bantayden Chapter 168
Chapter 168
Fourteenth year of Voling, August 24.
Zhao Heng, the northern king of Wei Guozhen, pulled Yan Shisong, the master of the Su Kingdom, to the seventh day of his death.
The rising sun rises in the east.
In the shrill crunch, Suguo Jiayu closed the wind city, and the two huge city gates to the south slowly opened.
Behind the city gate came a boy with red lips and white teeth and a grim face, about thirteen or fourteen years old.
The boy wore a light blue robe, a long sword hanging from his waist, and a worn-out book box on his shoulder.
The thin boy chewed a stick of grass in his mouth, gently grasped the string hanging from the book box with both hands, and slowly walked towards the Yewang Plain.
In the autumn breeze, the boy stopped.
The grass of the vast plains is deep red.
The soil, which had been soaked in the blood of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, was still not hard.
Feet on it are slimy.
The wind blowing across the plain whined, like a ghost crying.
The young man squatted down, stretched out his palm and gently patted the sticky bloody hand, as if comforting the grieving soul, and as if saying goodbye silently.
Fold off a crimson stick.
The young man spat out the chewed grass in his mouth, and then bit the blood grass again.
An unspeakable putrid smell melted from his mouth.
The young man got up, hugged his fists and bowed, and whispered: “Go all the way~”
About half an hour later.
The young man came to the north gate of Dragon City under the wind reclusion.
Clenching his palms and making fists, the young man knocked heavily on the city gate.
No one responded.
After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the young man’s knees bent slightly, and he immediately roared, and his slender body swung straight to the head of the city like a trainer.
The boy chewing the blood grass looked down at Dragon City condescendingly.
The huge ancient city is like a ghost city, Mo Yan is inhabited, and even cats and dogs do not have one.
Wei Guozhen Beiwang Tucheng.
More than 400,000 people in Dragon City were slaughtered for food.
There are also four rounds of large-scale national wars between Wei and Su.
The goddess of the palm resurrection fairy.
The commanders of the three armies of the two countries died together, and so on, the young Yu Suguo went all the way south, and he had no intention of hearing it many times.
Raising his eyes slightly, the young man looked at the magnificent mountains and rivers of Wei Guo from afar, squeezed his fists, and seemed to have made a decision.
A quarter of an hour later, the young man walked down the city wall and crossed the entire main road of the central axis of Dragon City.
Walking out of the southern city gate of Da Chang, it took about a few hours of incense to come to the camp of the three armies.
Every part of the barracks was covered with decomposing corpses.
Flies make the sea, crows become a black tide.
Maggots wriggle wildly among the carrion, a miserable and miserable hell on earth.
The young man’s face was calm, he landed carefully, tried not to step on the corpse, and soon came to the position of the gang.
Walking into the tent, several mountain wolves are gobbling up smoked human flesh hanging from strings.
The boy quietly retreated, not disturbing the mountain wolf’s meal.
Walk out of the main entrance of the school and come to the rear of the barracks.
Looking at the towering and majestic bone mountain formed by more than 400,000 people in Dragon City, the young man couldn’t help but sigh lightly.
Turning back to Dragon City, the young man first found a hoe and a shovel, and then walked into various coffin shops and incense shops in Dragon City, and collected all the paper money, including the white paper for making paper cut money.
Finally, the boy carried a hoe and shovel and a sack and walked slowly along the street.
“Yuelai Inn~”
Glancing up at the gray mottled plaque, the young man walked into the inn and came to the backyard.
“There is even a small courtyard that has been built.”
The boy smiled and pushed open the courtyard door.
With a crunch, the boy pushed the door and entered the main house.
The air was filled with the faint smell of women’s bodies.
The teenager was satisfied.
After putting down the sack and scissors, he carried the hoe and shovel out the door.
Above the grassy wilderness, the boy swallowed the chewed blood grass into his stomach, folded it again, bit it in his mouth, and waved his hoe.
One after another.
The teenager sometimes wielded a hoe and sometimes danced a shovel.
Gradually, a large burial pit slowly took shape.
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August 25.
As the sun thins.
The sweaty boy put down his shovel, climbed out of the burial pit, lay on his back on the grass, and quietly looked at the dim blue sky overhead.
The setting sun shone on the boy, and he looked calm and serene.
There is a camp of dead bodies behind him.
The bones on the side make a mountain.
The boy smelled the soil and grass and fell asleep.
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August 26.
Greeting the morning sun, the boy entered the dense forest.
After walking for more than a hundred steps, I saw a gray-furred mountain hare crawling on the ground for some reason.
The boy approached, crouched down, and pulled away the grass.
But I saw that the wire ring was firmly embedded in the right leg of the gray rabbit.
I don’t know who put the ring, Xu is a pawn in the barracks.
The hungry boy searched the forest for an anti-inflammatory herb to stop bleeding.
After spitting out the grass, chew the herb in your mouth.
The iron wire ring was then untied for the gray rabbit and the chewed herb was applied to the wound.
Finally, he tore off the corner of his shirt and bandaged the gray rabbit.
“Go, live well.”
The teenager went further and further.
Along the way, I don’t hunt when I encounter hares and pheasants.
About an hour later.
The young man turned over a mountain, and his eyes couldn’t help but light up.
A wild boar of two to three hundred pounds is drinking long on the bank of the stream.
Picking up a stone the size of a baby’s fist, the teenager aims at the boar’s head.
Sink the dantian and throw it fiercely.
“Whoosh~”
Yin Hong’s blood was mixed with white and greasy brain pulp, as well as broken bones, spraying everywhere.
The wild boar walked peacefully.
In the next half hour, the boy peeled and opened his stomach and washed everything he could eat.
Just as he was about to carry the delicate mountain pig back to the camp, the young man’s slender sword frowned suddenly.
Deeper into the mountains, there was a howl of mountain wolves.
“Someone encountered a pack of wolves~”
The boy immediately carried the mountain pig and walked like a fly.
About a quarter of an hour later, the boy broke into a grassy field.
Following the smell and the blood stains on the grass, the young man walked more than ten steps vigilantly, and his expression couldn’t help but be startled.
In the grass lay a pale girl in red.
The girl had two narrow knives stuck next to her.
Both blades have thick blood flowing slowly.
“Double Sword Protector?!”
“I actually gave birth to spiritual sense! Could it be that the ancient immortal weapon that is standard in the mouth of the ancient immortal in the mouth of grandfather?
The boy was slightly surprised.
Xu Yi felt the strange life form approaching, one of the two knives emitted a slight blood glow, and the other one bloomed with a faint black light.
“In Xia Han Xiangbone, only for the Savior, there is no malice.”
The blood and dark light of the two swords gradually faded.
The boy smiled, untied the hemp rope around his waist, and tied the mountain boar behind him.
Then he hung his two knives around his waist, and finally picked up the girl in red and left.
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Night falls.
Dragon City Yuelai Inn.
Inside the main house of the small courtyard that was built.
Han Xiangbone has delicious wild boar soup in one hand and a porcelain spoon in the other.
Scooping a spoonful of white soup, the teenager blew gently.
After making sure that it was not hot, it was carefully sent into the girl’s thin lips.
After feeding the whole bowl of soup, the boy took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the soup stains from the corner of the girl’s mouth.
Getting up and removing the grass that was clamped to his ear and biting it in his mouth, the boy frowned and stared at the girl.
“Why is it so like Sister Cangxue~”
The young man leaned over slightly and ruffled the girl’s bangs.
The bright birthmark on the small half of the forehead comes into view.
“It’s like… It’s really Sister Cangxue.
“But there are a lot fewer birthmarks.”
The young man Yu Wei only recognized the two.
One Cangxue, one Qi Qingyan.
Turning his head and forgetting to glance at the night outside the window, the young man said in a young voice: “Grandpa, the sister Cangxue you have in mind is still alive.”
“Grandchildren are not alone in a foreign land.”
After tugging the quilt horns for the girl.
The boy chewed slowly and ate two small bowls of wild boar soup.
Immediately took the scissors, borrowed the candlelight, and began to cut the paper money.
The teenager was quiet.
The same goes for night.