Guo Yang's people wantonly slaughtered the Bagen people, but the nobles on the Bagen Divine Peak could only watch.

With the exception of the Patriarch of Hazhnahai and his twelve personal guards, the other nobles were taken down, and at this time, they were being hung from some crooked-necked pine trees.

The Patriarch of the Harinaohai was so angry that he stood on the top of the peak and cursed, waving the knife in his hand in the air, but no one paid any attention to him, which made him even more sad.

He had already concluded that it must be those hateful merchants who had come to the mountains to make trouble, and gave him a bright knife to stabilize his heart.

Then, the cunning Central Plains sneaked into the camp of the Arishan Haizi Tabagen, slaughtered his people, hung up his nobles, and trapped him, the patriarch, alive in the highest place.

The hyena-like crumbs, as if intent on humiliating him, only made him jump like a clown, neither attacking nor shooting him to death with a random arrow.

The patriarch of Hazhnahai regretted that his intestines were blue, and if he had known that this would happen, he should have killed more merchants when he was young.

Even, he can learn from those brother tribes close to the Central Plains, and from time to time lead hundreds of cavalry to ravage the territory of those miscellaneous people who walk on two legs for a few more years!

It's too late to say anything, he's trapped at the very top of the Baggen Divine Peak, not much stronger than a rabbit.

It's just that he was a little puzzled, how did these bastards kill those more than 2,000 knights, that are more than 2,000 men, more than 2,000 well-known prairie jackals.

The perennial mist on the Bagan Peak cut off the eyes of the Patriarch of Harinaohai.

……

The old patriarch Jida slowly climbed the Bagan Peak, like a gray-haired old hero, with steady steps and eyes like eagles.

He walked among the slaves who were tied up like rice dumplings, and picked up seven or eight people, who were their Tenggers. And for the Bagan people who hung on the pine trees, they didn't bother to look at it.

"Bartle of Tengger, please spare us, we too are slaves, captured and tortured by that hateful black dog, Harinao Hai." Among the slaves, a dark-faced young man trembled, and the crotch of his pants smelled strong.

"Yes, old Bartel of Tengger, save us." The slaves pleaded bitterly.

The corners of the old patriarch's eyes twitched vigorously, but he kept a straight face and didn't say a word.

He was just pretending, and the real powerful character was Guo Yang, the young man from the south wore a white linen cloak and covered most of his face, and was following behind without saying a word at the moment.

"Good and brave Tengger people, please save us, we are also forced to be helpless, like those young people of yours, caught by the abominable Harinao Sea, as cattle and horses, without hope."

The slaves were crying and fussing, like some wronged children, which softened the strong heart of the old patriarch Jida.

He glanced back at Guo Yang, but found that Guo Yang was slightly distracted, looking into the distance.

"Guo Yang, look ......," said the old patriarch Jida.

"None of them will be left." Guo Yang said lightly.

Before the old patriarch Jida could speak, twenty or thirty figures suddenly appeared behind the stones and on the pine trees, and in a flash, they were in front of the slaves.

In a flash of light, the knife was already in its sheath, and the hundred or so slaves were suddenly dumb, slowly softened, and died after a few convulsions.

These people kill without seeing blood.

Because, as soon as their knife slit someone's throat, they would use a rag to shove it into that tiny wound.

The old patriarch Jida felt that his throat and eyes were a little numb, as if he had been lightly touched by Guo Yang, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Guo Yang......" As soon as the old patriarch Jida spoke, he found that his voice was very strange and a little hoarse.

"Old patriarch Jida, don't say it. Go down and go about your business. Guo Yang said lightly.

The old patriarch Gilda replied vaguely, turned around and left. The pressure on this southerner was so great that he wanted to leave.

"By the way, let the people of the small tribe hurry up. Slowly, rubbing it on, and when the corpses of those Bagan people stink, I will let them eat them bite by bite. Guo Yang said.

The corners of the old patriarch Jida's eyes jumped wildly again.

This is a demon, cannibalistic and does not spit out bones, ruthless, and all kinds of cruel methods are used!

The old patriarch Jida couldn't help but secretly worry, those vassal tribes of the Bagan people, although they were relatively weak, but together they were a terrible force, forcing those people to be anxious, and no one could say what would happen.

But Guo Yang's order, he can't refuse it for the time being.

……

When the old patriarch Jida left the Bagan Divine Peak, Guo Yang withdrew his gaze and looked at the slaves who died on the spot with a complicated expression.

"Bury them alive." After a long time, Guo Yang said in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse.

Immediately, someone walked over and silently dragged the bodies of the slaves away.

"Young master, do these nobles want to be tortured by Ah Jiu?" Anu whispered.

"No, it's all dead." Guo Yang frowned and said.

Anu understood, turned around and drank, "Where is the wine?" ”

"I'm here." Behind a huge stone, a person came out, smiling shyly, but it was Ah Jiu.

"You stinky boys, well done. Go back and ask each of you for a jar of good wine! Anu laughed.

The young people around them burst into cheers.

Guo Yang looked at these young people gently, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "In the future, we will crawl on this grassland and break into a clean world of our own." Wine, yes, as long as there is food, Anu can help you brew the most mellow wine in the world. ”

As soon as Guo Yang spoke, those young people responded with a bang, and their voices were loud and echoing.

"In troubled times, there are only two ways for our merchant descendants. Or, like those businessmen who have been frightened by Zhou Gou, live with trepidation and caution every day, set up a small stall to support their families, or, follow me, break into a world of our own, and live like a man. ”

Guo Yang looked at the young people gently and continued: "In our own world, there are no nobles or slaves, everyone is brothers and sisters. There is meat to eat, wine to drink, and enemies, and together we find a way to kill them. ”

Guo Yang's tone was very calm, but those young people were so excited that they burst into tears and agreed with a bang.

There was another continuous echo on the Bagan Divine Peak.

They are all descendants of merchants, carefully selected by Ah Jiu and Ah Tu, and they are loyal. What is especially rare is that they all have a fiery heart, unlike those merchants who have stayed in Luoyi City for a long time, who have long been governed by the high-pressure decrees of the Zhou people, and live like some noodles.

Guo Yang was very satisfied with these young people, and he swore in his heart that if he could not break into the world, his soul would never be at peace.

"Young master, these Bagen people ......" Anu stopped when he wanted to speak.

"Okay, I understand your thoughts, then leave it to Ah Bar, that kid has a brain." Guo Yang smiled, shook his head and said.

"These guys are familiar with the grasslands, and they should be able to pull out a lot of useful things from their stomachs." Anu laughed.

"Okay, okay." Guo Yang said.

Anu turned over and took out two leopard skins, spread them on the ground, took out a jar of wine, smashed the sealing mud, and immediately the aroma of wine overflowed.

Guo Yang didn't feel anything, and the young people's eyes began to glow, looking at the wine jar and licking their lips.

"Look at it, young master, look at these stinky boys, they think about my wine jar all day long, haha." Anu glanced at the young men and said with a wry smile.

"Master, if we can pry open the mouths of these Bagen nobles, you should reward us with a few jars of good wine." Ah Jiu said with a grin.

"Okay, you can pry open their mouths and reward each of you with three knights." Anu laughed.

"No, one altar per person." Ah Jiu said.

"Stinky boy, you have to know that Master doesn't have that much wine." Anu said with a sad face.

"It doesn't matter, or ...... I pried their mouths open, and you helped each of us brew three jars, how about it? We will find our own way to get the food. Ah Jiu laughed a little cheaply, and his unkempt hair made him look even cheaper.

"Okay, okay, I promise." Anu smiled helplessly and agreed.

Ah Jiu turned around and left, walked quickly to a black and thin Bagen nobleman, and cut the rope with a single brush.

The black and thin man fell to the ground with a "poof", his two eyes glaring fiercely at Ah Jiu, like an angry jackal.

Ah Jiu didn't pay much attention to the man's eyes, grabbed his messy hair, and left.

He walked a dozen steps ahead, where there was a stone platform, and below it, there was a dizzying cliff.

"You bastard......" The black and thin Bagen man was just about to open his mouth to scold, but he was thrown down directly by Ah Jiu.

"Ahh

A terrible roar, mixed with infinite fear, flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, there was no news.

Ah Jiu smiled, clapped his hands, walked slowly to another Bagen nobleman, cut the rope with a "brush", and left after lifting the man.

The man struggled hard, cursing loudly, not wanting to be thrown off the cliff at all.

Ah Jiu was silent, and threw the man off the cliff.

"Mom—"

This time, it was a different howl, short, but heartbreaking.

The Bagan people who were hanging from the pine trees were crazy and struggling, and some of them were starting to get wet in their crotches and emit a stinking heat.

"Mad dog, you're a mad dog!"

"You demon, Tengger Heaven will not let you go!"

……

The Bargan nobles howled loudly and struggled desperately, trying to break free from the rope that was holding them up.

Ah Jiu glanced at it with a smile, strolled over to an old nobleman who looked quite mighty, and cut the rope with a "brush" knife.

As soon as the man landed, he tried his best to dodge Ah Jiu's demonic hand.

Ah Jiu took a step forward, grabbed the man's hair, dragged it to the stone, and threw it down.

"Oh-"

A rather loud howl flashed.

From the depths of the cliff, there was a faint roar, and then, silently.

Ah Jiu stood on the stone and listened intently for a while, and a look of smiling appeared on his face, which made those Bagen nobles frightened.

"I said, I know a lot about the Hazhnau Sea, his treasure ......"

"Ahh

A very young but pale-faced Bagen nobleman begged for mercy desperately, fluttering his hands and feet, and took the initiative to say some useful information, but he was still thrown off the cliff by Ah Jiu with a blank face.

Those Bagen nobles were desperate, and no one dared to curse Ah Jiu anymore, and their eyes were full of horror.

Ah Jiu threw away thirty-three Bagen nobles in one go, leaving a white and chubby Bagen nobleman, and a large group of noble mothers-in-law and aristocratic cubs.

They were all hung from a pine tree with crooked necks, and they had given up resistance, and every time Ah Jiu grabbed their hair, some people had even unconsciously stuffed their unkempt heads into Ah Jiu's hands.

Ah Jiu threw away more than a dozen aristocratic mothers-in-law and aristocratic cubs, and then walked up to the white and chubby Bagen nobleman with a smile.

The man was already scared crazy.

He also slaughtered many people, including people from other tribes in the grassland, as well as two lowly Central Plains people, but when the grassland people slaughtered others, they would not be so cruel. He usually likes to cut through the mess with a quick knife, and with a quick hand, he pierces someone's throat with a spear, causing their eyes to bulge out, and they die after a few jumps.

The man was a madman, and he threw the Bagan off the cliff with an unchanging face, listening for a moment each time with a smirk, as if enjoying their last howl.

"Treasure, food, pick a few important things to talk about." Ah Jiu brought the white and chubby Bagen nobleman to the edge of the cliff and said lightly.

This was the first time Ah Jiu asked, and the Bagen man was still a little confused for a while, and he was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

"Tell me, I say!" The man shouted loudly, for fear that Ah Jiu would not hear him, so he threw him down in anger.

"The treasure of the Hazhnau Sea is on this Bagen Peak, and none of us know exactly where it is hidden, but there are two places that I have always suspected. One is a stone cave at the top of the peak, which is said to lead directly to the bottom of the water of Arizen Haizi. There is another place, that is, Arishan Haizi, we Bagan people have passed down from generation to generation, and that piece of water is inhabited by gods. But I just know that it is the great patriarchs of the past who are deceiving us......"

Also, he had a secret pact with the devil Agoura, who helped him expand his power, and Agora taught him a spell that would make him immortal. That's my biggest secret. Harinao Hai has to drink fresh human blood every day, and it is said that it is just to practice that bullshit spell......"

The white and chubby Bagan man crackled and confessed everything he knew, like pouring beans.

Ah Jiu stared at the man's eyes with a smile, and after a long time, as soon as he let go of his hand, the man fell straight down the cliff.

"Maniac...... Ah......h

When the wind blows, the terrible scream floats out far and wide, and it will give people goosebumps all over their bodies.