Two young men quietly looked at this desolate yellow earth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the top of the mountain, it should have been a factory before, Cheng Qinghe looked around, and found that there were occasionally large iron boxes placed on this large flat land, which looked similar to the ones under his feet, and there were abandoned old cars.

But what's going on with this crimson sky? Everything used to be red, but it was just a different shade.

The two looked at it for a while, and when they saw that there was nothing unusual, they climbed to the top and beckoned to Cheng Qinghe.

"Come with us here, lighten up, he, and him, is here." He said.

"Who?"

"He claims to be the god of war thousands of years ago."

"God of War?" Cheng Qinghe was very surprised.

"But he's dead." The young man said mysteriously.

"Dead through." Another chimed in.

The two looked at each other with some disdain, but their faces spasmed as they spoke, and there was a fear from the bottom of their hearts, which was suppressed.

They don't seem to be in their right minds. Cheng Qinghe followed them into the abandoned factory, a two-story bungalow, separated by a half-meter-high gap between the top and bottom, surrounded by rusty yellow wire.

"Don't look him in the eye, don't let him see your fears." A person muttered in his mouth, kept repeating this sentence, even though his body was already shaking like chaff, he still walked forward one step further.

He knocked on the door, and someone opened a crack in the door and welcomed them in.

"Boss, it's a woman." The man who opened the door said.

"You don't look like a person from the Wind Sound Realm, who are you?" The man in the chair said, apparently the head of the four.

The man looked at the big belly, and there was a thumb-sized birthmark above his cheek and under the corner of his eye, and before she could answer, he waved his hand again: "Forget it, none of this matters, tie her up for me, and use it to distract those people when the time comes." ”

"Who are those guys? Who are you? Cheng Qinghe let people tie him up and didn't resist.

The birthmark man saw that she was well-behaved, and he did not resent her questioning, although this group of subordinates was trained by him well, but their inner quality was still a little worse, and they determined to him the next day when they would be able to leave here.

He didn't know, the devil knew when they would leave, and it wasn't certain that they would die here.

"We are the ones who have been expelled from the Wind Sound Realm. The same goes for the guys, they're upstairs. The birthmark man grinned and said with a yellow tooth.

"Why?"

"Every other week, there are new people from the Wind Sound Realm who have been expelled from the barrier. They wanted us to feed the two monsters so they wouldn't stare at the "human flesh" beneath the barrier. ”

"Those two monsters, just stay in this place." He emphasized.

One person pushed Cheng Qinghe to the ground, one side of her face was lying on the ground, her eyes calm.

"In that case, why don't you unite and face those two monsters together." She was puzzled.

Unite? The birthmark man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, but even if he laughed, he suppressed his throat and trembled.

"Food, we need food." One of them said.

The expulsion started a year ago, from the time the two monsters found a refuge for the people of the Wind Sound Realm, to the fact that the barrier has been under attack until now, which makes everyone extremely afraid, but some of the people in power have convinced the rest of the Wind Sound Realm people that as long as they contribute two people every week, they can make the monsters stop for a while.

And it's true that as they say, once a new prey appears at the top of the mountain, the barrier will not be attacked again for a few days.

What's more, they even joked that the two monsters were their pets.

Pets fed with their own flesh and blood, owners trapped by pets, are really ridiculous!

They were trapped here, without food or drink, except for the newcomers who were expelled each week with large amounts of food.

It is said that it is "a lot", but relatively speaking, it is actually only enough for three or four people to last for a week, and not every time, usually there are so many, thank God.

"Today is the weekend, and the hunting game is about to begin." The birthmark man stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

It seems that there is no return. Cheng Qinghe frowned and pondered, he didn't expect to face the two monsters as soon as he reached the top of the mountain, and he had to find a way to escape from here.

A few hours passed, and the red sky had not changed, and if it was normal, it would have been evening, but the disc-like orange sun above me was still hanging high.

At this time, the sound of an iron rod hitting the ground suddenly sounded above her head, shaking the dust and falling, she raised her head to observe, straightened up and sat cross-legged, and saw that others seemed to be accustomed to it, and couldn't help but be a little more curious.

Only with competition can there be motivation to survive, otherwise before being eaten, you will go crazy in the process of waiting.

After a while, the birthmark man stood up and said, "Ready, the next one is coming." ”

The next one, naturally, refers to the newcomers who are expelled once a week.

"Untie her, tie a cloth bag on her back, and sneak it over first. Don't be seen. He commanded his men.

Cheng Qinghe let someone pick it up, she knew that these people wanted to transfer the tiger away from the mountain, and she didn't struggle at the moment, her back sank, and she was tied to something.

"Ah Zhou, take her over first and find a place to hide."

"Yes!" Ah Zhou was one of the two young men who brought Cheng Qinghe over at that time, and he was the calmer one, and the other had already softened when he heard him say that he was going to start.

"Follow me later, it's not good for you to run around, and when the newcomer comes up, you immediately run back here in the other direction." Xiao Zhou whispered in her ear while pushing her out.

After all, she was the only woman who had appeared in the past year, which was a pity for their group of men who had not been exposed to meat for a long time, and it would be a pity if they died.

"Got it." Cheng Qinghe replied to him, and then glanced up at the second floor, where the high walls of the second floor were erected, and there was silence.

"Don't be afraid, take your time." Ah Zhou tugged at her arm and walked to the left against the high barbed wire, on the other side of which was an endless cliff that would inevitably break into a patty.

The world was silent as they hid behind a mass of iron, and the red ground was filled with rushing heat, and she looked around without blinking, wanting to catch a glimpse of the monster.

If she was not mistaken, it should be two zombies, more serious, or drought, but she didn't expect that the truth of the matter was far beyond her expectations.

"Do you know why the world is red?" Ah Zhou asked.

"It's the formation created by those two monsters, the purpose is to trap the people above, once the barrier left by the ancestors below is broken through a corner, none of the people below can escape." Cheng Qinghe said.

Ah Zhou's chest rose and fell, and he looked quite calm, but his irregular heartbeat betrayed his heart. She spoke verbatim like his boss.

There was a humming sound behind him, Cheng Qinghe looked behind him and saw a semi-unconscious man being pushed in from under the fence, with a large bag of things tied behind his back.

There was no presence of the person who pushed him in, and Ah Zhou stayed quietly behind the iron sheet.

The corners of his mouth moved: "I'll count three-two-one, you run over there." ”

"Three ......"

"Poof~" The sound of the iron rods hitting each other came from behind itself, and then there was a bang, and a heavy object fell to the ground, but in a few seconds, Ah Zhou, who was taken aback, looked at Cheng Qinghe.

"Run!" He shouted, and the two factions were already fighting!

Cheng Qinghe glanced at Ah Zhou's anxious expression, jumped out from behind the iron sheet.

"She's there!"

"Chase!"

Two or three strangers outflanked her, but it was just a mortal, where was Cheng Qinghe's opponent.

The birthmark men are in a hands-on battle with the leader of the other faction, One-Eye, but they don't kill each other, they are the ones who make the rules of this survival game, and they know how to play it better than anyone else.

"Don't kill them all like this!" One-eyed grinning and fist-punching.

"We all want to get out of here alive, so many mouths, this time, it's our turn." The birthmark man said with a smile, and his subordinates were not ambiguous.

They hadn't gotten food for two weeks, and if they continued like this, they wouldn't be able to sustain the next weekend with the food reserves they had saved earlier.

At this time, the one-eyed gang didn't realize that the thing was not in Cheng Qinghe's hands at all, so they just chased it, of course, they couldn't have predicted that there would be outsiders who broke into this Jedi where birds don't lay eggs.

At this time, the two of them vaguely heard the sound of killing from the distant sky, and they didn't really hear it at first.

"Here they are." One-eyed eyes changed, put his hands into his mouth, whistled, and quickly ran away the way he came.

The birthmark man did the same thing, raised his hand and slapped his palm, and then made a scattering motion.

Before that, they wouldn't have appeared at this time, and today is an accident.

It's too late to run back at this time, and for now, you can only hide it quickly.

Cheng Qinghe stood in place, saw the hot ones chasing her, and quickly found a hiding place, and finally knew what those obstacles such as iron boxes were for.

Knock, knock, knock, the sound of the gong became more and more intense, but in a few seconds, from far to near, for a while, the drums shook the sky, and a cloud of red Wu permeated, Cheng Qinghe squinted his eyes and saw four horses' hooves appear under the red mist.

Before she could see who was coming, a man threw her to the ground, rolled and pulled her to hide in a box, "Are you crazy?!" Ah Zhou lowered his voice and said.

"Nope." Cheng Qinghe glanced at him, turned around and poked his face out.

The red mist dispersed from the bottom to the top, and although the two sides were separated by a distance of nearly a kilometer, Cheng Qinghe could still clearly see what was on the other side.

Two war horses covered with iron armor appeared in the red mist, followed by a bronze sword, which looked quite old, but looking at the blade glowing with red light, it was clear that it was not shallow.

Dressed in battle armor, with a blue and black thin face, and a depressed sky-swallowing aura, even if it is unrecognizable, Cheng Qinghe can feel his calmness and killing like a king over the world......

Sigh...... He carried his heavy battle blade in the air, clenched the reins in one hand, and the horse under him swung his head back at his movements, and took a few steps in place.

Behind him is also a horse and a "person", but whether it is the equipment of the horse or the armor on his body, it is obviously not as good as the previous one.

"General, there is an enemy coming to fight in front, Your Majesty has an order, those who offend my Wei State will be killed!"

"Kill!" All the soldiers shouted in unison.

Behind them, however, there was no one.

Cheng Qinghe stuck his head back and took a deep breath of cold air.

"He's a god of war and a madman!" Ah Zhou cursed in a low voice, and a bronze medal ornament hanging from his neck swayed.

He was shaking, trembling uncontrollably. Also, since they became mortals, they have lived a hundred years of peace, where have they ever come into contact with such unbelievable things!

Where is there any Laoshzi Wei now? What the hell!

"Are you running fast?" Cheng Qinghe asked.

"What?" Ah Zhou was stunned, looked at her, and then nodded.

"I'll get out, you, run back."

The place where they were was was about 200 meters away from the factory where they came.

She didn't know why these two monsters didn't kill the factory, maybe there was something they were taboo about?

"Click, click, click......" The sound of horses' hooves rushed all the way, and the general carried the sword, overturning several iron boxes along the way, and a person in front of the road screamed and ran away from the backstage of the iron box, but then it was the sickle of death that followed.

With a pop, the knife was cut in two, and blood was spilled on the ground.

"Click, click, click......" sounded, as if knocking on the scalp of a person, and the three or two of them couldn't support the disguise in front of them desperately, and rushed towards the factory in the rear as if they were not dying.

"There you go!" Cheng Qinghe turned his face to Ah Zhou and said.

"Oh!" Ah Zhou reacted, turned around and was about to run, but as if he thought of something temporarily, he turned his face and asked, "What about you?" ”

"I have my own way." Cheng Qinghe said, then jumped on the tin box, and inadvertently looked down to see that there was a roll of rope inside.

There were constant screams from the front, and the general's subordinates chased after the lone person all over the field, and if they couldn't kill with one knife, they would come with a few more knives.

The people who had fled to the factory were all leaning against the door, their eyes closed, and the screams of terror were in their ears, where did they dare to come out and take another look.

Cheng Qinghe hung upside down in the box, picked up the hemp rope, then jumped down, tied one end of the rope to the fence, and then pinched the other end, looking for a shelter to reach the other end.

The general marched towards the factory building on his war horse, and one of them was about to approach the gate, and a rope was quietly pulled up more than ten centimeters above the ground in front of him.

Click, click, click......

Cheng Qinghe held his breath, wrapped the rope around his palm a few times, and straightened it hard. (To be continued.) )