It was getting late, so Yun Zhongting, He Xingtian and Mo Long returned to the inn. Liu Juntong and the little girl naturally returned to their newly renovated home.
On the way, Yun Zhongting asked He Xingtian: "Tell me, why did Liu Juntong stop us halfway and not let us go to their house?"
"Because humans and ghosts take different paths, we can neither go the same way nor return to the same destination. Otherwise, we will suffer big losses in the long run." He Xingtian said.
Mo Long looked at them and said, "You are right, but I don't understand one thing. I want to ask you."
He Xingtian looked at Yun Zhongting and said, "We are all a family. If you have anything to say, just say it!"
"What did you see in the forest? Can anyone tell me?" Mo Long looked at them with longing eyes.
Because Mo Long also participated in the war three thousand years ago, he now really wants to know what the so-called "Pan Ze" is.
He Xingtian told him everything he saw in the forest that day.
Mo Long said: "By the way, that's him. How come he hasn't been reincarnated for three thousand years?"
He Xingtian and Yun Zhong were very puzzled when they heard Mo Long talking like this.
"Do you know that Pan Ze?" Yun Zhongting asked.
He Xingtian also looked at Mo Long suspiciously.
"Is the man you saw tall and fat, with a full beard, eyes in pits, and lips like two pieces of flesh, turned outwards, with a fierce look?" Mo Long asked
Crane flies in the sky.
"Yes! That's what you said. What do you think? Do you know him?" He Xingtian asked.
"Not only did I know him, but I also had a deep relationship with him. To be clear, I killed him. I will never forget him, and he will never forget me," Mo Long said.
The three of them returned to the inn, and the innkeeper hurriedly came up to greet them. He immediately served them wine and food, and the three of them started changing glasses.
"Just now, Mo Long, you said that you killed Pan Ze. Didn't he have no reincarnation like Liu Juntong?" Yun Zhongting asked, "He does too. This man is neither a human nor a ghost. What happened to him?"
What's going on?"
He Xingtian also looked at Mo Long with the same doubtful eyes. Mo Long smiled, "What are you looking at me for? I don't know what's going on here!"
"Three thousand years ago, I led a team and met Pan Ze's team and started a fierce battle. Pan Ze was also very powerful. I didn't get any advantage at all at the beginning. Later, Chihun was still
Your Excellency taught me a way to defeat him. I cut off his head out of anger." Mo Long looked at the two of them.
"Time flies so fast. Three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. I never imagined that I would meet this damn Pan Ze here!" Mo Long said angrily, "This person is neither a human nor a ghost!"
Yun Zhong laughed and said to He Xingtian: "Do you also want to know what happened between Mo Long and Pan Ze three thousand years ago? Now, taking this opportunity, let's let Mo Long tell us!
"As he said that, he looked at Mo Long.
"Yes! Yes! Mo Long, just tell us! We are very willing to listen!" He Xingtian also said.
Mo Long picked up the glass and drank it. "Okay! I'll tell you about it!"
Molong thought for a while and then started talking.
It was a windless afternoon. The two armies were facing each other and had been quarreling for more than half a month. The morale of the Demon Realm Alliance Army was already low. All the generals lost confidence. Chihun was no longer among the army.
In search of the power of the gods, I went to a distant seaside alone. I said I was looking for some "divine pearl".
The only ones left are a few generals who can take charge, headed by Mo Long.
Really afraid of what might come, Mo Long and the others always paid careful attention to each other's movements. The sun was still high in the sky, and they thought that the enemy would not attack during the day. However, Pan Ze led the team and actually came.
The formation was called outside Dazhai, and Molong was called upon to fight.
After discussing with other generals, Molong decided to send one of his young generals to fight.
Molong led the crowd to the front of the two armies. Pan was riding a tall horse, covered in snow-white, and holding a big iron stick, which was very powerful.
Pan is a bloodthirsty demon. Countless creatures have died under his iron rod. He has always regarded all creatures in the world as nothing but grass and has no mercy. Therefore, Mo Long and the others have tried every possible means to kill them.
He tried to kill him, but it never succeeded.
"Pan Ze, you are in vain to be a general of the God Realm. You do not value peace in everything, you are indiscriminate, and you only know how to kill. You are already full of evil. Today we will get rid of you, this devil, for the world!" With that, Mo Long's men
The young general clapped his horse and rushed forward, waving a big knife in his hand and ran straight towards Pan Ze.
A man also ran out from the opponent's camp, holding a spear, and came over to kill him.
The two men fought together like this. The fight was so lively that the dust flew up and clanged. The soldiers on both sides waved flags and shouted, and the drums beat loudly!
Mo Long looked at the fight in front of him. He felt that his side might not be able to withstand it any time soon. He hurriedly called for help, but it was already too late. The young general had already been killed by his opponent.
Mo Long had no choice but to lead his troops back into the stronghold, temporarily closing the stronghold gate and letting the enemy scold them but not fight.
Pan Ze had no choice but to dare to attack Dazhai easily, so the stalemate continued.
In the evening, Mo Long sat with several other generals to discuss how to retreat from the enemy.
The candlelight flickered, the chill was overwhelming, and several people in the big tent sighed. There was really no other way, and the enemy was so arrogant. The most important task at the moment was to solve the problem of low morale.
Mo Long said, "Currently, the army has sufficient food and grass. It can be said that the troops are strong, but they have been defeated repeatedly. The reason is that there is no one who can defeat the enemy. Can we think of a way to boost morale?" Then, he looked at it.
The other generals also nodded in agreement.
But what method should be used? This is really difficult for them.
"How about this! We lied and claimed that General Chihun was back, and I dressed up as General Chihun. You guys can show off to me. After you go back, you rush to make a big flag overnight with a big deficit embroidered on it. Tomorrow
, before dawn, plant the flag outside General Chihun's tent. I will rest in General Chihun's tent tonight. From tomorrow on, you will treat me with the courtesy of General Chihun.
"Mo Long looked at them and asked for their opinions.
Everyone had no other choice, so they followed Mo Long's idea. No one could guarantee the outcome.