Chapter 26: The Yin soldiers take advantage of the passage
Jumping off the carriage, Sun Huo quickly stepped into the door and shouted loudly: "Liu Tietou, here I come. Why don't you start work quietly? Are you going to drink the northwest wind?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a big hand clenched into a fist and struck straight at him.
But he saw that Sun Huo didn't dodge, but instead raised his chest and faced him.
There was a muffled sound of "bang". The owner of the fist took two steps back. Then there was a burst of hearty laughter.
"Good boy, it seems that you are not lazy. You have become a lot stronger and look more and more like your father."
The speaker was a red-faced man with frost on his temples and deep wrinkles on his eyebrows. He was wearing a long gray cloth coat and a wide blue cloth belt around his waist.
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He looks like a very strong man, but he is actually over fifty.
Sun Huo laughed twice, looked around, and then said politely: "If we don't work harder, we won't be able to make good iron. You keep thinking like this, how dare you forget it. By the way, Changchun and the others
As for people, why didn’t you come to work today?”
Liu Tietou poked his head outside and saw that the carriage driven by Sun Huo was loaded with already forged ironware as usual.
At that moment, he couldn't help but frown, and immediately pretended to be nonchalant. Then he said: "Come on, come on, young man, you have a lot of strength, let's move the goods in with Brother Liu."
Sun Huo noticed this change, but did not ask first. He rolled up his sleeves, followed Liu Tietou, and began to carry the goods on the car to the iron shop.
After working for most of an hour, I unloaded all the goods from the car and moved them into the iron shop, counting them one by one.
Liu Tietou, who was sweating profusely, looked at Sun Huo, whose expression remained unchanged, and couldn't help but said: "You are so old, you are so old. When you were young, this kind of work was not a big deal, but you guys are still more energetic." p>
"No way, Brother Liu is not a lively person. You have a body that most people can't keep up with." Sun Huo lost no time in complimenting you.
"Come on, come on, thank you for your sweet words. Come here, keep it well, don't lose it on the road. Go back as soon as it's still early. These days are not peaceful, so don't come over for now." He raised his head and said.
Sun Huo rolled his eyes, and Liu Tietou took out a small cloth bag from his body, raised his hand and handed it over.
Sun Huo turned around, but did not reach out to take the cloth bag containing the money. He paused and said, "Brother Liu, what's going on? When we came here along the way, there were a lot less people in this city. Look,
They look very uneasy when they look up. Even your iron shop has turned off the fire, so why are you hiding it from me?"
After looking into Sun Huo's eyes for a while, Liu Tietou sighed, and then slowly told a strange rumor.
There is a barren hill in the west of Greenstone City, which is shaped like a steamed bun. A Feng Shui fortune teller observed the shape and calculated that the land was very gloomy and uninhabitable. I don’t know since when, many people buried their dead here when they had an affair.
.Over time, this place also got a nickname, Manzhongqiu.
Although there are no people living in Manzhongqiu, there are always people doing sacrifices and sweeps on weekdays, so that it does not become a deserted place.
More than a month ago in the morning, a strange fog suddenly appeared on the barren hills.
Originally, the temperature was low when we got up in the morning, and it was normal for there to be fog on the mountains. Generally speaking, the fog will dissipate on its own after sunrise and will not hinder anything.
However, this fog was light red and extremely dense, making it impossible to see anything within five steps. The people who went to pay homage to their ancestors that day were unable to enter at all.
Such an ominous scene spread back to the city by word of mouth, and there were a lot of discussions and opinions.
The red mist filled the air for a whole day and never receded.
The next day, someone with good intentions went to take a look again, only to see that the red mist had dissipated without a trace.
But somewhere on the hill, a crack suddenly appeared, as if it had been split open by something.
The crack is about ten feet long, and the widest part is more than two feet. The surrounding area is in a mess, with many stone tablets and tomb bricks scattered everywhere. It is shocking when viewed from a distance.
There was a brave man named Zhang Biao who, under the instigation of others, bravely stepped forward to check.
He gingerly moved to the crack, looked down, and saw that the crack was extremely dark, and he could not see the end at a glance, which made people feel chilly.
Just as Zhang Biao turned his head to say something, something strange happened.
Everyone present felt that the ground was shaking slightly, as if some monster was about to emerge from the depths of the crack.
Everyone suddenly turned pale in panic, turned around and fled. In the panic, no one noticed that Zhang Biao had been so frightened that his limbs were limp and stayed where he was, and did not follow him to escape.
Just when everyone was running out of breath and had to stop to catch their breath.
Only a desolate horn sound was heard leisurely from behind, followed by a "choking" sound, like a sword being drawn out of its sheath.
The sound of horse hooves tapping, tapping, was slow at first, and then became more rapid, rumbling together like thunder.
Everyone turned their heads stiffly and looked at each other, their faces were all pale and there was no blood at all.
At this moment, everyone thought of the same terrifying legend.
The Yin soldiers took advantage of the situation!
I don't know who shouted "Run", and the tight string in the minds of everyone who stopped suddenly broke.
At the moment, I couldn't care about anything, I rolled and crawled on the ground and tried my best to escape.
Sure enough, the sound coming from behind turned into the sound of fighting on the battlefield.
Hoarse shouts of death, the clang of swords and guns, the neigh of injured horses falling to the ground, and the moans of dying struggles are everywhere, as if you are on the battlefield at this moment.
After a cup of tea, all the sounds suddenly stopped, and the world became silent for an instant, as if nothing had happened.
The people who were fleeing stopped and slumped down one by one, breathing heavily, as if they had been given a new life.
After resting for a long time, everyone who had calmed down in shock finally realized that Zhang Biao had been left behind and did not escape with him.
The group of people looked at each other in silence. After a lot of noise and excuses, no one dared to go back to look for it, and finally they dispersed.
After hearing this, Sun Huo couldn't help but interrupt, "Brother Liu, you have said so much, but you haven't touched on the point at all. No matter how weird Wanzhongqiu is, it is outside the city, and few people visit that place on weekdays.
Go. This sounds like it has nothing to do with the panic in the city."
"You still haven't changed much in your impatience. I've talked so much, so I can't just be chatting. It's about to get to the point. Please listen patiently." Liu Tietou glared at Sun Huo with dissatisfaction and spoke.