"Everyone in the world is white, but I am the only one who is black! I love all but don't attack, I guard the right and punish the evil! I will fight to the death, but I am the Mexican only!!!"
The slogans rippled impassionedly back and forth in the empty sky, and the desolate wind rolled up the sand on the ground in an attempt to cover the dusky sky. The middle-aged man in ragged black clothes had a hoarse voice, repeating the slogans that penetrated into the blood over and over again, hoarse. The handful in his hand
The true color of the gray-white ancient knife has long been lost. Dark red and bright red marks are wrapped layer by layer on the knife, flowing down his skinny and dark palm. He is already covered with scars, but he still wields the knife tirelessly.
Around him, one hundred and seventy-nine people dressed like him were already lying. On the yellow earth, dried and undried bloodstains told the story of a fierce battle...
"Giggle..." A burst of weird laughter echoed in the air, harsh, piercing people's hearts like needles, making people feel unbearable discomfort. Accompanied by a strong smell of blood, gray-black shadows slowly
The ground gathered around him.
"Am I, Mo Li, really going to die here today?" He thought like this, without any fear in his heart. Instead, his fighting spirit became even higher. "My Mo family has supported justice, upheld justice and punished evil for hundreds of years since the great master Mo Di.
Year, I was martyred today, and I deserved to die!" He took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and saw the shadows in the gray surroundings very clearly. It was just the blood and gestures that flowed out uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.
The hand holding the handle of the knife was trembling slightly, showing that he was at the end of his strength.
"Hand over the jade slips!" The cold voice pierced the soul, running up the spine like a shivering snake: "Hand over the jade slips, not only will you be spared from death, but the Mohist family will also be pardoned! One day when my king is born, everyone in the Mohist family will be
But he can survive, otherwise...after today, the world will no longer know what Mo is!
Mo Li endured the torment of physical pain. He steeled himself to prevent himself from fainting due to the pain. He smiled bitterly, and then said sternly: "I, the Mo family, have been upholding justice and punishing evil for hundreds of years. When will we be here again?"
Are you lingering under the evil spirit's power? You are defending your way with death today, what else can you ask for?" As soon as he finished speaking, he was like an arrow from the string, attacking the shadow closest to him, and the shadow said "Ah",
It was obvious that he had hit him. With a "poof...", a stream of dark red blood filled the air and splashed all over Mo Li.
"Seeking death!" The sharp voice was very angry. It didn't expect that Mo Li, who was seriously injured and dying, could still have such strength and speed to seriously injure one of his men. The shadow moved as fast as lightning, leaving a trace on Mo Li's body.
Got heavy scars.
"Ah..." Mo Li shouted, his body rose into the air, and several pillars of blood spurted out from his body. His whole body was covered in blood and flesh, and he suddenly fell to more than ten meters away. And the shadows around him,
Suddenly they gathered around again.
"For the last time, where is the jade slip?" The voice was as ugly as a night owl.
"You will never find it..." The corner of Mo Li's mouth curved in an arc, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. His consciousness was fading, and the last bit of consciousness thought: "Mo Yu,
We have successfully lured away these ghosts. You must live well and save the last drop of blood of our Mo family, so that our Mo family can pass on the fire..." Mo Li's eyes were peaceful, and he worked hard to form the image in his mind.
A figure appeared, the figure that successfully escaped. As long as Mo Yu succeeds, the Mo family will not perish today.
"Uh..." Mo Li groaned again. All the bones in his body seemed to be crushed to pieces. The severe pain once again stimulated the depths of his soul, making him unable to survive or die.
.The Yin spirit would not let Mo Li die so easily. Under the stimulation of severe pain, Mo Li's consciousness became much clearer.
"You know, I can peel off your soul and get everything I want to know from your soul!" The voice continued to roar: "Don't force me to use this method." The Yin Spirit threatened the body loudly.
As a Mohist, I naturally know how cruel and bloody this method is.
Mo Li stared at the shadow in front of him and looked carefully. There was no obstacle in his eyes that ordinary people could not see clearly. He knew very well that the abilities of these evil spirits could not be controlled by the seal of the jade slip.
It would be impossible to use more powerful means to deal with him. He smiled contemptuously, opened his mouth, and a stream of blood flowed out uncontrollably, and said unruly: "Then, then come..."
"Jie Jie..." Yin Ling laughed angrily and let out a terrifying laugh. The entire valley reverberated with this terrifying and shrill sound. All the birds returning to their nests in the forest at dusk were frightened and flapped their wings.
He fled hastily into the distance. Just when he was about to teach this ungrateful Mo Li a deeper lesson, an accident happened.
Mo Li took advantage of Yin Ling's smile and suddenly crushed the jade ring on his ring finger. With a "click", the blood flowing out of Mo Li's body suddenly turned into a raging fire.
The remaining bloodstains on all the Mohists on the ground connected one after another, and a sea of fire formed. The Yin spirits gathered near Mo Li suddenly let out "Wow...ah..." screams of ghosts and gods howling one after another.
It was like purgatory on earth. Countless ghosts were burned to ashes in this flame. "Brothers, Mo Li has avenged you..." Mo Li said his last words before the fire devoured him. He opened his eyes wide,
The distant figure still lingers in my mind, and my heart feels peaceful.
"This is the fire of the soul..."
"Despicable and shameless Mo Li..."
"ah……"
Within a radius of a hundred miles, the birds in the sky were flying wildly, panicking as if the end of the world was coming, and the wild beasts that used to be domineering in the forest were also trembling and trembling on the ground.
After a long time, the ghosts who escaped the disaster gathered together again. After being burned by the fire, the previous tragic scene could no longer be seen. The corpses and blood stains on the ground had disappeared, leaving only a burnt handle.
And the marks left by those Mohist dead who died on it.
"Search the surroundings for me. This spirit-burning fire cannot burn the jade slips!" The noisy voice of the Yin Spirit leader who fled very quickly appeared in the air again.
"The jade slips are not on these corpses..."
"That mithril ancient sword is fake..."
"One hundred and eighty-one inkers, only one hundred and eighty marks were found, one person missing..."
"..."
The distant mountains are vast and dark, like landscape paintings, with thick and sparse ink and clear layers. The sunset slants down at dusk, giving the yellow land a layer of faint golden halo, making it quiet and tranquil. This person has just experienced a desperate death.
The fighting place seemed to have turned into a paradise on earth. Only a few crows noticed the blood emanating from this place, and they hovered above the land in despair for a long, long time...
Unofficial history records: "Since the Western Han Dynasty, the Mohist family has disappeared from history. It is said that during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the giant Mo Li led 180 disciples into the Qinling Mountains and never came back. After that, there was no Mo family in the world. It is said that deep in the Qinling Mountains,
There are ink tablets, and the stories of those who inscribed them are mostly absurd and cannot be trusted, and there are no traces to be found."