Chapter two hundred and eighty sixth blood to turn dust and soil four
The five Khitan people left, they came suddenly and left even more hurriedly. They saw that the big leader of the horse had agreed without saying a word. Of course, they didn't leave any reward or anything, and they were covered with the smell of goat's milk.
The slutty aura came to this cottage and left with the weird aura all over the body. Apart from the fishy smell all over the body, nothing was left. Even the bandit leader answered so readily without any doubts.
It comes like a gust of wind and leaves like a gust of wind.
Ma Chenghui's eyes showed a bit of condensed light, but deep in his pupils were flickering a few dark flames, which were burning brightly. As he watched the five Khitan people leave the stronghold, he withdrew his gaze and
Looking at the bandits with doubts on their faces, he knew that they were full of doubts at this time, but they didn't ask. They didn't understand many things, but they still chose to believe in themselves. With such a group of brothers, he felt
The heroic spirit in him rushed up again. At this time, he was the king on this hillside, the only king.
Several thoughts flashed through his mind, but he suppressed them anyway. He did not explain why, and he knew that he did not have to explain anything. The brothers who believed in him would naturally believe in him, and for so many years, he had led these people in poor mountains and rivers.
He knew all the hardships the unscrupulous people had gone through, and he believed his brothers knew it too. From not having a grain of food, to having enough food and drinks every day, to being able to go shopping occasionally.
Go shopping in cellars and enjoy the romantic pleasures of the next night. Which time does this not come from the point of a knife? It’s just that everyone’s story is different, but the result is the same. They all ran here in desperation.
I don't care about the fringes of Wutai Mountain to be a bandit who lives with his head tied to his waistband.
Looking at the brothers who had followed him for many years, he felt itchy in his throat, but could not say anything. He also secretly regretted that he should not have taken these dozens of brothers with him.
Taking this risk. Sometimes he felt that he was still a little selfish, but he felt that his brothers should understand him. He opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know what to say. He looked at the familiar faces.
His face is still the same as his mother. The big dark man is as strong as a mountain and holding a hoe. He still has a silly look. And the man with the goatee has a few broken teeth.
The old guy still looked wretched.
The eager faces, the faces ravaged by time, all of a sudden turned into substantial pictures, frozen in his mind. It was as if when he didn't look at these familiar faces, he himself
Only the vivid pictures are left in his mind, and they will disappear in front of his eyes in an instant. His throat is blocked, he can't say anything, and he can't make any sound. Ma Chenghui doesn't
Looking at the group of bandits with doubts in their eyes, they returned to their cave alone.
The dark cave, the dim light, and the pungent smell of inferior alcohol. Of course, the cave is also filled with the smell of goat's milk that disgusts Ma Chenghui. The strong smell of goat's milk is exactly that
What the five Khitans left behind was mixed with a gloomy blood energy, creating another aura that made him extremely hateful. When he walked to the dilapidated table, he still saw the strong smell from that bowl.
Pungent and bad wine.
Leader Ma grabbed the bowl and drank the unfinished bad wine in one gulp. Suddenly, a strong spicy air rose from his throat and rushed towards his nasal cavity. The strong bad wine
The smell of wine went straight to the tip of his nose, making him shiver all over. He couldn't help but let out a long belch, and suddenly the smell of wine began to fill his nose.
Sitting on a broken wooden chair, he turned his eyes with a hint of sadness and looked at everything in the cave. The rock wall was still the same rock wall covered with withered grass, and there was a stone wall everywhere.
A bed made of blocks became his resting place. Without any decoration or any decent furniture, this was the place where he had lived for more than ten years.
Because of the bad wine he drank, a warm current surged up in his body, from his lower abdomen to his brain. It made him feel a burning feeling on his cheeks, and the look in his eyes
The sad light also began to transform, becoming an absolute light. I don't know if it was because of the wine or the sadness in his heart, but the dull and turbid eyes had begun to turn red, and a trace of lust shot out from his eyes.
Bloody cold light.
The sky was gray, the mood was gray, and the hissing and roaring cold wind blew into the cave. As soon as the inferior alcohol had passed, a frightening chill began to spread from the bottom of his heart. The hand in his hand
The Ghost Head Sword had already had a few small holes in it, which had been there since he brought it out.
It was a bloody dusk, and groups of Khitan soldiers were burning, killing, and looting his village. At that time, he was the young master of a wealthy local man, a son of only four generations. He was looking forward to marrying his wife.
A charming young lady from a certain family lived a life of pampering and pampering. Naturally, he had never experienced the kind of murderous killings and massacres since he was a child. However, he escaped in embarrassment only with the help of Ma San, a loyal servant who had been a family servant for generations.
, fled all the way.
The fire burned through the quiet mountain village, and the crescent-shaped butcher knife killed all the men, women, and children in the village, including his family. And he changed from a wealthy young man with no worries about food and clothing to a beggar.
, and then with a little bit of ink in his stomach, he escaped to this unruly area and became a new bandit leader in the edge area of Wutai Mountain. And the ghost-headed sword in his hand was the one who killed the third bandit.
A passer-by cut it into a small wound.
The first robbery, the first murder, and the silver he got from the first robbery were all clearly remembered by him. Remembering the scene of the first murder, he trembled with his hands and slashed with a knife, killing one person.
The blood of the pedestrian who was robbed flew everywhere, splattering his whole body with blood, and his heart kept beating wildly. The pedestrian who was covered in blood opened his eyes angrily with a pair of hateful eyes.
The eyes were staring at him. Those desperate eyes were still fresh in his memory. These eyes were like the ghostly light in the abyss, lingering in his mind.
From then on, he embarked on a bloody road, a road of no return, and all of this was caused by the Khitan people. Without those Khitan people, he would not have set foot in the Wutai Mountains, and he would not have returned.
He would not become the leader of a group of bandits. But since he was a child, he was as timid as a mouse and did not even dare to kill a chicken, but he became a bandit who killed people without blinking an eye.
There was a faint trace of blood remaining on the ghost head knife in his hand, which was the result of the devil in his heart. He thought that he would forget that hatred in this life, and he thought that he would not be able to escape from it if he escaped to Mount Wutai.
When he saw the Khitan people again, he thought he had already become numb. But with the arrival of the five Khitan people, he found that he could not forget the scene at the bloody dusk that day. The bloody flesh and blood, the crazy
The gushing blood is just like the sunset clouds beside the setting sun, which are like burning red.
Holding up the Ghost Head Sword in his hand, he didn't know that his right hand had begun to tremble slightly, and his rough face was reflected from the blade. Rough skin color and sloppy hair covered half of his face.
When he stopped, he also saw that his cloudy eyes began to slowly turn red, and little bloodshot eyes began to fill his eyes. He began to feel that he didn't even recognize himself. He didn't expect that there was something hidden in his eyes.
Not only has the hatred in my heart not been forgotten, but it has become even more intense. His breathing began to become a little rapid, and his ferocious face was reflected in the slightly shaking ghost-headed sword.
Although Taiping Town has a good name, it is always not peaceful because bandits from nearby will come here from time to time to beat the autumn wind and take away some valuable items. In addition to robbing some money, those bandits will of course also take away some food.
Such as cattle, sheep and some millet.
Ma Chenghui only brought Ma San to Taiping Town. He had never done anything to rob Taiping Town. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't have the strength. There were only dozens of bandits in their group, although they brought some
Strong bandits, but there are still some forces in Taiping Town that he cannot afford to offend. He knows that he does not dare to come to Taiping Town to rob, but that does not mean that other bandits will not come here to rob. Those forces are more powerful than others.
Bandits who were hundreds of times more powerful than him were able to return with full loads from here many times, so this place became an eternal pain in his heart.
Today's Taiping Town is as noisy as ever. Although Taiping Town is not that big, the transactions of hundreds of villages near Mount Wutai are concentrated here. Human potential is unlimited. It has been robbed many times, but every time
After the robbery, you can always hear some howls of despair. The howls of boiling mountains and seas can't stop the bandits who come and go by the wind. Loss is inevitable, but after a few days
Today, the lively market-like trading here has resumed. People seem to have forgotten about the bandits who came in the wind. They also conjured some items they wanted to trade out of nowhere and put them in their stalls again.
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There are not many shops in Taiping Town. In addition to an inn, there is also a dilapidated small wine shop. There is only one long street here, about two or three miles long. There are no shops on both sides of the long street. They are all local residents. This place is open all year round.
After being looted by bandits, there are no permanent shops left.
Walking through a group of sheep that were full of smelly sheep, I didn't know how much feces and urine I stepped on under my feet, and my whole body was stained with a lot of fishy smell. Ma Chenghui and Ma San squeezed out of the crowd in embarrassment.
I understand why there are so many people here. It was hard to choose a place, but I chose this place. There is nothing in Taiping Town except a long street of two or three miles, but those who are doing business are all here.
The scars are healed and the pain is forgotten, so I stick here.
There was a lot of shit smell on his body, and he didn't have time to wipe it off. The thin man next to him was even more unbearable. His cloth clothes were already squeezed out of shape. Of course, they didn't wear their usual clothes, but
They hastily selected two pieces of cloth, put them on casually, and hurried here. Along the way, they only relied on their own feet to walk, and there were no horses for them to ride on.
"Master, do you think we really want to find those two people? I think those five Khitan dogs are not well-intentioned. They want us to do such an errand, but they haven't given us any silver yet. Otherwise, let's run away. Anyway, we have no money."
It’s not that we haven’t escaped. From that point on, haven’t we been running away?”
The skinny Ma San had to wipe away the stench of livestock excrement on his body with difficulty, and couldn't help but asked worriedly. Thinking of the methods of the five Khitan people, he was still frightened, and he didn't know whether they had broken into his stronghold.
Moreover, he knocked down several of his brothers with one move. This was not a group of ordinary Khitan people. They were simply scarier than the wolves in the mountains. As the saying goes, those who come here are evil, and he knew those five Khitan people.
It was easy to kill all these bandits, but he didn't understand why the Khitans came after them.
"Stop talking nonsense, keep your dog eyes open and see if there are them in the inn. I want to find those two people this time and kill those five Khitan dogs. Those two people are not
Ordinary people, otherwise, the five Khitan people would not arrange for people to inquire about them. Just take this opportunity to kill a Khitan dog. Although I am a bandit, I can help those Khitan dogs.
things, but still can’t do it.”
Ma Chenghui didn't care what Ma San called him. He was originally the eldest son of a wealthy family, but now he became a bandit. But when the two of them were alone, Ma San would still call him a name from time to time.
The eldest young master. His eyes shone with a fierce luster, and his hands couldn't help but clenched tighter.
"What, Master, don't scare Ma San." When Ma San heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he said hurriedly. He didn't care about the sheep shit on his clothes, and said: "Master, about revenge.
I think we should forget about that matter. We are just bandits now. We can't fight with those Khitan dogs without hurting ourselves."
"With your little potential, as long as there is an opportunity, I will not let it go. No matter what, if I don't kill those five Khitan dogs full of fishy smell, I will feel uncomfortable. The book says that a gentleman's revenge will last ten years.
It’s not too late. We have been waiting for more than ten years. Even if we can’t find the group of Khitan dogs that killed our village, we can just kill a few Khitan dogs. Anyway, I am holding a fire in my stomach now. This time I feel
This is an opportunity, I'm betting on it. At worst, eighteen years later, I will be reborn and kill a few Khitan dogs again. I don't believe it, I won't be able to kill a single Khitan dog this time."
A ray of light shot out from Ma Chenghui's eyes, which was a determined light, with a look of absolute determination that was like breaking the cauldron.