Twilight Boundary

Arriving at the southern mountain col, Shen Bangzi ordered his men to find a place to settle down.

After all, he is also a disciple of Hongxiang, and he is still alert. After settling down inside and outside, he personally checked it and arranged for about ten people to stand guard. Each person was rewarded with two steamed buns to eat while guarding at night. .

But he didn't give him wine for fear of getting drunk.

It was said that they were setting up camp, but they now lacked tents and troops, and they had only set up three or five tents in the mountain col, which could accommodate a few small bosses.

The other three hundred men and horses, one on the left and the other on the right, scattered around the mountain col. Each one found a soft haystack, held the weapon in his arms at night, and took a nap against the big tree. Even if you have slept.

He waited until Xu Shi, but there was no other sound. Shen Bangzi drank a lot, and he had to eat at least three or four jars before he was satisfied. However, Yang Gong advised him to be careful that day, so he didn't drink enough when he was in Yang Gong's tent. I wanted to be obedient, but I lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

He simply got up and asked the people around him to bring a jar of wine to eat. He was not happy eating alone, so he called the little boss and cronies around him over. He just wanted to get drunk and go to bed early.

After going back and forth, when we arrived, we were already very drunk in the tent. It was the man who regularly changed shifts to patrol and watch. Looking from a distance, we saw people eating wine in the tent. After finishing the two buns, he felt that it was boring and boring. We found a straw shelter and started fighting under our eyes.

In the second half of the night, but at some unknown time, a figure faintly appeared on the path toward the mountain col. The figure drove a little ghost around the camp, and then came back and kowtowed to the man, saying:

"They're all asleep, sir, they're all asleep!"

"..."

"It's really just a bunch of rabble!"

After hearing this, the man just sneered and called the people following him over.

He is just a small leader, a worshiper in the Truth Sect, but he is different from the altar leader who was beheaded earlier. That altar leader brought five hundred followers, most of whom were recruited from Mingzhou. Wu Wu Disappointed, extremely conspicuous.

But he only brought a total of twenty people, eight of whom had followed him here from Guanzhou, and twelve who were originally disciples of the Tsing Yi Gang. After the evil ghost in Tsing Yi was killed, they Hiding in the mountains, he was discovered when he went to the countryside and recruited his followers.

They all touched the mountain col with light hands and sneered to themselves: "Xu Dahu, the master of the sixth altar, is a half-hearted ghost walker. He has little ability. He only received the Hundred Ghost Banner as a reward from our general. He attracts evil spirits. The ghost appears to be extremely powerful.”

"Don't look at him being slaughtered, it's because he didn't have enough eyesight."

"Some of the laws in this world can withstand the evil spirits in the army, while others are ineffective when they are overwhelmed by the anger of the people."

"His Hundred Demon Banners are originally very powerful. If I fight alone and give him time to recruit ghosts, I'm afraid even three of them will be no match for me."

"But we happened to meet these brave and brave people. The hundred ghosts were suppressed by their popularity and could not get out to harm people. That's why these bandits swarmed up and chopped them down. I only brought twenty of you here, but We must take advantage of this opportunity to show off our prestige.”

"..."

When the people under his command heard this, they all said: "Brother just gave orders and wanted to be rewarded for his meritorious service. Huoneng won this battle first. Is he afraid that he will be promoted to the altar master when he returns?"

The little leader then said: "Don't ask any other questions, just see my flag and join the battle to kill."

"The knife must be quick and the hands and feet must be gentle!"

"..."

These subordinates agreed, and he went up to the top of the mountain alone. He happened to overlook the mountain col. Shen Dabang arranged his men and stared at the left and right, but he did not stare at the mountain top behind him. The child was touched to a high place by him.

Looking up, the moonlight slowly sank into the dark clouds.

The man then untied a bundle from his back, and when he untied it, there was a bronze figure about three feet long.

It was made into a fierce face with strange angry eyes, and its lips were painted blood red.

The little leader cast a spell on the top of the mountain, bowed four times, then cut his finger with a small silver knife, and then pointed the fingertip at the bronze man's mouth.

Vaguely, the blood oozing out from his fingertips seemed to have been drunk by the bronze man. In the whistling wind beside him, one could even hear the sound of swallowing. He was originally a goddess, but now But he also gradually became sallow and thin.

After feeding for a long time, he stepped aside, held the bronze man in his hands, placed it upright, and placed it facing the Shen Bangzi and his men who were camped below. Suddenly, a dark wind blew up behind him, and there was a faint sound. Swinging, it floated straight to the mountain col below.

Where the mountain mist arose, the valley was full of gloom, but the people who were sleeping in the mountain col were astonishingly unresponsive.

The man raised his eyes slightly, knowing that the technique was successful, he gasped a few times, took out a small flag from his arms, and waved it downwards.

"Grandpa waved the flag."

There were his direct disciples below, who immediately noticed it and moved forward together to touch it.

Not long after, he saw a sentry sleeping on the side of the road leaning against a tree. He slashed his neck with a knife, picked up the sentry's waist as a replacement, and continued to touch forward, until he reached the mountain col.

I saw that all over the mountain col, a group here, a group there, everyone was sleeping, so they allocated their positions and ran in different directions without distinction.

He went up to the sleeping man and stabbed his neck with a sharp and clever hand, and cut off his head directly.

The dull sound of cutting meat, the sound of chopping bones, and the sound of blood spurting out of the neck echoed in this valley.

This noise was not without alarm. Someone's head was cut off and fell to the ground with a gurgle, which immediately woke up the people around him who were lightly asleep. They saw a blurry figure in front of them and smelled a bloody smell, so they wanted to shout.

But although his eyes were open, he still seemed to be asleep. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to struggle to get up and take the knife, but his body was still asleep and couldn't move.

He let the knife cut his neck, and he didn't even know whether he was dreaming or awake.

The knife rose and fell until he entered the tent. After all, Shen Bangzi had followed the Red Lantern Goddess. Although he was a negative spirit and had no source of magic power after leaving the Red Lantern Society, he was still intuitive and alert. In a daze, he felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, he wanted to turn over and jump up. But for a moment, he felt dizzy and heavy-headed. In a fuzzy state, he saw a green-faced, fanged, and bright-red evil god standing on his chest, pressing him down and making him unable to wake up.

He only saw the sharp knife cutting his neck.

His unwillingness reached its peak.

From the hands of the traffickers to the Red Lantern Club, and from the Red Lantern Club to this home now...

I haven't had enough of the good days yet...

With this thought, his head was cut off and he was immediately held in someone's hand. He didn't make a sound, but two lines of blood and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

…

…

"Brother Yang Gong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have drunk at night."

Ten miles away, Yang Gong had just returned from checking the tents and went to sleep in the tent, but he suddenly dreamed of Shen Bangzi, who held his own head and rushed to his bed, crying, "I followed you, and survived so many times when I was sure to die?"

"I thought I was lucky and that God would not take me away early, but I didn't expect that I would lose my life before I saw the real wealth and prestige with you..."

"…"

"Ah…"

Yang Gong suddenly woke up from the bed, broke out in a cold sweat, but there was no one around him, only the cold wind quietly dissipated.

"Not good!"

He realized something, shouted, jumped up, grabbed a horse, and rushed to the col. The patrolling, sentry, and several awakened leaders were all shocked and hurriedly followed behind.

Lanterns were picked up and torches were lit, making the area brightly lit. The horses and men who heard the noise rushed over, and the sound of horses' hooves and shouts made a mess in the mountains.

They rushed to the front of the mountain valley, and the torches shone forward, and the shouts suddenly disappeared.

The strong smell of blood poured into the nose, and everyone seemed to be stuck in the neck. They couldn't make any sound for a long time. They opened their eyes wide, but they only saw a hellish scene.

Before dark, more than 300 people came to this mountain valley, but now, there is no living person. All they can see are human heads tied to trees in the forest, staring with dry and miserable eyes.

There is even a pile of them on the ground, like a Jingguan, and on the top of the tip is Shen Bangzi's desperate and frozen face.

"My brother..." Yang Gong jumped off his horse and wanted to pick up Shen Bangzi, but he was cold all over and burst into tears. Behind him, the countless young men who followed him had just won a battle at dawn, full of courage, but now they were hit by the heads hanging in the forest. For a moment, they felt dispirited and frightened. The blood in his body had not lasted for a day and had already cooled down by half. At the same time, Hu Ma had returned to the farm in Qingshi Town. After asking Li Wazi, he knew that nothing had happened recently, so he didn't say anything else and put the stone box he brought back on the table in his inner courtyard. As for the punishment knife, he just picked it up and put it in the corner, and it didn't mind. Hearing the sound of his return, several people came out of the side room next to him, all of them were excited and laughing. It was Zhou Datong and others. They also came back from the mine and were going back to the village to celebrate the New Year. They just left a few days late and walked slowly on the road. Now they had just arrived at the village. In the middle of the night, they heard Hu Ma coming back and hurried out to greet them.

When Hu Ma saw them, he was about to give them instructions, but he felt a cool breeze coming from Laoyin Mountain.

He smelled a strong smell of blood in the wind, and his face changed slightly. He lost the mood to joke. After a long time, he whispered: "Rest early today and prepare a table of good food tomorrow."

"Maybe there will be guests coming to this village soon."