"Gulu!" The corpse of a strong Wu tribe man rolled down the bamboo ladder and lay in front of Ba Heng's bed. Blood seeped out of his vest and dripped to the ground.
"Xiao Liu! Lao Ma! Er Gouzi! Da Jiao!" Ba Heng rolled down from the bed and exclaimed the name of the clansman. Most of the wine bottle in his hand spilled. He went to touch the scimitar hanging on the wall, but the wine was strong.
Above him, his body felt weak and he couldn't even hold the handle of the knife firmly.
Something happened! First, Zhikarizhen urinated, and then other people came to settle accounts with him. One after another, no one was seen. Finally, Ba Bai, who had not even touched a drop of wine, ran up and turned into a corpse and fell down. Ba Heng tried his best
He gripped the steel knife tightly and dragged it towards his thigh. The blade cut through the flesh, and there was a burst of blood-spattered pain, and he suddenly woke up from the drunkenness.
Escape! Escape first! No matter who is causing trouble, my uncle will never spare him! Ba Heng composed himself, staggered and rushed out the door.
"Gululu!" A thin figure rolled down from the bamboo ladder, his clothes were soaked in blood, his hair was messy, it was Zhi Kaizhen!
Ba Heng couldn't help but stop as he stepped out of the threshold.
"Yes... there is..." Zhi Kaizhen's eyes were distracted, and he was so angry that he stretched out his blood-stained trembling hand to Ba Heng, "Yes..."
"What? What's going on?" Ba Heng hesitated and couldn't help but ask. If he asked for help without understanding anything, he was afraid that Ba Lei would get scolded by him.
Zhi Kaizhen said something vaguely. When Ba Heng saw that there was no movement above, he gritted his teeth and ran back, grabbed Zhi Kaizhen and growled: "Speak quickly! You little bitch, what's going on?"
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"Yes -" Zhikarizhen's lips moved, and Ba Heng put his ear close to the other person's mouth. Suddenly, there was a sharp sting on his forehead, a dagger was inserted into his temple, and blood flowed out silently.
Ba Heng roared wildly and raised his head suddenly. Zhi Kaizhen slowly let go of the dagger and looked at him calmly: "I am saying hello to you on Ba Lang's behalf. You have worn this wolfskin coat for too long."
Ba Heng's eyes were about to burst, and he raised the knife with all his strength. Zhikarizhen looked at him with an indifferent expression, motionless. "Bang!" The steel knife fell to the ground weakly, and Ba Heng collapsed in despair.
Zhikarizhen took a breath and climbed up the sentry post. There were corpses all around, and at the bottom of the cliff, Ma Hua approached quickly along the narrow path, and he could climb to the top of the cliff in about one stick of incense.
Zhi Kaizhen dragged the corpses of his tribe members down and buried them together with Ba Heng and the others under the cypress tree on the cliff. Then, he bit his finger and drew an ancient witch talisman on the place where the corpse was buried. The blood seeped into the loess, and the witch talisman flashed
A trace of eerie red light passed by and disappeared.
At the same time, a faint red light flashed across the terraced fields, pig pens, latrines, bamboo forests and other places in the village. After a while, a strong wind blew up on the east slope of the shaman's residence, the rocks swayed, and the piles of rocks emitted a strange buzzing sound.
"Huh?" Wu Qi suddenly felt something in his heart and pushed open the door. The rugged mountain stone statues on all sides were like monsters waking up from their slumber. They were shaking endlessly and emitting invisible ripples, stirring up each other and spreading to the entire village.
"This - is it the Eight Formation Diagram?" Zhiyou was shocked and couldn't believe his eyes. A series of flickering lights flashed across the surface of the rock group, flowing and connecting, converging into mysterious formation textures.
Further away, the fire jumped and spread rapidly. Countless bamboo buildings and trees were caught in the sea of fire, burning and collapsing. The cries of women and children, the running of tribesmen, and the frightened neighing of cattle and sheep came one after another.
"What's going on? It's a fire or..." Zhiyou became more and more frightened, and for a moment he rubbed his hands at a loss.
"Idiot, someone has clearly activated the formation here." Wu Qi stared at the pile of rocks with a cold look, "Didn't you tell me that this pile of rocks is just a showpiece and useless? Why, there is actually someone who can do it.
Use the eight formations of blessings that are secretly passed down by your witch clan?"
Zhi You was confused for a while: "Impossible, the Eight Formation Diagrams have been lost long ago. Is it Barei who is responsible? Or is it Prince Qiao? But he is an outsider, even if he has great skills, he cannot control the witch formation. This requires the blood of the witch clan.
where."
Wu Qi said calmly: "Looking at the distribution of fire in the village, the levels are orderly. It is clear that someone deliberately set the fire in conjunction with the activation of the Eight Formation Diagram. You idiot, you have been kept in the dark. The water in this small village is thicker than you think.
It’s much deeper.”
Zhiyou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted: "I know! The strange things that happened in the village in the past two years must have been caused by them! Ma Hua's death is also related to them!" He couldn't suppress the look of horror on his face.
, murmured, "Who are they and what are they going to do? I heard from the old witch priest that with the eight formations, the entire village will be completely closed, and you can only enter but not get out. Noble Mr. Wu Qi, we should now
What to do?”
Wu Qi stood silently, his black robes blown by the wind, like billowing dark clouds in the night sky. After a long time, a sharp sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth: "We don't have to do anything, just wait here, they will take care of themselves."
Come to the door."
"boom!"
The last horse turned into a claw and clasped the rock, jumped several feet, and landed heavily on the top of the cliff, causing sand and gravel to fly.
The Ma Hua squad, a total of one hundred, all climbed up the cliff, wearing rattan armor and full of murderous intent, and quickly integrated into ten battle formations.
A group of horses surrounded the sentry tower and jumped forward. "Crack!" The sentry tower tore into pieces and fell down with a crash. The board walls collapsed one after another, creating a cloud of dust and smoke.
"Leader Sun Hu, there is no one inside, but there are fresh blood stains." Ma Hua, a man with white hair on his cheeks, reported.
Sun Hu had a rugged face, a protruding forehead and a wide mouth. His muscular body was ten feet high. The back of his neck and the back of his hands were densely covered with thick, yellow hair. He glanced around and towards the direction of the fire in the village, and his yellow pupils flashed with fierce light.
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"Chief Sun Hu, do you want to check first before taking action?" Ma Hua, who had white hair on his cheeks, said hesitantly, "There is something wrong with this. It seems that someone deliberately lured us here. But the village caught fire at the same time. In case someone has intentions
bad……".
"Don't worry about so many things! What kind of tricks can a village in a small corner do?" Sun Hu waved his arms and couldn't help but said, "According to the old rules, kill all the men and rape the women first and then kill them!"
"But..." Before the white-haired Ma Hua could say anything else, Sun Hu glared at him fiercely: "Whoever dares to touch our Ma Hua will have to pay with blood! This is the iron law of the Ma Hua clan's rampage in the wilderness!"
He pulled out the flaming red copper stick stuck in his back and pointed it at the village from a distance: "Young men, today we will wash the village with blood and kill them all!"
Ma Hua roared in unison, and hundreds of people gathered into a triangular formation, rushing forward like a mountain torrent. Sun Hu was pressed at the end of the formation, his scorching eyes like a real beam of light, sweeping back and forth along the way. Didn't he know that this was happening?
Weird? How can you reject the excuse for killing that comes to your door in vain? Ma Hua's martial arts path is to refine the body. Refining the body requires a lot of resources, and burning, killing and looting is the fastest way.
Flying sand and rocks, monsters roaring and shaking trees, Ma Hua carried the billowing dust, approaching the center of the village at an astonishing high speed. The Wu tribe people were very busy, putting out fires everywhere, and were run over by the angry Ma Hua battle formation. Broken flesh and blood flew everywhere on the spot.
Splashing, there was no time to even scream.
"Papa!" Barre took more than ten kicks, his internal organs were violently shaken, and his shoulders were swollen. But Sun Hu was also firmly locked by him, unable to move, and both of them fell down at the same time.
The moment the soles of his feet touched the ground, Barre's back arched and he pulled Sun Hu's left leg violently. The creaking sound of the twisted bones was clearly audible. Suddenly, Sun Hu's arms suddenly lengthened and wrapped around his crotch in an extremely abnormal posture.
, accurately hitting Barre's chin.
"Bang!" Barre fell down in response, vomiting blood, and rolled on the ground for more than ten feet.
"Through-arm fist!" Feng Yu let out a long sigh, and his cloak puffed up like a sail, like a floating cloud flying towards the battlefield.