The spring thunder in June blew up the first ray of dawn. The sun slowly rose from Dongshan Mountain, bringing with it the torrential summer rain. Under the bright spring light, the rain gradually became overwhelming and covered with thunder, and the sky was covered with snow.
The warm sunshine outside the white clouds shines on the bead-like curtain of heavy rain deep in the mountains, like a curtain hanging over the beautiful dark cloud mountains.
The heavy rain gathered in the mountains and formed streams, scouring the swampy mountain ground. It was like a flood bursting its banks, and it was unstoppable. However, no matter how fast the rain was, it could not wash away the crimson red that was the bloody revenge of the night...
In all directions more than ten miles away from Zhumazhai, a large number of people and swords appeared like meteors chasing the moon. The people sitting on the horses and whipping their whips were all the masters of the West Green Forest Village helmsman. After receiving the news, they hurried forward for nearly an hour.
Only then did we arrive at the location of the incident.
When the green forest heroes came to the gate of Zhumazhai, they were deeply shocked by the violent force that shattered the collapsed wall and the blood mixed with rain and flowing out.
"Quickly, take someone to see if there are any survivors?"
The leader of the Xinyi Hall, Qi Desheng, tightened his hands on the horse rope unnaturally. Following his command, nearly fifty men from four nearby villages came in unison and galloped into the village.
Qi Desheng followed, and when he arrived at Zhumazhai, he was startled by the wolf in his sight. His heartbeat doubled involuntarily, and a cold current surged out from his heart and spread throughout his body and limbs in an instant.
In Zhumazhai, the ground was covered with bloody corpses. At a glance, at least a hundred people died. The fate of these corpses was extremely tragic. They were all pierced through the chest with sharp weapons such as guns, and their heads were even quartered and limbs were broken.
, internal organs were everywhere, and many corpses could no longer be pieced together, and most of them were incomplete. More than a hundred corpses were piled in the middle of the village in Zhumazhai, stacked half a foot high, almost like a pile of corpses.
Seeing this scene, the Xinyi Hall disciples and the reinforcements who came from the nearby village took a breath at the same time. So many people died overnight, and the death was so tragic. Who could have done it?
A group of disciples circled around the pile of corpses twice and suddenly discovered the survivors. These Zhumazhai disciples who had narrowly escaped death were so frightened by the horror in front of them that they were sitting in front of a group of old, weak, sick and disabled.
Standing in a daze, the torrential rain poured down on them, but they had no reaction at all. They were just shivering, and they didn't know whether they were cold or frightened.
Qi Desheng instantly felt extremely fearful. If there weren't dozens of disciples watching around him, he might have been like those frightened Zhumazhai disciples. He took a few breaths and forced himself
After suppressing the fear in his heart, Qi Desheng ordered: "Go and bring them over."
Several disciples said "yes", picked up two disciples who were paralyzed by fright, carried them over, and threw them at Qi Desheng's feet.
The two disciples seemed to be stupid and crazy. One was thrown to the ground, one half lying on his side, his eyes empty and lifeless; the other was kneeling on his knees, but he didn't even think of raising his head, and even ignored Qi Qi.
Victory.
Qi Desheng was a master of the Xuanwu Realm after all. He became angry at the first glance and shouted: "What is this useless thing made of?"
The disciple seemed not to have heard, and said with a somewhat neurotic reflex: "Death, death, dead, dead, I was wrong, I was wrong, spare my life, spare my life..."
After asking several times, the disciple always gave the same answer. Qi Desheng was so angry that he whipped his horse whip and whipped the man aside.
At this moment, a disciple came over on horseback with Liu Rong's body hunched over on the horse. On the body was a long sword pierced from the chest to the back, and a piece of wrinkled paper that was soaked by the rain was inserted into the sword body.
The texture of this wrinkled paper is quite good. Even though it has been soaked in rain for a while, it has not festered. You can still read a line of small words on it.
Seeing this, Qi Desheng drew out his long sword and opened the crumpled paper and read: Loyal and hateful, killing his father and committing rebellion, seizing fire information privately, confusing right and wrong, causing harm to others, being despicable and shameless, and his crimes should be punished...
After reading what was written on the paper, Qi Desheng's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and his hands trembled involuntarily...
At this moment, a red fire signal soared into the sky thirty miles away, making a loud whistle like an eagle's cry.
Red fire message!
It is a message messenger that Henwuji imitated from Qinghou Huoxin and specially equipped for each village branch. There are many colors, and red is the highest danger signal, which means that the disciples in the hall are ambushed and victimized.
Everyone looked back and saw that the red fire letter was particularly dazzling under the heavy rain and the rolling clouds. When the fire letter took off, a burst of fire followed the fire letter and rose up from the sky. Everyone immediately heard the sound of the fire letter in the distance of thirty.
There were loud shouts of killing from inside and outside. For a moment, it overwhelmed the thunder in the sky and shook the mountains for dozens of miles...
The entourage following Qi Desheng identified the location, trembled and said, "Master, this is Shitou Village."
Qi Desheng seemed as if he hadn't heard anything and clenched his fists hard: "It's Feng Jueyu, he's back."
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For half a month, all forces in Xilulin at the junction of Yue, Qin and Huzhou, with Wuyun Villa as the center, were raided by a powerful mysterious team, which led to the destruction of many cottages under Xilulin. This force started with
Known for his toughness and bravery, his strength is unfathomable. Every time he appears, he will first submit a letter to the incense case in front of the village leader's hall, accusing the leader of the Zhonghou Hall of Wuyun Mountain that he committed patricide and framed others...for so many crimes.
For example, if the leader of the village kneels down to beg for mercy, that's all. If there is even the slightest hint of resistance, he will be suppressed by this force.
The methods of this force are cruel and ruthless. If they don't move, they will destroy the mountains and villages. Half a month ago, starting from the Huzhou branch in Zhumazhai, a bloody revenge storm officially kicked off. This force is elusive.
, each time from appearance to disappearance, it would not take more than half an hour, and it would come and go without a trace. Even if the disciples from the surrounding villages and sub-rudders heard the news and rushed to reinforce them with fast horses, no one had ever seen this.
There is not even the slightest trace of this power.
Not only that, some reinforcements are often still on the way, but they will be intercepted by another group of troops from this force. If they are ambushed and killed on the way, they will not leave alive, and the methods are so cruel that they are outrageous. In the past half month,
From the initial closure of the mountain in the name of catching the murderer Feng Jueyu, to the final closure of the village, not leaving the village day and night, everyone in the West Green Forest was waiting for a fight, with trembling rumors and fear of becoming the next target of this force.
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Seeing that the great trend had made everyone feel in danger because of this unknown force, Xin Wuji felt anxious and had no choice but to summon the owners of each village and village to the Juyi Hall of Wuyun Mountain for three days in a row to discuss matters.
One day half a month later, all the heroes gathered in the gathering hall of Wuyun Villa, everyone was silent. Xian Wuji was sitting on the hero's chair at the head of the hall, his round face filled with a strong and fierce evil aura. It's too arrogant, Xi
After all, Green Forest is also a major alliance in Tiannan, with more than 20,000 disciples under its rule, but it is so frightened by a force with only a few dozen that it dares not even leave the house, and even if the news spreads, the people of Tiannan Martial Arts will laugh out loud!
Xian Wuji frowned and glanced at the people in front of the hall one by one. Below him was Yan Chong of the Law Enforcement Hall, Sun Renju of the Lifa Hall, Yuan Santu, the manager, Jin Zixuan, and the directors of each mountain, village, and hall were all present.
Inside, no one spoke, and he was so angry that he turned blue: This group of trash, for half a month, they didn't catch a single soul, and they raised these bastards in vain.
That mysterious force was almost ready to come out, but the more they thought that that force was Feng Jueyu who was chased by thousands of disciples in the West Green Forest two months ago and ran all over the mountain like a bereaved dog, everyone here couldn't help but think...
There was a thick chill from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. How on earth did he manage to organize such a terrifying team to take revenge on Xilulin in just two months?
All the heroes were silent. Xin Wuji suppressed his anger and waved at Yuan Santu. Yuan Santu stepped forward and took out a booklet, and said in a low voice: "Huzhou branch helm Zhumazhai Liu Rongzhao is the leader of the whole village 201
More than half of the people were killed or injured, 60 dead and 62 injured in the whole village of Zhongxiong Village, Zhongling Stone Village in Qinzhou, 122 people, 83 people in Qinnan Branch, 98 people in Linggu Branch, 75 people in Yuexiu Branch... the above five
The strongholds are all under the direct control of our Xilvlin Zhonghou Hall, Lifa Hall, and Xinyi Hall. There are nearly 600 people in total. Within half a month, not half of them were left. All the other strongholds were destroyed. This is the biggest disaster suffered by this alliance since its establishment.
This is a loss. The hall master and his subordinates received the notification and the statistics are only these for the time being..."
Without explaining his purpose, Yuan Santu bowed and retreated after reporting the number of casualties to the heroes present.
Hearing the actual number of casualties, the faces of the heroes present were extremely ugly. We all live in these ten miles and eight villages, how could we not know what happened? Although we don't even understand the numbers clearly, but generally
I still know how many people have died in Xilulin in the past half month. It's just better not to say it out loud. When these numbers are put on the table after statistics, everyone's hearts seem to have fallen into an abyss...
Seeing that no one was speaking, Xin Wuji felt furious in his heart, but he still kept calm and said: "We have called everyone here to brainstorm and come up with a solution, so that these people can no longer continue to do evil.
, otherwise I, Xilulin, will lose all face. Everyone, if anyone has any ideas, you can tell us and we can discuss them together..."
As soon as he finished speaking, one of Hen Wuji's confidants, a man named Xiong, stood up and shouted in vulgar words: "Is there anything left to discuss? In my opinion, the murderer is no one except Feng Jueyu. Call me brother."
Search the mountain, I don’t believe you can’t find them even after mobilizing everything?”
The man surnamed Xiong spoke with great excitement, but the effect was not necessarily very good. The crowd in front of the hall seemed not to have heard anything. They all glanced at the pustule and lowered their heads. At this moment, an inappropriate voice resounded through the gathering.