"Old Hu, what are you doing?!" Seeing Hu Hongde stand up from behind a rock where he was hiding at the entrance of the valley, Ye Tian quickly grabbed him.
"Blind Meng asked me to go out, and I will go and explain clearly!"
Hu Hongde looked at Ye Tian strangely and said: "We have a theory of numbers here. If we can't agree on it, we will fight each other with swords and guns. Since Blind Meng is not afraid of him, what should I be afraid of?"
Before liberation, the three northeastern provinces were full of bandits. Except for soldiers, it was impossible to find a good person outside the city. However, as a result, when robbing homes and houses, you would often encounter fellow soldiers.
Therefore, slang words such as the king of heaven covering the tiger and the pagoda suppressing the river demon have become popular. If there is a conflict between two groups of bandits, they will bring all the people and horses to negotiate in advance, and they will only fight if they can't reach an agreement.
Even today, there are still such rules in the mountains, so Hu Hongde stepped forward and wanted to explain things to Blind Meng.
After listening to Hu Hongde's explanation, Ye Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pulled him back and said angrily: "Old Hu, you are already in your sixties or seventies. Could it be that your brain is broken?"
He was only thirty meters away from the old forest, and Ye Tian could even clearly sense the murderous intent coming from inside. If Hu Hongde dared to go out so carelessly, he would definitely be beaten into a hornet's nest.
"No way? If Blind Meng does this, he won't be able to survive in this mountain." Hu Hongde is an old-school person and takes rules very seriously, so he doesn't take Ye Tian's words seriously.
"That's nonsense. If I kill you, who will know that he broke the rules?"
Ye Tian looked at Hu Hongde as if he didn't recognize him. He really didn't know how this old man could live so long and still be prosperous in the mountains.
In fact, Ye Tian didn't know that if you broke the rules in this mountain, you would die faster. Hu Hongde was a righteous man and had great martial arts skills. Although he had encountered villains, he had no danger.
"Bring me your hat and take off your clothes!"
Seeing that Hu Hongde did not believe what he said, Ye Tian pulled off the sheepskin hat on his head. After Hu Hongde took off his clothes, Ye Tian picked up a dry branch more than two meters long and lifted up the hat.
Ye Tian walked to the edge of the rock, turned back to Hu Hongde and said, "Shout!"
"Meng Guangde, I'm coming out, you come out too!" Following Hu Hongde's shout, Ye Tian stretched out his coat and hat from the mouth of the valley.
The sun had set by now, and the light was a little dark, but with the reflection of the white snow on the ground, people could still be distinguished. However, from a distance of twenty to thirty meters, Ye Tian believed that Meng Xiazi and others could not see clearly.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang..."
"Da da da……"
Just when Ye Tian just stretched out his coat and hat, several gunshots with different sounds rang out like firecrackers. The sound of gunshots, either crisp or dull, spread into the valley, far away in the silent snowy night.
echoed out.
And the clothes and hats on the branch were instantly filled with dozens of bullet holes. They were fluttered high by the impact, and it took a long time before they fell to the snow.
Meng Xiazi and the others had all kinds of guns, from the old 56 semi-automatic rifles to the pre-liberation 38 rifles. Guo Zichen had a 79 micro punch. I don’t know where he got this kind of gun.
The standard weapon for the army?
There was even a buddy who took an old cannon and fired it with one shot. Countless grains of iron sand could cover a large area. Although this kind of gun was not very lethal, its hit rate was very high. The bullets on the clothes
Nine times out of ten holes are caused by it.
"Damn it, Blind Meng really doesn't think he's from the mountains anymore?"
Seeing this scene, Hu Hongde's cold sweat immediately flowed down his spine. If Ye Tian hadn't held him back just now, his life would have been ruined here.
"Mr. Meng, we hit, we've killed Hu Hansan!"
Seeing a shadow floating high, there was a burst of cheers in the old forest. From twenty to thirty meters away, Guo Zichen and others could not see clearly that it was just a piece of clothing.
"Shut up, everyone!"
If others can't see clearly, it doesn't mean that Blind Meng can't see it either. His eyes with many white eyes and few black eyes are much easier to use than those of Guo Zichen.
"What's wrong? Master Meng?" Seeing Meng Meng's gloomy face, Guo Zichen and the others closed their mouths in embarrassment.
Blind Meng cursed angrily: "That's just a piece of clothing. Damn it, has this old guy Hu Hongde learned to play tricks?"
There is a kind of person in this world who always only focuses on the shortcomings of others, but never reflects on his own behavior. Blind Meng also doesn't think about it. If he hadn't lied first, would Ye Tian have come up with this method?
"Meng...Mr. Meng, then...what should we do? This Hu Hansan is famous for being cruel and ruthless!"
Guo Zichen's teeth chattered when he heard that Hu Hongde had not been killed. He was considered a gangster and had several lives under his control, but he really had no confidence at all when facing Hu Hongde.
Back then, Guo Zichen was holding a gun in his hand, but Hu Hongde stabbed his wrist with a flying knife. Even now, he is still not very handy with a gun in his left hand.
Blind Meng had also lost his composure at this time, kicked him over, and cursed: "Damn it, I told you to leave early, but none of you listened, otherwise how could they have blocked the valley entrance!"
"Mr. Meng, please... or should we go back?"
Guo Zichen was kicked so hard that he turned somersaults on the ground. He stood up but did not dare to complain. Now their lives depended on Blind Meng.
"Go back? If you don't freeze to death, you will be killed by Hu Hongde. Just wait and see!"
Blind Meng took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions. At this juncture, getting angry in a hurry would only lead to wrong judgment.
"Old Hu, why is there no movement over there? Could it be that you want to run away?" Behind the rock at the entrance of the valley, Ye Tianye was communicating with Hu Hongde. The other party's firepower was too strong, and even Ye Tian was not sure of rushing out.
Hu Hongde sneered and said: "They are waiting for us to lose our composure!"
The most important thing for a good hunter is not accurate marksmanship, but good patience. The most important thing is to have a fatal blow. However, compared with Hu Hongde's patience, Meng Xiazi made the wrong idea.
Maybe Meng Xiazi himself can survive with Hu Hongde, but Guo Zichen and the others are all ordinary people. Although they are young and strong, in this mountain with more than 20 degrees below zero, even if they are wearing fur coats, they cannot last long.
of.
"Meng...Mr. Meng, we can't stand this...it's freezing...it's almost freezing me to death!"
Only half an hour had passed, and Guo Zichen and the others were stamping their feet on the spot, with a trace of purple on their faces and lips. The cold seemed to freeze people's souls.
"Er Niu, come with me and guard the entrance of the valley. You two can go pick up some dry firewood and light a fire in the open space over there!"
Seeing the faces of Guo Zichen and others, Blind Meng also understood that they couldn't hold on any longer. In less than an hour, their thinking and reactions would become very slow, and by then they might not even be able to hold a gun.
Moreover, even Meng Xiazi himself would not be Hu Hongde's opponent if the confrontation continued like this. However, he had no good intentions in asking Guo Zichen to get angry.
"Okay, Mr. Meng, as long as we guard the mouth of the valley, Hu Hansan won't be able to get out. We will kill him by then!"
After hearing Meng Mengzi's words, Guo Zichen and others were overjoyed, but no one saw the sneer on Meng Mengzi's face.
"Ye Tian, they started a fire. It will be bad for us if we continue like this!"
A ball of fire lit up from the forest opposite, but due to the dense trees, Hu Hongde could not see Meng Xiazi and others.
"Old Hu, this is not a solution. We can't let them warm themselves by the fire while we are freezing, right?" Ye Tian frowned. There was not a single tree in the valley, and they couldn't even light a fire.
Seeing the bonfire being lit, Blind Meng, who was hiding behind a tree, said to the strong man next to him: "Er Niu, watch over me, and I'll ask the gods to come up to you!"
Erniu nodded and said: "Okay, Master Meng, don't worry, I won't let even a fly fly out!"
Picking up the sheepskin drum with his left hand, Blind Meng banged it hard with his right hand, and sang in his mouth, "It's freezing cold. I entered the mountain. I'm surrounded by rivers and dangers. The gods passing by will stop and watch the sky."
Great Sage, you are on top of me, hey!"
The rough singing echoed in the mountains and forests, coupled with the constant beating of sheepskin drums. Although they knew that Blind Meng was one of their own, a very strange atmosphere still filled the hearts of Guo Zichen and others.
"Why is Blind Meng singing now?" Ye Tian had never seen a great master before, so he listened to the lyrics with gusto.
"He's inviting the gods!" Hu Hongde's face was a little solemn. After his granddaughter was cast by Meng Xiazi, he no longer dared to look down on these crooked ways.
"Please God?!" Ye Tian was shocked when he heard this, and immediately stopped smiling, and said: "Old Hu, please pay attention, let me see what is going on?"
Shamanic techniques originated in the pre-Qin period or earlier, because at that time human lifespan was very short and there were many natural disasters and diseases.
Therefore, most shamanic techniques are mainly used to treat patients, and there are not many means of attacking the surname. This is the main reason why it was gradually replaced by Tibetan Buddhism.
However, spells that have been passed down for thousands or even tens of thousands of years have their own unique features. After Ye Tian told Hu Hongde, he released his consciousness, but he wanted to feel the impact of this spell on the vitality of the world.
Will it have any impact?
"Huh? What kind of spiritual power is this?"
Just over a minute after Meng Xiazi's singing started, Ye Tian suddenly noticed that a spiritual energy he had never seen before was generated between heaven and earth, and poured into Meng Xiazi's body.
However, Meng Xiazi, who originally felt that Ye Tian's energy and blood were far inferior to Hu Hongde's, suddenly had a surge of energy and blood that could faintly overwhelm Hu Hongde beside him. It must be the effect of this "great god"'s upper body.
