time, in the crowd, a one-armed swordsman stood gloomily on the edge of the crowd. Farther away, there was a beautiful Taoist nun in apricot-yellow robes who was also quietly sizing up the scene.
Sword Tomb.
The perpetrator, Dongzhang, was quietly about to climb up the cliff when a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "Where did you run just now..."