Looking at the silent mustache, Lao Zhao thought for a while, shook his head and said: "You should know that many things are in the past, and it won't help if you poke a hole in the sky. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying
You shouldn't take revenge, I just want to tell you that after the revenge is over, the great monk's spirit can rest in peace in heaven, so... you should also live well."
"Let's go." Mustache didn't want to discuss the issue any more. He turned around and continued walking to the other side of the slope.
"What should we do next? I always feel that this is not appropriate?" Lao Zhao followed and said: "The other party's people are scattered, and we have few people. If we fight one by one like this, it will waste too much time, and
Not safe.”
"Do you have any ideas?"
"It's a bit difficult." Old Zhao scratched his head and said, "We can only try our best to lead them to a place as much as possible. We will blow up explosives and shoot them randomly. We can kill as many as we can."
Mustache and Lao Zhao are weak on their own, but their only advantage is that these two old-fashioned organizations never use firearms, which brings some convenience to their actions.
"Where can we lead them?"
In fact, even Mustache doesn't know where the real holy weapon is hidden in the mountains. Because he doesn't care about this and is focused on revenge, he doesn't fully pursue the burial place of the holy weapon. If there is any place
If it can attract everyone together, there is no doubt that it is the specific location where the sacred artifact is located.
"This location is actually not important. As long as we deliberately leave some traces, those people will definitely follow us."
Xiaohu and Lao Zhao set off. They then walked deeper into the low mountains to find the most suitable place for an ambush. They had observed the nearby terrain for a long time and were familiar with it. The two walked deliberately very slowly.
There were many vague but definitely identifiable traces left along the way.
This method is effective. Someone first discovered the dead members of the human world, and then pursued them, and saw the traces left by Mustache and Lao Zhao. For them, there is no more important clue than this, so many people invisibly
They all focused on these traces and pursued them all the way.
At least until now, Mustache is still in a more active position. He can stop at any time and observe the actions of those behind him. His guess is correct. The significance of a major event approaching the end is difficult to describe in words. The last generation
The curse of Great Lute has caused the pilgrims and the world that have been followed for thousands of years to each carry different necessities for existence, and now is the moment that decides everything. The two ancient organizations have completely come out, although they have not yet
A leader like Bosiba was found, but Mustache knew that he would definitely come.
"She will come too..."
The two people walked farther and farther, gradually leading those people to the depths of the low mountains. This mountainous area is not high in altitude, but it covers a large and continuous area. When they got here, Xiao Hu and Lao Zhao also
He was not very familiar with the terrain. During the journey, Mustache discovered some old and almost unrecognizable things. Most of them were relics, including accessories, tools, and ritual objects used for sacrifice. This place was an absolute no-man's land.
, even if someone has been here, they will only stay briefly on the outside of the mountains, so deep in the mountains, everything remains original.
There is no doubt that this was once a place where betrayers of the ancient religion gathered. The Great Lute family and the traitor family all regard themselves as the most orthodox inheritors of the ancient religion in their own consciousness.
"It's time to return to zero." Mustache casually threw away a small stone sculpture. Wherever there are people in this world, there will be fights. As long as human beings do not disappear, fights will never stop. Hatred is far greater than kindness.
It has existed for a long time. Everything today is entirely the result of the constant fighting between the two groups a long time ago.
They increased their speed, and finally, Old Zhao found a place that was suitable for an ambush. Setting up explosives here could kill or injure many people, but Old Zhao analyzed that if they did this, they might only be able to kill pilgrims or one party in the world.
After being hit hard, people from both organizations will not pursue them side by side at the same time.
"It depends on who is unlucky." Old Zhao quickly arranged the arrangements on the spot. When Mustache looked at his busy figure and the explosives buried in the ground one by one, he no longer felt much. If it were placed
In the past, he would have thought about how many lives these explosives would take, and how many innocent people would be involved.
Who is innocent? Who is more pitiful than whom?
The nearest group of people chasing Xiaohu and Lao Zhao were not far away from them. When Lao Zhao set up the place, the opponent was already approaching. The two men lurked nearby. Lao Zhao skillfully prepared firearms and bullets and raised his hand to do it.
He made an aiming gesture and said to Mustache: "If you can't handle it with explosives, you can't escape a random sweep."
When the people behind chased here, the traces that Lao Zhao deliberately left became even more obvious. They chased all the way without encountering any problems, so they stepped even harder and rushed with their heads buried. There were many people, and they rushed from both sides.
Faintly outflanking them from one direction, and gradually following the traces left by Old Zhao, they entered the pre-explosion range.
For these people, the explosion occurred very suddenly. The first dull explosion shook the space, and air waves and debris swarmed into the sky. Then, the second and third explosions appeared without any gaps.
This area was completely covered by the explosion. Although the open explosion was not too powerful, those people almost stepped on the explosives. The explosion sounded, and an unknown number of people were directly blown away, with their limbs and pieces of flesh thrown away.
It's everywhere.
When the aftermath of the explosion was still echoing around, Lao Zhao started shooting. From his position, the people below who were not dead yet were living targets. Although Lao Zhao usually had a playful smile and a carefree face, he looked smaller than Xiao Xiao.
Beard is easy to contact, but his heart is more decisive than Mustache, and he is never merciless in killing. The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the place where the explosion had just occurred, and one shot after another harvested the remaining lives.
Not many people could escape. There was almost no wind in this area surrounded by mountains. The dust caused by the explosion lingered for a long time before it gradually settled. Seeing that the people below were almost dead, Old Zhao put away his gun.
, he estimated that the explosions and gunshots would quickly attract those chasing behind him, so he could no longer expose himself.
When the dust settled, Lao Zhao was stunned for a moment, then took out his telescope and looked over there.
"A crack was exploded on the ground." Lao Zhao turned around and said to Mustache: "It's not obvious, Xiao Xiang, something is wrong."
Lao Zhao knew the explosives he had buried himself. This amount of explosives and the impact of the explosion would not cause the ground to explode unless the ground was hollow. But the two of them did not dare to get close to observe at this time.
"People in ancient religions like to drill holes. What do you think of that crack?"
Both the Great Lute family and the traitors continued to inherit the customs of their religion in the early days. In fact, in this regard, the traitors inherited it longer and more thoroughly, because the Great Lute family continued to inherit the customs of their own religion in the early days.
After Xiong gained religious control, he broke away from the original customs and used cities as gathering places.
Lao Zhao wanted to continue talking, but at this time, he suddenly closed his mouth. At the same time, a sense of crisis that came from unknown sources also arose in Mustache's heart. The two of them turned back and looked around, but
Saw nothing.
The sense of crisis is very strong, like an invisible knife slowly approaching my throat. This feeling is quite bad, not only the psychological pressure, but more importantly, with the eyesight and sensing ability of the two of them.
, can’t observe which direction this crisis is coming from. The crisis is like a large tide, surging in from all directions, making it impossible to distinguish and resist.
"Let's go!" Mustache said without thinking. It was too late to think about it anymore. It was obvious that at least one very terrifying enemy appeared nearby and locked onto them.
As soon as his body moved, he bent down and rolled out of his hiding place. As his body rushed out, a thin, short but seemingly magical shadow appeared in his mind.
He couldn't see anything, but he had a strong premonition that Nan Anshou might be coming. This enemy that allowed Bosi Batu to escape at the last moment had already targeted himself and Lao Zhao. This was the enemy that the mustache couldn't figure out the most.
He is not afraid of Bosiba, but he is a little afraid of Nan Anshou.
Suddenly, Mustache's senses surged to the extreme, and he finally vaguely noticed that just to their right, in the tidal crisis, there was a powerful aura, as if the most ferocious wolf king among the wolves was coming.
Approaching them little by little. Without saying a word, Mustache pulled Lao Zhao away.
Lao Zhao had never encountered Nan Anshou before, and he was a little unbelieving in evil. In his mind, no one in the world could withstand gun fire.
"Let me put him down before we talk!" Lao Zhao raised his hand and raised his gun while retreating.
"It's useless." Mustache ran faster and faster. Old Zhao didn't believe in evil because he hadn't seen so much. If Old Zhao had also participated in the last battle at Panlong Mountain and witnessed the skills of the hundred-year-old Wei Ba, he would have
You will know that guns are not absolutely effective. For some people, it is just a fire stick.
Old Zhao was dragged away by Mustache, but the invisible but powerful pressure and the overwhelming sense of crisis did not disappear at all, like an invisible ghost shadow following them closely.
What people fear most is not death, but the atmosphere and pressure before death. If this kind of pressure continues, it will cause people's psychology to collapse. The enemy of Xiao Hu and Lao Zhao obviously knows this, and he has always been afraid of death.
Without showing up, just use this method to defeat them before taking action.
It's just that he didn't realize how strong the psychological quality of the two people he wanted to defeat was. Xiao Hu and Lao Zhao seemed to be running and escaping for their lives, but what they really planned was to fight back.