Feeling a touch of warmth on his cheeks, Wang Zhi opened his eyes with difficulty.
The severe pain all over his body made him frown.
As his vision cleared, he discovered Xiaoyang, the stone dog beside him.
"Little guy, why didn't you run away?"
Wang Zhi sat up with difficulty, only to find that the little guy seemed to have bruises on his body, with a trace of blood on his fur, and he looked a little depressed.
"Woof woof..."
Under the tired cry, Wang Zhi felt the coldness on the little guy's body.
"Did you... drag me here?"
Looking at the cave in front of him, Wang Zhi quickly took off his cloak, wrapped the little guy's body, and then held him in his arms.
Xiaoyang received a touch of warmth, and her trembling body gradually calmed down.
When Wang Zhi saw this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of love and affection in his heart.
He asked himself that in this world, apart from his father, there was nothing he cared about.
But, this little guy...
Such a small body, in such a cold weather, but he saved his life.
"The top priority... is to go back quickly..."
Wang Zhi struggled to stand up.
Although the blood of the wounds on the body was temporarily stopped by the ice and snow, the tearing pain did not get any better.
He hugged Xiao Yang and after leaving the cave, he couldn't help but froze when he saw everything in front of him.
Here... there is no trace of Liaodong border town!
"Have I... arrived in the territory of the Haixi Jurchen tribe?"
Wang Zhi's face was solemn.
In his current condition, he is so weak that he cannot even use magic.
If he met a Jurchen tribe warrior, he might not be able to defeat them.
…
Sang, who was doing divination in the room, immediately judged that Wang Zhi was already in the Jurchen tribe's territory through the order and location of the falling copper coins.
"That child...where is he?"
Qingran on the side saw this and couldn't help but said:
"Maybe it was because of the heavy snow that we lost our direction."
"But this will be troublesome. Even if you are a national advisor, it is impossible to mobilize these armies."
"Otherwise, neither you nor the border guards here can escape."
Sang obviously also considered this issue.
It is already impossible for Ma Wensheng's people to find out the detailed location.
Moreover, I am afraid that the emperor has already known about his absence.
He must make a quick decision.
"That's all."
Putting away the tortoise shell and copper coins, Sang immediately prepared to go there in person.
Qingran was stunned: "You want to go by yourself?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Although the Jurchens are just a tribe, their territory is quite large. How do you find it?"
Sang paused for a moment, then looked at Qingran:
"Wang Zhi, this kid, is obviously still alive, but with the cold weather and injuries all over his body, he definitely won't be able to last long."
"Not to mention, we are still in Jurchen territory."
"So...I don't plan to look for it bit by bit."
Sang's words made no waves, but Qingran could hear a chilling tone.
Immediately, Qingran’s eyebrows jumped:
"You...do you want to..."
Sang Youyou said:
"When I was studying Taoism in the early years, my elders once said that among the major sects of Taoism, there are two sects that are the most special."
"One is the Lushan Sect."
"There is another one...the Yinshan Sect!"
"Although I have not mastered the core methods of these two factions, I have also learned a little bit of fur magic by coincidence."
"That's enough."
Saying that, Sang slowly came to the tower.
Looking at the Jurchen tribe not far away, Sang Wei narrowed his eyes and his hand on the masonry of the city wall suddenly tightened.
Immediately:
"Bang!"
The moment the bricks and stones shattered, Sang seemed to have made up his mind.
He looked at the soldiers on both sides indifferently:
"If you still want to live now, leave the tower quickly."
As he said this, Sang sat cross-legged, put the fly whisk aside, and formed a seal with his hands.
For a moment, there was a rumble in the snow. Above the sky, there was even more blood.
Sang took out a large pile of paper money from his sleeve robe.
When seeing this, Qingran's face changed drastically:
"Mr. Sang, do you really want to use this method of paying for your life?"
"Even if you are not killing people of the Ming Dynasty, but such a massacre, I'm afraid..."
Mulan's eyes are dark:
"yes."
"I'm afraid that after this technique, my moral conduct will be completely gone!"
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"But there is no other way. Since that boy Wang Zhi is reluctant to sacrifice Xiaoyang, I can only use this method to save them all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was thunder in the sky!
Immediately, the flying snow suddenly stopped, followed by a rain of blood!
Such a terrifying sight immediately frightened everyone.
Even Ma Wensheng, who had been in panic all day long, was alarmed.
When he saw the blood rain in the sky, his whole person suddenly changed color.
"This... what kind of evil method is this?!"
Then, he realized that this was Sang using his tricks.
Before Ma Wensheng could say anything, skeletal hands appeared from the snow in all directions on the streets!
These skeletal bodies are still wearing the clothes of the people of the Ming Dynasty. They are obviously people who died here over the years!
"Ghost!"
"It's a skeleton!"
"Help!"
For a moment, shrill screams resounded all over the place.
These skeleton armies quickly rushed out of the border city. Each and every one of them left ferocious footprints on the thick snow, mixed with the bloody rain falling from the sky. It was like the three passages of hell, coming faintly!
Immediately afterwards, many red ingot paper money appeared in the rain of blood.
These paper money would not melt when exposed to blood, water, ice and snow, so they were mixed in the rain of blood and floated in the cold wind to the entire Haixi Jurchen tribe.
…
"clang!"
"clang!"
At this time, Wang Zhi was breathing heavily from exhaustion, holding in his hand the weapon he had just snatched from the Jurchen tribe.
There were still several corpses of Jurchen tribesmen lying on the ground.
But more and more people began to gather.
Some of them seemed to recognize Wang Zhi.
Each and every one of them had a glint of greed in their eyes.
"Damn it!"
Wang Zhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His physical strength has almost reached its limit.
Xiaoyang broke free from the cloth bag, landed on the ground and arched his body with a grin on his face, as if in warning.
"Little guy, why are you still standing there? Why don't you run away!"
However, after listening to Wang Zhi's words, Xiao Yang turned his head.
"Woof woof!"
That voice seemed to be saying something.
Wang Zhi said in a deep voice: "Impossible!"
"I won't use your life to recover myself!"
"You are the only gift my father gave me, you must do it well!"
Immediately, Wang Zhi took a deep breath, with a look of determination in his eyes.
And the Jurchen tribe leader laughed wildly:
"Why bother struggling?"
"In the previous battle, if the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were not so useless, I am afraid that you would have really hurt the vitality of our tribe with your clever tricks!"
"But now..."
"I'm going to take your head back and make it into a wine glass!"
Wang Zhi's face was gloomy.
He said nothing more, but slowly raised the knife in his hand.
Are you going to die?
It doesn't matter!
As long as he kills a few more before dying, it won't be considered as a disgrace to his father's teachings to him!
Just then:
"Wow!"
The blood-red paper money and ingot suddenly fell on the huge grassland of the Jurchen tribe.
Almost most of the soldiers saw this strange sight at this moment.
Many people even subconsciously grabbed paper money.
Immediately:
"Plop!"
The person holding the paper money felt as if his heart had been hit hard. Before he could speak, he saw that all his energy and blood began to gather towards the paper money!
"This...what is this!"
"Help!"
"What kind of magic is this!"
Amid fear, but full of bones, he suddenly emerged from the grassland, showed a horrifying smile to those who were holding the money to buy their lives, and dragged them one by one into the ground!
And this scene also played out in front of Wang Zhi.
Wang Zhi did not go to take the money to buy his life. Xiao Yang also called out again and again, as if to remind Wang Zhi.
But the soldiers opposite him grabbed the paper money one by one.
"Before the red one?"
"This is……"
"Um?"
"puff!"
In an instant, painful faces fell into a pool of blood, and Wang Zhi looked at them in horror.
"This is……"
"Could it be the father!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a huge blue bird passing over his head.
"Wang Zhi!"
"finally found you!"
"Go back with me quickly!"
"Your father is on top of the tower!"
When the overjoyed Wang Zhi returned with his stone dog Xiaoyang and Qingran, the entire Haixi Jurchen tribe was in huge chaos.
Eighty percent of the soldiers died tragically, and forty to five percent of the old, weak, women and children in the rear also died violently!
The horrifying army of bones did not stop and was constantly marching towards the depths of the Haixi Jurchen tribe!
Everywhere you go is like going to hell!
And this scene was also seen by Ma Wensheng, who came belatedly.
At this moment, he was sweating in fear and collapsed on the tower.
Should this be considered a great achievement?
Of course it counts!
After all, the Haixi Jurchen tribe was almost wiped out without even a single soldier!
With just a few troops and the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled, the rest of the Jurchen tribes would attack together without the Ming Dynasty even taking action!
But... such a method!
Ma Wensheng couldn't help but look at Sang who stood up slowly.
Can your Majesty... really control such a monster?
Soon, Qingran came back with Wang Zhi and Xiaoyang.
Seeing Wang Zhi covered in blood, Sang felt angry and helpless.
"you……"
"well……"
"I don't think you can change your stubborn temper."
"Let's go, I'll take you to heal your injuries."
Saying that, Sang stretched out his hand.
Wang Zhi suddenly laughed, just like a child at this moment.
The stone dog Xiaoyang jumped behind him.
Only Qingran looked worried.
Because...if Sang cast such a magic spell today, he would not only have to endure the backlash.
Such terrible results will inevitably lead to revenge from the increasingly discordant king!