Chapter 300: The Valley of Death (2)

Mo Xiaosheng pushed open the door of the junior dead man next to him in order to borrow a fire item, and he was greeted not by the dead man in the house, but by a sharp short knife in the hand of the junior dead man that stabbed him in the chest.

"Don't get me wrong." Mo Xiaosheng turned sideways and let go of the short knife, turned over and jumped out, the attack range of the junior dead.

"I don't have anything to make a fire in my house, and I want to borrow one from you." He smiled and said what he meant.

Mo Xiaosheng's attack by the junior dead soldier was not taken seriously, Mo Xiaosheng instantly killed the blood wolf and blood tiger who challenged him, and killed two people in a row, which had already caused a lot of pressure on the other party.

What's more, Death Valley also has that nasty, murderous and terrifying rules. The junior dead soldier regarded Mo Xiaosheng as an opponent to challenge him, and it was reasonable to defend himself.

The junior dead man stood in the doorway, his right hand clenching the short knife, the green tendons on his forehead bursting out, and his eyes shot a murderous aura, and he was on full alert.

"Brother, don't get me wrong, I'm really here to borrow fire, and I have no malice." Mo Xiaosheng stretched out his arm and showed the other party that he was not carrying a weapon: "There is no guy in my house who makes a fire, just here to borrow a fire." ”

The junior dead man stared at Mo Xiaosheng nervously and cautiously, making sure that Mo Xiaosheng had no malicious intent. Then look at the Green Worm King and the Black Bolt King who walked out of the house, as well as another junior dead man.

The latter looked at him and Mo Xiaosheng indifferently, completely looking at the excitement.

The junior dead man retreated into the house, picked up a burning wooden stick from the fire, and threw it to Mo Xiaosheng. He closed the door and didn't say a word the whole time.

Mo Xiaosheng glanced at the three of them, did not speak again, returned to the room, lit the firewood in the house, filled the hanging pot with snow, hung it on the iron frame of the fire, sat in front of the fire to warm up, ate dried meat, and waited for the snow from the hanging pot to melt into water.

Winter nights are long, full of tension and fear, and dangerous nights can feel extraordinarily long.

Last night, he was in a high level of tension, he didn't sleep, and after another day's journey, Mo Xiaosheng was tired: "You must rest for a while, otherwise your physical strength will be overdrawn, which will cause you to lose concentration and cause trouble." ”

Sleeping is definitely dangerous, but not sleeping is even more dangerous. Two days and two nights without sleep will inevitably cause sluggishness and lack of concentration. In the midst of danger and surrounded by strong hands, once there is negligence, it will be attacked violently, and the consequences will be fatal.

Mo Xiaosheng checked the room again, and after being sure that there was no safety hazard, he tied the door to the door and took off his sheepskin coat. Place the dagger next to the pillow and close your eyes.

In his dream, Mo Xiaosheng dreamed of Ouyang Hongxue, Deng Houfang, and even dreamed of Golden Eye and Flying Eagle, as well as his comrades-in-arms who walked on the battlefield together.

But none of these people spoke to him, including Ouyang Hongxue and Deng Houfang, who just passed by him silently and walked into the distance.

Mo Xiaosheng wanted to catch them, but he couldn't reach out and wanted to shout at them, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

Annoyed and hateful, he gathered all the strength of his body, sat up suddenly, and roared, "Wait for me." ”

While he was glad to make a sound, he also woke up in a dream, shook his head, and said helplessly: "It turned out to be a dream." ”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, a little lost. It wasn't dawn yet, but Mo Xiaosheng was already sleepy.

He hid the dagger back in the cuff of his left arm, put on his sheepskin coat, and sat down by the fire, thinking about this strange dream.

Mo Xiaosheng's heart trembled slightly, he thought of Ouyang Hongxue, Deng Houfang, and his comrades in the martial arts team. But whether he can see them again, Mo Xiaosheng has no bottom in his heart.

What does Death Valley look like? He didn't know anything. However, one thing is certain, and that is that Death Valley is a place of murder, and everyone who is sent to Death Valley is in the middle of killing and being killed every day.

Do you really want to kill to save your life? Is it possible to use other methods to advance to the rank of the dead? Thinking of this, Mo Xiaosheng felt that his head was big, and he felt a faint pain.

"Fucking wake me up." The Green Worm King shouted loudly, interrupting Mo Xiaosheng's thoughts.

Mo Xiaosheng put on his coat and walked out of the door, and the other two junior dead soldiers were already standing in the snow in front of the grass hut, looking at Mo Xiaosheng nervously.

The Black Bolt King leaned against the door frame of his room, smiling playfully, as if waiting to see the Western view.

"Do you three want to make the cut again? If you have one, do it right away. Otherwise, there will be no chance to get out of here, and I hope you can seize the last chance. The Green Worm King said sharply.

Mo Xiaosheng put his hands in his cuffs, squinted at the Frog King, and said coldly, "What do you mean?" ”

The Green Worm King looked at Mo Xiaosheng and looked like he was ignoring it: "If you go forward for another twenty miles, you will enter the jurisdiction of the Valley of Death, and everything needs to be done according to the rules of the valley." ”

Although Mo Xiaosheng still didn't fully understand what the Green Worm King meant, he also seemed to understand something, that is, in the Valley of Death, it was not said that you could do it, but there were still some security measures for the dead.

"I don't want to make the cut just yet." He threw out a cold sentence and took a step back.

"I want to go back safely, too." A junior dead man also took a step back.

"Me too." The junior dead man next to Mo Xiaosheng sighed and shook his head.

"Are you two crazy, or are you stupid by the Blood Tiger? Blood Dragon, your means are definitely higher than those of the Blood Tiger. You are already a fourth-level dead soldier, and you are only one step away from an intermediate dead soldier, are you willing to give up this God-given opportunity? The Black Bolt King didn't understand the blood dragon next door to Mo Xiaosheng, and the playful smile disappeared, replaced by surprise.

"I'm not a blood tiger, Lao Tzu is a lone wolf." Mo Xiaosheng's eyes shot murderous: "I really want to play Lao Tzu with you, don't look for their bad luck." ”

To be honest, Mo Xiaosheng was not sure to win against the Black Bolt King. But he believed that he killed two people in a row, and the dagger in his hand was not revealed, and the Black Bolt King did not understand his strength, so he did not dare to make a move easily.

His words also have another purpose, which is to warn the other two junior killers that it is best not to think about it, Lao Tzu is not easy to mess with.

The development of things was the same as Mo Xiaosheng's tone. The Black Bolt roared and drew his hunting knife. But then he laughed: "Blood Tiger, my Black Bolt King is not scared, Lao Tzu has thirteen lives in his hands, you can't scare me." If it weren't for the fact that you weren't qualified to challenge me, Lao Tzu would have accepted you today. ”

"Thirteen lives are a good thing? Lao Tzu killed not a hundred but eighty little devils, do you think I am scaring you? Mo Xiaosheng's whole body suddenly exuded a thick murderous aura, and his eyes were like two sharp swords, stabbing at the Black Bolt King.

"You remember to Lao Tzu, I am a lone wolf Mo Xiaosheng, next time I shout wrong, I will turn you into a headless blood bat."

The Black Bat King had a cold war, he didn't know how many little devils Mo Xiaosheng had killed, but he could feel the fierce murderous aura emitted by Mo Xiaosheng clearly. The condensation and formation of this murderous aura was obtained with countless lives, and this could not be clearer to the Black Bolt King.

"You--" The Black Bolt King roared, but in a loud voice, just putting on a façade.

"Okay, don't make any noise, if you don't want to advance, we'll leave right away." The Frog King roared.

The Black Bat King snorted lightly, and then roared: "Since you don't want to advance, be honest with Lao Tzu on the way, whoever dares to act rashly, Lao Tzu and the Green Worm King will partner to kill him." ”

He glared at Mo Xiaosheng viciously, turned around and took the lead towards the Valley of Death.

The Green Worm King looked at Mo Xiaosheng and the other two junior dead soldiers, and said softly, "Let's go." ”

Five people lined up along the rugged mountain road. The Black Bolt King is in front, and the Green Worm King is behind. Mo Xiaosheng walked in the middle, with a junior dead soldier called Blood Dragon in front of him, and a junior dead soldier called Blood Leopard behind him.

None of the five people said a word, marching silently, still leaving a long distance between people, and maintaining a high degree of vigilance between each other.

At noon, the group entered a valley. The valley was deserted, and if it weren't for the houses built in the valley and smoke rising from the chimneys on the roof of a larger building, no one would have guessed that there were a group of people living here.

"This is Death Valley?" Mo Xiaosheng asked softly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"And the place where you are buried." The Black Bolt King said coldly.

"Do you have relatives here?" Mo Xiaosheng smiled and replied-for-tat: "When I bury you, I will have to pay for labor services." ”

"Kindly, when you advance to the rank of high-level dead soldier, I will tell you what is called the price of arrogance." The Black Bolt King's face was blue, and his body was full of murderous aura.

"You'll wait until that day." Mo Xiaosheng didn't care, smiling.

"What's the use of bickering?" The Green Worm King said coldly. He turned around and said, "Blood Dragon, Blood Leopard, go back, Blood Tiger—oh no, lone wolf, you come with us." ”

"Where to go?" Mo Xiaosheng felt a sense of oppression.

"I'll go to the dead and go through the formalities for you." The Green Worm King didn't look back, and walked side by side with the Black Bat King.

Mo Xiaosheng followed behind the Green Worm King and the Black Bat King, observing as he walked.

Death Valley has a unique structure, with steep cliffs on one side and gentler slopes on the other. On the hillside is a row of tall and majestic stone houses, with more than a dozen rooms.

On the edge of the cliff opposite the hillside is a row of low stone houses, more than 80 rooms. In front of each stone house are sandbags and wooden stakes for exercises.

Ten meters away from the stone house, there is a super large square, covering an area of more than ten acres.

The square is built with a one-meter-high, ten-by-ten meter platform. Several wooden poles were erected on the edge of the platform, and four ropes were tied to the wooden poles to enclose the platform.

There are six such platforms, which are divided into two rows in front and back, with a distance of about twenty meters.

"What are these platforms for?" When passing by the platform, Mo Xiaosheng asked curiously.

The Frog King smiled slightly: "You'll know when the time comes." ”

The Black Bolt King also laughed, and the smile was very weird: "For killing, don't you see the blood stains on it?" ”

Mo Xiaosheng felt a chill in his back, and the platform that was swept without snow was indeed stained with blood, which was shocking.