Chen Ergou held Xu Goudan and Wang Huan with one hand, gritted his teeth and grabbed the vine rope with one hand, letting the rough vines cut his right hand into a blur of flesh and blood, still holding on to it firmly without saying a word, and quickly sliding down the cliff with the weight of the three of them.

In an instant, the three of them had slid halfway up the mountain, but they could hear several screams from below, Chen Ergou was shocked, his hands were tight, his right hand was strained violently, and the fall of the three of them stopped in vain, hanging in mid-air.

The three of them looked down together, only to see that not far below, the rattan rope was simplified into one because of the urgency of time, and the rope that was originally made of three vines was simplified into one, and it really couldn't bear the weight of the three little monks who had gone down, and it was broken into two from the middle, and the three monks who slid down first fell from a height of nearly 20 meters and fell into the woods and disappeared.

The three of them were all broken, Chen Ergou endured the severe pain in his hands, looked left and right, and saw that on the stone wall two steps away from him, there was a relatively wide protrusion, which could barely allow the three of them to settle down, and hurriedly said: "It's not a way for us to hang here, hurry up, stand on that stone, and then make a plan." ”

Wang Huan and Xu Goudan also saw the protrusion in accordance with the sound, and immediately shook their bodies, swung a few times, and the three of them swayed together and fell to the stone, and then leaned against the mountain wall to stabilize their figures.

Chen Ergou breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately let go of the bloodstained rattan rope, his hand had been strangled with several deep wounds, the flesh and blood were blurred, and he could no longer grasp the rattan rope, but Wang Huan was quick at this time, and reached out to grab the rattan rope that Chen Ergou had loosened, and held it in his hand.

Before he could catch his breath, he heard the screams above his head, and several figures fell from above, and the three of them looked at it, and the people who fell were all a few little monks who had just stepped forward and volunteered to be behind the palace.

The corpses that fell, a few people were still separated, the head and the torso fell separately, the mountain wind passed down a sinister smile on the top of the mountain, obviously, those little monks had been poisoned, and were abused and killed by the Qing soldiers.

The body of the fireworker monk Hu Dahai fell last, and he was slashed diagonally in the chest, opening a huge wound from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, almost splitting him in half. When he fell sharply from the cliff, he passed in front of Wang Huan's eyes, and Wang Huan clearly saw his eyes, still angry and round, looking at himself without looking at himself.

Watching his body fall from his eyes and fall into the jungle under the mountain, Wang Huan only felt that he was hot, the blood all over his body was surging and rolling, his eyes were cracked, he held the thick three-strand rattan rope with both hands, almost broke it alive, his teeth clenched and bled out, his heart burned like a flame, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Xu Goudan said softly in his ear: "Wang Huan, we must avenge their revenge!" ”

Wang Huanqiang held back the tears in his eyes, nodded heavily, and didn't dare to speak, for fear that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would cry bitterly, but as soon as his eyes were closed, the rolling tears flowed smoothly along the corners of his eyes.

At the top of the mountain, Souler had already climbed up, he looked at the empty stone mountain, and asked gloomily, "What about people?" ”

Looking left and right, they all looked at the first to climb up on the body of Bashiku, a thick red mark on Bashiku's face, obviously by some strip of something fiercely struck, leaving scars, he saw that everyone was looking at him, and hurriedly distinguished: "My lord, there are no Southern Barbarian generals on the top of the mountain, only a few little monks, they dare to resist with branches, and I have slaughtered them one by one and thrown down the mountain." ”

Between the words, Bashiku didn't think so, those monks are not generals, they will be killed if they are killed, what's the matter? It's a big deal, it's not a military feat, but I can't help but breathe this breath, especially the tallest little monk, who dared to use a branch to slap his face while he was unprepared, and even the helmet was removed, how could he bear it? A slash is considered cheap for him.

Su Le didn't look at it, walked quickly to the edge of the cliff, looked down, only to see the wind blowing the shadow of the trees in the mountains, and the wall below stood thousands of feet, slashing and axe-like vertical, not to mention the human figure, not even a monkey was missing.

This stone mountain is big and small, the protrusion of Wang Huan and the three of them is not wide, looking down from the top of the mountain, you have to lean out most of your body to see, Su Le only glanced at it, it was impossible to see.

Sule's face was gloomy, and when he saw the rattan rope tied to the boulder, he felt even more annoyed, drew his knife, cut it with a knife, and then drew his scabbard again, and walked to Bashiku, who was still looking around blankly, and struck the scabbard at him in the head.

"Live, live! Ben will tell you to keep a living, are you a fool to be a deaf ear? The roarer of Sule, with a deafening voice, echoed through the valley, accompanied by the screams of Bashku, and did not stop for a long time.

The rattan rope cut by Su Le fell from the top of the mountain, because it was grabbed by Wang Huan, it fell into his hands, Wang Huan took back the rattan rope little by little, coiled it in his hand, and then tore off a piece of his shirt and bandaged Chen Ergou's right hand properly.

The hustle and bustle on the top of the mountain continued, obviously Su Le's anger did not subside, and he rolled Na Bashiku all over the ground, Fu Quan and the others did not dare to come out, and waited until Su Le's anger was almost vented, and then they knelt down together to plead for mercy, and saved Bashiku with a blue nose and swollen face, and then left with Su Le, and the whole stone mountain finally calmed down.

Wang Huan and the three of them still didn't dare to move, after waiting for half an hour, after listening carefully, they made sure that the Qing soldiers on their heads were gone, Wang Huan tied the rattan rope in his hand to the stone in his body again, led Xu Goudan and Chen Ergou, and slowly slid to the ground, from here to the bottom of the valley, it was less than thirty meters high, and the length of the vine was enough.

Below is a forest, the trees are tall and dense, the canopy is pavilion, the branches and leaves are dense, and there are bushes on the ground, the three of them ran between the woods to find half a sound, only found some stumps and severed hands, and even a corpse did not find a corpse, which shows the tragic death of other little monks.

Soon, the sky was dark, the sky was covered with black clouds, rolling and spreading, a heavy rain was coming, the three of them had no choice but to find the stump they found, found a glade, dug the pit with their hands, buried it hastily, and used thick branches as a mark, as a landmark to find in the future.

The three of them stood in front of the mound of mounds, silent, Xu Goudan was sobbing softly, Chen Ergou was full of indignation, and Wang Huan looked at the mound in a daze.

After a long time, with a long sigh in his mouth, Wang Huan closed his eyes and said sadly: "I hurt them, if they don't follow me on this road, they won't die, they can still live well." ”

Chen Ergou's body shook, looked over puzzled, and frowned: "What are you talking about?" You can't be blamed for this, if we didn't leave Yangzhou, we would have died in the firewood room a long time ago, where can we still live to this day? ”

Wang Huan shook his head: "You don't understand, it was I who changed their fate." He knew in his heart that the butterfly effect of the traverser had been clearly reflected in the bodies of this group of little monks, and even if they were bound to die, they should not die here.

Chen Ergou was even more puzzled, looking at Wang Huan who didn't understand the meaning of his words, Xu Goudan said with tears: "When I was a child, I heard my father and mother say that fate is predestined, it is set by the gods, and people can't change it." Wang Huan, you can't change it. ”

Wang Huan smiled bitterly: "Immortals? If only there were immortals, it would be peace in the world. ”

Chen Ergou shouted: "What are you talking about, what's the use?" I heard General Li say before, in this world, it is useless to ask for God, it is useless to ask for officials, it is useless to ask for others, only your own fists are useful, if you want not to be bullied, only if you are strong, can you change your fate, Wang Huan, have you forgotten? ”

Wang Huan wiped the corners of his eyes, wiped away the remaining tears, patted Chen Ergou's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "I dare not forget, I have never forgotten, the words of General Li are still in my ears, how can I forget?" It's just a matter of what I just felt. ”

He pulled up Xu Goudan and said, "We will come back here, and when the time is right, we will come back to rebuild the tomb for them and build a monument." Now, let's go! ”

There was a thunderclap in the air, rushing through, a thunderbolt cut through the inky night sky, tore through the layers of black clouds, and the raindrops the size of beans fell, and the downpour covered the heavens and the earth, drowning the three figures standing side by side in the woods in the water curtain.

The rain was heavy, the wind was strong, and the figures were very bleak.