Qianjun's face was stunned for a moment, but he still smiled and exhaled softly: "A long time ago, I thought about it. ”

"Lao Wang......" Lao Lu said again.

"In these days," Wang Lie snorted, "it seems that people don't feel that their lives are worth anything anymore." ”

"Old Wang......" "Okay, okay," Wang Lie interrupted Lao Lu impatiently, "Your grandson is less daring than a rabbit, but you are still an old fellow who walked with me back then, and a young man is not afraid, you are scared like anything."

I'm scared now, right? Are you afraid to come back to this trip? Just because of your little wife forcing you to give her jewelry? As I said earlier, women can't pass the pass, so it's better to give it to the big snake in one bite! ”

Old Lu shuddered, his face pale.

He felt that this trip was not going well, and wanted to stay south of Daze and wait, but as soon as Wang Lie said that, he thought of the python again, and felt that it was death to go, and he couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.

"It's okay," Qian Jun smiled and patted Lao Lu's shoulder, "I remember that there was sulfur on the horseback, and if you carried a bag of sulfur on you, the big snake would not dare to approach you." Besides, snakes are afraid of cold and heat, and I see that the weather continues to be stuffy, and snakes will not come out to move if they are cowered in trees.

You don't have to worry too much. ”

Lao Lu looked at this young man who was never frightened, and nodded vigorously to express his gratitude.

"Then it's decided!" The cripple interrupted them impatiently, "If it rains so hard, it will come down, and it will be even harder to walk then!" Wang Lie also went up and patted Lao Lu: "Okay, take the guys to put on eight horses, if I come back, you still have a life, you have a share!" Divided into four dials, ten people and ten horses, who will follow me first? ”

"Let's go," the first to respond was Qianjun, who patted his black horse given to him by his teacher, "The black shadow can swim, and it may be better than ordinary horses." ”

Lao Peng beckoned to his brothers: "That's it, there are seven more of you, and the first batch includes me, Wang Bangtou and Brother Qianjun." ”

"I'll go with Wang Bangtou for the first time!" The cripple suddenly stood up, "Old Peng, gang leader, you can't have an accident, you have to take care of the rest of the brothers!" ”

The cripple's eagle eyes had a somewhat provocative look, staring at the back of Wang Lie's hand holding the black rope.

Wang Lie didn't look back, just silently smoked his pipe in the dazed darkness on Daze's side.

Over there, Lao Lu had already taken a few brothers to put eight healthy horses in one place, and with a shout, the wide hooves of the healthy horses stepped through the mud and stepped on the rocks under the mud, and the black rope that was heavily dragged in the mud was slowly pulled up, and the wet mud fell down, and the saddle rings of ten horses were already worn on the rope.

Wang Lie put down the rope, didn't say anything more, and was the first to step into the endless quagmire.

The crowd saw his somewhat stumbling back, with the reins of his great sturdy mule wrapped around his shoulders, and he walked farther and farther, sinking deeper and deeper, and in a blink of an eye he was already walking in the waist-high mud.

The black rope was pulled straight by the pull of the eight healthy horses, and the poor mule seemed to be hoisted in mid-air, and Wang Lie swayed from side to side with difficulty, trudging forward.

Everyone looked at each other, even the brothers under Lao Peng's subordinates, their awe of Wang Lie, an old man, also increased a little bit.

If it weren't for Wang Lie, they might have died many times.

Qianjun smiled, flipped his wrist, pinned the sheathed spear to the belt behind his back, and followed Wang Lie's example, and tied the reins of the black shadow to his shoulder.

As he also stepped into the depths of Daze, the cripple also led the seven men under Lao Peng to follow.

The rest of the men lit more and more torches, but the fire could not penetrate the night, and gradually the back of the last person was also swallowed up by the darkness, and only the sound of muddy water stirring in the distance showed that these people were still alive.

"Lao Wang, turn back early when you get the goods, my brother is waiting for you here!" Lao Lu suddenly shouted, I don't know why, maybe he was the only one left on the Black Swamp, maybe it was the cold wind in the night, which made him feel a lonely chill in his heart, but no one answered.

Wang Lie was the first to jump out of the mud and stepped on the dry ground.

"Ashore! Ashore! The rest of the fuck fucking fucks me hard! He turned around excitedly and shouted.

There was a burst of cheers among the men who were still trudging in the mud, they were holding their horses in one hand and climbing ropes in the other, as if they were in the mud, and they could only see the backs of the brothers in front of them, and they didn't know how far they had to go, and several people were exhausted, and at this time they heard Wang Lie's cheers, as if they had escaped death, and a surge of strength came out of their hands and feet.

Qianjun followed him onto the dry ground, his lower body was soaked with muddy water, and the sound of water in his cowhide riding boots was when he walked. He walked to Qi Lie's side, Wang Lie didn't care that the surroundings were also wet, and sat down to pour the muddy water in his boots.

"Damn, this road is dead, when I came before, those sub-witch priests still had noses and eyes and said that the sea breeze will be eastward in the next month, and the climate will be dry. Dry? you! This is considered dry, but when it is wet, isn't the house going to be soaked in mud? ”

Wang Lie scolded endlessly. Lao Peng also landed, and the lame man who went ashore first reached out to pull him, but he waved away.

"Keep up with the back! Go ashore and see if you have lost anything! Take out a few more torches and light them all! Lao Peng turned around and shouted.

"Peng Gang Leader, Wang Gang Leader." Qianjun said suddenly.

"How?" Both asked.

Qianjun stood beside the thick black rope, playing a torch, and the fire shone to the end of the black rope, where there was no one, and the black rope was tied to a large stone that was afraid of tens of thousands of catties. Lao Peng and Wang Lie were stunned, Wang Lie jumped up, and Lao Peng pressed the handle of the hook knife.

The three of them looked around, countless raindrops reflecting the light of the torches, but beyond that, there were only black trees and busy horse gangs, and there were no outsiders in sight. Who handed the rope?

"Don't worry about the goods, fire extinguisher, copy the guy for self-defense!" Old Peng roared.

His voice was deafening, and the men behind him who had just stepped on the ground were stunned, and the others were scrambled to retrieve weapons from the saddle.

The horse gang that walked through the clouds and wilderness was eating with their heads tied to the waistband of their trousers, and they had some kung fu under their hands, and at this time they were busy but not chaotic, gathering together in twos and threes, and their vests rushed out with the knife edge against them, and they didn't know what to defend, but they looked around nervously.

All the torches were poured upside down into the muddy water and extinguished, except for the one in Lao Peng's own hand, which burned alone in the crowd. There was still no one around, just overlapping fern leaves and shrubs, and no footprints could be seen in the muddy water that meandered underground. It's so quiet that there should be no one here.

But Wang Lie glanced at the black cord, and his face was ugly like a dead man.

No one here in Yunhuang said anything to help them, not to mention that they were a group of outsiders, if they wanted to say that the Wumin helped them but left without leaving their names, Wang Lie couldn't believe it if he was killed.

Here, the person who does not show his head will not be friends, he must be hiding in the shadows and the killer guy. And they seem to have stepped into a bad trap, with a bottomless quagmire behind them, and there is no way out yet.

A large group of guys looked at each other, and after staying on guard for a long time, their postures were a little stiff.

Lao Peng loosened his hand holding the hook knife a little and glanced at Qianjun. The young man was pressing the black-sheathed spear at his waist, his thumb stuck in the spear, the sharpness of the weapon ready to be unsheathed.

But at this time, Qianjun closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if he was listening to something.

"Silence!" Lao Peng understood and drank in a low voice. When the guys of the caravan were silent, the subtle noise around them was revealed.

There was a faint sound of some kind of animal breathing, and when you listened closely, it looked like a human sigh, and if you listened closely, it looked like there was nothing, but the wind blew across the surface of the mire.

The voice was in the east and west, like the footsteps of a ghost quietly leaving footprints in the darkness around it.

"Medium!" The cripple's voice suddenly shattered the silence, followed by a terrible roar of arrows.

As soon as the three arrows left the string, the lame man had already shot out like arrows, and at the same time, the three fingers took the arrows from the quiver on his waist, and the blue bow lowered his body and rushed to the direction where the three arrows were shot.

When this skinny man strode up the mud and charged, he had the power of a leopard.

Lao Peng was only half a step behind, and in an instant, six or seven people followed the cripple's side, and the formation like a goose's wings unfolded.

Lao Peng's hook knife never shot, and threw the torch first. The flame rolled in midair, dragging a long line of fire, but it couldn't illuminate the heavy darkness.

Before it hit the ground, there was a sudden "click", the fire splashed, and the torch fell in two sections in the mire. In an instant, people saw a slender black shadow and the ferocious flat-mouthed scimitar in his hand. The clashing of blades, shouts, and wails resounded in the darkness, and a group of brothers led by Lao Peng had already clashed with the enemy sneaking in the darkness.

At this time, there were no torches on either side, and Wang Lie led the rest of the men to protect the mules and horses, even if there were torches, they could not illuminate the vicious battle.

Only the occasional sparks splashed during the exchange of gold and iron in the darkness illuminated the faces, and it was vaguely Lao Peng who strode forward, vigorously brandishing the hook knife to force the opponent to retreat again and again, and could only continue to block with the flat scimitar in his hand.

At this time, everyone can see that Lao Peng has had a career in the army, and the ruthlessness is completely a life-and-death killing method on the battlefield. But it was this beastly strength that gave the guys a sense of security in their hearts.

is not such a man, he can't step through the layers of obstacles. But Lao Peng's heart floated with a hint of ominousness. It's a good thing that the other party is a human and not a demon.

But in the darkness, he was attacking, and the opponents were able to block his attacks even when they retreated, and those enemies hiding in the darkness seemed to be able to see his movements.

He also knew that it was his own men who let out a few wails, in other words, no one was hurt. He wielded the hook knife with all his might, and he wanted to deal with the current opponent first and save the morale of the army.

The sound of iron tearing through the air suddenly came from the back of his head. Lao Peng rushed forward in shock, his opponent was clearly in front, but there was an attack coming from behind, and the speed and strength of that person's shot were far from comparable to the opponent in front of him. The rush with all his strength caused him to dodge a near-fatal slash, and he let out a low roar, a burning pain in the back of his neck.

The knife hidden behind the back brought the wind again! Lao Peng didn't even have a chance to rush forward this time, it was the first time in his life that he had heard that someone could recover so quickly, the first knife had not been exhausted, and the second knife was already ready to go.

Caught in front and back, he had no way out. Peng Li roared violently, ignoring the knife behind him, and slashed out with all his strength.

"Stop! Stop! Tashi Leza! Tashi Leza! Suddenly, someone let go and shouted.

The hook knife was almost close to the opponent's waist ribs, and the blade was divided into two parts, and a thin line of blood was dazzling on the cold blade.

And Lao Peng's top door was also pressed by a ferocious knife.

"Stop! Tashi Leza! Stop it! Tashi Leza! The shouter waved his arms with all his might, and ran into the warband.

The rushing people held torches aloft and lit up the surrounding scene. A sword-wielding witch man stood close behind Lao Peng, covered in black and dark green stripes, and formed a hideous face of a divine beast on his chest.

The lame man was three zhang away, leading the green bow, and the bowstring was tense to the extreme. The rest of the men, each wounded, confronted one or two of the Witches with weapons in hand.

There were about ten witch people, all of them fierce young men, and their eyes were fierce, and there was no fear in them. Lao Peng had already heard that it was Wang Lie's voice.

When he stopped the hook knife, life and death were only a line between life, and it could not but be said to be an extraordinary courage. At this time, he can hook through the enemy's vest and pull half of the ribs, but the lacquered witch behind him who has been hiding in the dark seems to be the leader of the other party, and even if Lao Peng moves his fingers, the flat knife will split his head in half.

Both sides are standing at both ends of the scale, and neither dares to make a rash move, and the slightest alarm will develop into a lose-lose result.

"Tashi Leza...... Tashi Leza ...... "Wang Lie was out of breath because of the violent running, but he didn't dare to stop repeating this sentence for a moment.

He crossed his hands on his shoulders, bowed one step at a time, and slowly approached the painted witch, his expression respectful, completely devoid of his usual face.

"Tashi Leza" is a Chinese language spoken by the Ummahers, which means "friend".

There are many kinds of languages spoken by the Wumin of Yunzhou, some of which are similar to the official dialect of the Eastern Continent, but there are many local sounds, and some are completely different.

And this kind of "Zhu Wen" is used by the old people of the family when worshipping their ancestors, and it is said that only Zhu Wen can pass through the world of gods and ghosts, as if the "Divine Envoy Wen" advocated by the Wu clan, it is common in the entire cloud wilderness.

The faces of the witches covered in lacquer were also full of oil paint, and their white and black pupils stared at Wang Lie deadly.

After a long period of dead silence, everyone's hearts were chilling, and there was a faint sweat on the hand of the lame man who drew the bow.

"You ...... Is it a merchant from the Eastern Continent? ”