He was so groggy that Cheng Dalei didn't know how long he had been sleeping for before he woke up. After his head regained consciousness, he felt that his scalp was still numb, and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting. It took him a long time to open his eyes.
I saw myself in a dark room, lighting two fires, and the figures in front of me were moving back and forth.
"Is this... the underworld?" Cheng Dalei shouted, as if he was tied to a pillar at the moment.
"Hey!" A voice suddenly shouted: "Cheng Dalei, do you know where this place is?"
Cheng Dalei had just woken up. He had neither strength nor energy. The surroundings were gloomy and eerie.
"If there is a road to heaven, don't take it. If there is no way to hell, just go to it." The voice shouted coldly: "This is the netherworld. Cheng Dalei, your longevity is here."
Cheng Dalei's mind was still a little unclear, and the voice he spoke was far away from him, and he couldn't see it clearly. But after the other person's voice fell, there was a burst of jeering sneers around him, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
Am I really dead? After this thought came to his mind, Cheng Dalei didn't have much desire to live, as if a fallen leaf was returning to its roots, as it should be.
"Cheng Dalei, you did a lot of evil during your lifetime. After your death, you should be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, where your heart and lungs will be torn out, and you will never be reincarnated. You can be convinced."
Cheng Dalei was so excited that he thought it would be fine if he died. There was no reason why I had to suffer this kind of torture.
"Well... I can probably be considered a good person, right?"
"Oh, you have killed countless people, and you are one of the most evil people in the world. How can you be considered a good person? You have lived in vain for more than twenty years, but you have done one good thing."
"Why don't you have this? When I was in Qingniu Mountain, I fought against the Rong tribe and saved countless people."
"Huh, thank you for having the nerve to mention this. Have you blocked the Rong clan? Didn't you let the Rong clan kill you? The last flood killed 100,000 Rong clan. Now, 100,000 dead souls are waiting to be found.
You're settling the accounts."
"this……"
Cheng Dalei was startled. If this is not a good thing, it seems that he has never done any good things in his life. He caused a riot in Chang'an City, washed the grasslands with blood, gathered in Liangzhou for righteousness, and fought in Bingzhou... In addition, this time he caused a riot in Wanjuan Mountain, it seems that
Every time, there was a river of blood and killing without calculation.
The poison that Li Ru was able to obtain would not be fatal, but after running for so long and facing life and death crises again and again, Cheng Dalei's nerves could not withstand such strong pressure.
He must have been seriously ill, and his mental state was not very good. After being stimulated by these words, he became even more depressed.
Suddenly he laughed for a while and sighed: "It's good to die, it's good to die, it's a hundred times dead."
After saying this, his head drooped, and his body no longer had any strength.
A figure hurried over and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong? He was scared to death?"
Cheng Dalei raised his head in a daze and saw the man's appearance clearly, his eyes filled with sorrow and indignation.
"So it's you."
When Cheng Dalei woke up again, the environment was indeed much better. It couldn't be said to be very luxurious, but at least there was a bed, a table, and a plump woman in front of him.
Cheng Dalei drank half a bowl of ginger soup, the heat poured into his stomach, and he felt much better. He looked at the other party angrily, not wanting to talk to her.
"Okay, okay, I haven't seen you for a long time. I was just joking with you. Look, look, look, you're even impatient. You're too narrow-minded."
"You made a good joke, it almost scared me to death."
The other party laughed along with him: "Are you hungry? Why don't I ask the kitchen to give you a hot bowl of porridge?"
Cheng Dalei asked: "No kidding, why are you here?"
The other party also sighed: "This is a long story."
This person was none other than the Little White Wolf from Qingniu Mountain. After the battle at Qingniu Mountain, Cheng Dalei's men were scattered into several groups. Cheng Dalei took his people to Liangzhou and gathered together another group of old brothers. Gao Fei
Tiger brought the old, weak, women and children to the south of the Yangtze River, and now he is with everyone. There are still some people who are living in various places. They don't know how to do anything else, and they are probably still in the business of bandits.
Little White Wolf is one of them. She was reduced to the border of Qingzhou and Youzhou. She still dominates the mountain and is now the head of Baima Mountain. She and Cheng Dalei once met on the grassland. Counting together, the two of them have been together for three years.
Haven't seen each other in five years.
When old friends meet each other, they always feel sad when mentioning the past.
Cheng Dalei cheered up and said, "What's your next plan? Come with me to Liangzhou?"
Little White Wolf smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I can't let go of my brothers."
Cheng Dalei knew that asking was in vain. He was not unknown in the world now. If the little white wolf wanted to seek refuge with him, he would have gone there long ago. There was no need to wait until today.
Although life in Toad City is relatively affluent, there are wars all year round. Not to mention the little white wolf, Cheng Dalei himself is very tired.
"The world is in chaos, and Qingzhou is not a paradise. There will still be wars in the future. There are also Rong tribes watching covetously outside the pass, and I don't know what they are doing. I plan to go and see what they are busy with this time."
"I will run away when a war breaks out. If I can't, I will hijack a ship and flee overseas. I will come back when the world is at peace."
Little White Wolf must have thought it through. Cheng Dalei's words were useless. He briefly asked about Little White Wolf's situation. There were not many people in the village, only about two to three hundred brothers. However, it was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
It was uneventful for several years.
Cheng Dalei lived in Baima Mountain. His illness was really serious and he stayed in bed for two or three days before getting out of bed. He was still weak and nestled in the corner with his big cloak on his body, like a tuberculosis ghost who was half alive.
We also arrived at the place where the little white wolf was. Cheng Dalei could relax and have a good rest. He planned to regain his energy before setting off for the Rong tribe.
The Rong tribe bordering Youzhou are the Northern Barbarians. Cheng Dalei has actually fought with them, but he doesn't know what the situation is like in the Northern Barbarians. Cheng Dalei happened to go over this time to inquire.
Cheng Dalei was leaning against the corner and taking a nap. The little white wolf came over with a cup of soup and said: "Come on, you eat more. I went to the mountains to catch game. You are not well, so you should take more tonic."
"I'll have a nosebleed if I apply it again." Cheng Dalei was a little speechless. The little white wolf really took good care of him, but if he continued to take care of him like this, he would at least gain some weight.
Halfway through, someone called Little White Wolf away. This man was the second boss of Baima Mountain, named Zhang Sanjin. He wielded a steel fork and was considered Little White Wolf's right-hand man.
"What happened? Why are you calling me in such a hurry?" Little White Wolf was also confused.
Zhang Sanjin looked around cautiously and saw no one there, so he lowered his voice and said, "Master, can't we keep this person?"
"What are you talking about?" Little White Wolf was startled.
"Who in the world doesn't know this devil. If you leave him here, he will bring trouble."