The setting sun is like blood, the wind is as fierce as a knife, and the sky is filled with yellow sand.
Six or seven men, standing on the edge of the windy sand like wood carvings and clay sculptures, all stared at the yellow sand in front of them as if frozen, as if a few gold bricks would suddenly fly out of the yellow sand in the sky.
These people have different shapes and are dressed in different ways. Some of them are particularly conspicuous. One person is wearing a long green robe and holding a long flag, making him look like a wandering doctor. The other person is wearing ragged clothes and holding a bamboo pole, and he turns out to be a man who eats food from hundreds of families.
There is another person who is wearing an armored battle suit and a saber across his waist. He is clearly a soldier who came from the military camp. The other people are also different, either as thin as a knife or as short and strong as a thick man. There is also a monk who is a monk, but his appearance
There was a look of anxiety in all of them.
"Do you think the boss can still come out?" A man as thin as a knife asked softly, licking his chapped lips.
As soon as he finished speaking, a short, sturdy man next to him buzzed: "Fart, the boss will definitely come out, and the second, fourth, fifth, sixth, and eighth will also come out." After speaking, he shook his head.
He rubbed his thick neck and shouted to the side: "Third brother, do you think so?"
The eagle-eyed man who was called Third Brother said "Hmm" from his nose, but did not reply. He didn't even blink his eyes, and still looked straight at the yellow sand in the sky.
Another half an hour later, suddenly a goshawk descended from the sky and landed on the shoulder of another very thin man. It chirped incessantly. A group of people turned their gazes to the thin man at the same time, and there was something in their eyes.
Full of expectations.
After the goshawk's low cry stopped, the thin man's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted loudly: "Everyone, get ready, the boss is out." Six or seven people all cheered up, held their breath, and looked at the area with dozens of eyes.
Desert.
After a while, a desolate and tragic song suddenly came from the yellow sand in the sky. The voice was hoarse, the song was like crying blood, very desolate and extremely sad.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and burly man slowly appeared in the wind and sand. His face was like gold paper, his sword-shaped eyebrows were tightly clustered, there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his body was stained with blood. He carried a huge black coffin on his left shoulder, holding it with one hand, and the other
One hand is holding five hemp ropes, and five corpses are tied to the other ends of the hemp ropes.
This scene was so shocking. A tall man who was seriously injured was carrying a huge black coffin and dragging five corpses in the wind and sand. Even the six or seven people who were here in Jiuhou stayed in place for a while.
.
It was the stocky man who reacted first and ran over to meet him, crying and shouting as he ran: "Brother! Second brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, sixth brother, eighth brother, what's wrong with you?" The rest of the people?
Everyone woke up with a start and rushed forward together.
The tall man who was called the eldest brother was seriously injured. He only took the bodies of the five brothers out of the desert with faith. It was already time for the oil to run out. At this moment, he suddenly saw all the brothers.
My heart relaxed, I could no longer hold my breath, my hands loosened, and the coffin on my shoulders fell to the ground with a muffled sound. I raised my head, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight back.
Although the short and sturdy man was the first to start, it was the thin man who had spoken earlier who arrived first. He hugged the tall man and slowly put him down. Then the rest of the people gathered around and shouted: "
Big brother, big brother!”
The tall man slowly opened his tiger eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, gave a wry smile, and said in a bitter voice: "The second, fourth, fifth, sixth, and eighth are all heroes. They fought for the last drop of blood before they fell."
Next, you must take their bones back and take good care of their descendants."
The third brother was about to speak, but the tall man stopped him with a wave of his hand, pointed at the huge black coffin and said: "We brothers chased this thing from the south of the sky to the north of the sea, from the black mountains and white waters to the windy sand desert, and finally used five
The brother's life has taken it, but it is true that we cannot kill it to avenge the five brothers. We must hide it so that it will never see the light of day, so as not to harm the world."
At this point, the big man's aura could no longer catch his breath. Knowing that he didn't have much time left, he continued to struggle and said: "After hiding, the Qimen brothers will stay and guard forever. Among the descendants, each generation will choose one person to take over.
This secret must not be revealed, otherwise... otherwise..."
The third brother also knew that this tall man was about to run out of gas, so he hurriedly received the message: "Brother, don't worry, I know, but where is the best place to hide this thing?"
The tall man took a deep breath, exhaled and said loudly: "South of the colorful clouds, there are hundreds of thousands of mountains..." Before he could finish his words, he took a last breath, tilted his head, closed his eyes, and his soul returned, and he started traveling westward.
Amidst the wind and sand in the sky, only the screams and cries of these six or seven people were left.