Chapter 457, Ghost King!

Crossing the Hate Mountain Pass is the main road.

Avenida da Those.

For ordinary people, it is just an ordinary three words, an ordinary road. However, for the bearded man, it is a forbidden charm that imposes a spell, a boundary that draws the ground as a prison, and a choice of courage and family affection.

One step is life, one step is death.

Further is hell, and taking a step back is not heaven.

"Bang-"

The bearded footsteps are loud.

He stepped on the stone path, and the small stones that were not strong enough were crushed to pieces.

Bang -

Bang -

He doesn't move fast, but every step is so powerful that it seems to be stepping on a human heart.

Cha!

He stood on the pavement of the main road.

It's a gravel road, no asphalt, not even a smooth cement pavement.

It was just a flat road made of sand and gravel. On the left side of the road is the interface of the Hate Mountain, and on the right side is also an endless mountain forest. That mountain has a nice name, it's called Beauty Mountain.

I don't know what kind of allusion there is, the predecessors called it that, and the later people also called it that.

On one side is 'beauty' and on the other side is 'hate', which is also appropriate.

A beautiful girl has an unfortunate life. Aren't beauties always associated with hate?

The bearded man stopped.

He gently stepped on the road with his feet, and sighed in his heart.

He had been lying here like a trapped beast for many years, and finally took this historic step.

So many years!

So many years!

"So many years." The bearded man sighed softly.

He has changed from a young man with black skin and white teeth to a second # uncle with black skin and black teeth, how can he say clearly the bitterness and sourness without a thousand words and 180,000 words?

Twenty years. How many twenty years can there be in life?

"Hahaha, son of Orion, you're finally out. I've been waiting for you for a long time. There was a burst of laughter, a shrill man's voice ringing out in the darkness of the night.

The laughter has a very strange feeling. It's like the man is trying very hard to pretend to be heroic, but the voice that laughs is still dry and weak. It's like a lack of energy, and it's like a lack of pride.

The bearded man stared at the beauty mountain opposite, stuffed the last piece of blood-stained steamed bun in his hand into his mouth and chewed it.

The steamed buns are sweet and salty with blood. It's not tasty, but the taste is familiar.

"Now that it's out. Don't go back. The shrill voice sounded again.

Then, under the common expectation of the trees under the grassy hill on the evening wind moon ground, seven dwarfs came out of the beauty mountain opposite—yes. Heptad.

It's a pity that there are no princesses.

Of course, these dwarfs are not as pure and kind as the dwarfs in the fairy tale "Snow White", and no one has been running over to kiss Snow White for so many years, until the rich and handsome prince comes, this kid will not let go of such a stunning beauty, even if he is dead, he will kiss - so, the princess and the prince who are admired by everyone walk happily together.

What is a real **silk? The seven dwarfs are examples.

Snow White fainted for so many years, wasn't she just waiting for a kiss?

The height of these seven dwarfs is about one meter, and the tallest is only one meter three. There are men and women, with long hair and bald heads, one eye, and some facial features crumpled like a bun that has been stepped on.

They have a hideous image and a fierce look in their eyes. Dressed in black, he holds a weapon such as a knife or hook in his hand.

These people, they have a terrible name, it's called Murderous Gnomes.

At the head was the long-haired dwarf, whose facial features were normal compared to the other six, but his face looked very old. Wearing a children's version of a black trench coat, but the way he talks and walks is old-fashioned - witty and weird.

No one knows his name, however, everyone calls him the King of Gnomes.

Because this group of people is not a ghost or a ghost, and specializes in doing some lawless and tragic things, they were given a nickname: evil ghosts.

And this long-haired man is the king of evil spirits!

As long as these people have money, they can do anything.

They slaughter women and children, they can rape #adulterous women, they can destroy entire families, and they have even been active in Africa and other countries in the past few years to create ethnic and religious conflicts, causing mass murder after mass murder - their appearance is perverted, and what is even more perverted is their heart.

Now they are standing in front of the bearded man.

"I didn't expect you to be alive." The bearded man sighed.

"Good people don't live long, but disasters last for a thousand years." The Ghost King laughed. "Orion's son, we meet again. Twenty years? Or twenty-one years? Oh. It's been so long that I can't remember it clearly. You were a nasty guy back then—now

, what does it look like to be different from us? ”

The bearded man looked over and saw a row of heads at a glance. So, he said, "I am taller than you." ”

This sentence undoubtedly adds fuel to the fire.

Oh, much more powerful than a frying pan. At least a heavy bomb.

If a person has nothing, he will taboo anything.

Height is the reverse scale of this group of murderous gnomes. Occasionally, when they were in a bad mood, they would even rush up and stab a tall man - and now, the bearded man taunted them with this.

"Damn it. I'm going to kill him and cut him into a hundred and eight pieces—"

"Cut off his legs, cut off his head, and see how tall he is—"

"Kill him, and let him bury our brother—"

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"Orion's son, you're in trouble. You're in trouble. The Ghost King's face was gloomy, and he was equally angry. They're small, they're small-minded -- oh, they don't have any such thing. Because seeing that others are taller than them and can go up and stab the perverts, what kind of mind do you have?

Therefore, hearing the bearded man's words, the ghost king was also angry.

"Do you hear that? My people will cut you into a hundred and eight pieces—"

The bearded man looked at the Ghost King and said, "It seems that the first few groups of dwarfs who came here also said something like this-it's been too long, I can't remember it clearly. Still, they all died. I didn't cut them into one hundred and eight pieces—too small to cut enough. ”

In the past, there were several groups of dwarfs who infiltrated the Hate Mountain Prison and wanted to kill the bearded man and Tang Chong. Unfortunately, before they could get close to their target, they were killed by a bearded man who sensed danger. Even, Tang Chong, who was asleep, didn't know that there was such a thing.

In the dark night that Tang Zhong didn't know, the bearded man was like a god of war in the sky, blocking him from many ups and downs. He was unfortunate and lucky. The trip to Yanjing was the first time Tang Chong met this group of murderous gnomes.

Not cut enough.

This sentence is even more vicious and vicious.

I have to say that Tang Chong and the bearded man deserve to be father and son. Tang Chong's poisonous tongue also has a origin. It's in families.

"Kill him!" A bald dwarf roared hoarsely, looking ugly and miserable, like a goblin in "The Lord of the Rings".

"Kill him." A female dwarf shouted. Maybe it's because I've been with this group of perverts for too long, and there's no femininity in my voice.

"I don't like to eat people, but today I'm going to taste the taste of fresh meat—" another tattered bun face yelled

The ghost king waved his hand, and the noise came to an abrupt end as if it were coming out of the ground.

The Ghost King looked at the bearded man and said, "I thought you should have come out a long time ago. I didn't expect you to be able to endure it until now. ”

"If it's you," said the bearded man, "I don't have to come out." ”

Although the bearded man rarely asked about Tang Chong, when Tang Chong came back for the Spring Festival, he still told his father about his attack in Yanjing. The bearded man knew that the murderous dwarf had done it to his son, and he also knew the fact that Tang Zhong had destroyed them.

That's why he said this sentence so hardly.

"Megalomaniacal guy." The Ghost King was angry. His normally-looking face became hideously distorted. The pale complexion turned dark—perhaps because of the sudden dimming of the light. "You've just killed two of your own teammates, do you think those stupid birds who were soldiers will fight for you again? The surname is Tang, and now you are the only one - you, and your son, I will kill them all one by one. Cut into pieces and air-dried to make bacon - hahaha, it must taste pretty good. ”

"It's not long. More and more nonsense. "The bearded man is getting a little impatient.

The ghost king waved his little hand and roared, "Kill him." ”

Before the words fell, he was the first to rush forward.

Whoop -

The imps, each with their weapons, shouted and lunged at the bearded man, forming a fan-shaped encirclement.

The bearded man did not resist, and his body quickly regressed.

He didn't even have time to turn around, but he was reversing with great speed.

Like a ghost, he disappeared into the mountains behind him in an instant.

Hate the mountain, stretching for hundreds of kilometers.

And in this mountain, the bearded man is a well-deserved king.

A group of dwarfs screamed strangely, and rushed into the mountains and forests of Hate Mountain in high spirits.

The mountains and forests are dark, and the deep people are like hell on earth.

They lost track of their beards and could only move cautiously forward.

Whoosh -

A sharp arrow shot vertically down from the sky.

The sharp arrow pierced through the air, penetrated through the heavenly spirit cover on the head of a dwarf, and then pierced through the anus, still strong enough, and the blade of the arrow burrowed into the dirt half an inch before the group.

A hundred through Yang, one arrow through the intestines!