Three gray figures fell.

Three crashing sounds followed.

The sound swept away all the illusions in front of Shi Wuwei's eyes, and let his consciousness return to reality.

He saw the scholar's corpse and fell crookedly in the ravine. I also saw the corpses on the walls on both sides, which were buried in the dirt, revealing only a small section of white bones.

He knew that it would not be long before the bodies of these three men, like all the bones under the dirt, would stink and decay until they turned into white bones.

But he didn't know if he could continue to live with peace of mind on the edge of this sea of corpses and blood.

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He leaped out of the ravine and stood on the ground again.

The woodcutter Lao Li and the bald old Wang have already left.

And in front of him, only the long-bearded old beard who was moody was left.

His brow was no longer tight, and there was only a deep sense of weakness on his face.

Like a lonely ghost, he walked up to Lao Hu, shrugged his shoulders, and spoke weakly.

"Why....do you have to kill so many people...".

Lao Hu just glanced at him.

Then, he said without changing his face.

"During the Hongwu period, there were 2,500 people in this village. Today, there are still only 2,500 people here."

Although there was no expression on his face, there was not the slightest emotion in his tone.

But his eyes are shining.

He didn't make it clear.

He hoped that the young man would understand the meaning of his words.

Shi Wuwei heard this, and his eyes widened slightly.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the bone-filled underground passage.

He understood the meaning of the other party's words.

I also know that the original 2,500 people in the village should have turned into white bones and been buried under this ground forever.

He slowly raised his head, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and spoke.

"Didn't the people of the household department find out?"

Lao Hu still looked at the young man calmly and said calmly.

"When Taizu and His Majesty were in power, they did not record too much about the villagers in this place, only the number of people."

Shi Wuwei opened his eyes, followed the other party's words, and said.

"So, even if the Yan thief ascends the throne and asks the people of the household department to re-investigate, they will only find these people on the record, right?"

Lao Hu nodded and did not speak.

This village hidden in the mountains only existed after the founding of Taizu.

Its purpose is to cooperate with the secret passage in the palace, so that the descendants of the royal family who fled in distress have a place to settle down.

This is indeed a story that will make people listen to it and will be creepy.

But the royal battle, the change of dynasty, which one is not the story of the remnants of the people, the bones are in ruins, and the blood is flowing like a river.

He just hopes that this young man can understand that such a road, for everyone here, is not easy.

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Before you know it, the sky is getting darker.

And next to this deep ditch, the figure of the long-bearded old beard has disappeared.

Leaving Shi Wuwei alone, standing alone on the side of the deep ditch.

He didn't move, and kept doing so, standing still for a long time.

He didn't look down at the bones in the deep ditch.

for he was guilty of guilt.

With a casual sword, the woodcutter cut out thousands of white bones.

This is enough to show that there are definitely more dead people buried under his feet.

And such a news is too cruel for him.

It's reasonable, and in every way, it's too cruel.

Could it be that the road he wants to take must be covered with white bones and rivers of blood?

Will more people have to die in the days to come?

In his heart, he interrogated himself repeatedly.

Perhaps, what he saw and heard tonight had already given him an answer.

Just such an answer will be a fatal blow to him.

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Gradually, in the moonlight, he raised his head and looked from the small cabin in front of him, along the mountain behind him, to the top of the low mountain.

He saw a white figure by the fence on the low hill, quietly watching him.

He also knew that the other party had been watching him from the beginning.

In fact, the two have only been separated for a few days.

But he found that the difference between these days was like a thousand years of time.

Moreover, he didn't know how many more nights he had survived, and he didn't know if he would be able to survive.

In fact, with his cultivation, it doesn't take a moment to easily reach the top and embrace people.

But he couldn't.

Because once he climbed the hill, there would be countless figures around him to stop him from ascending the mountain.

In fact, he couldn't do that.

Because between him and his junior sister, although there is no barrier to prevent them from meeting, the courtesy of the minister is like a tall city wall, invisibly, stretching the distance between the two very far.

From the moment they entered the village.

If he does nothing, he will no longer be Mu Yiyi's senior brother.

He is a subordinate, but the other party is a king.

Monarchs and ministers, fathers and sons, thousand-year-old gifts, cannot be transgressed.

And under this moonlight, two people who once relied on each other.

Just like that, one stood on the top of the mountain, and the other stood at the bottom of the mountain.

The two looked at each other from a distance, but in their minds they were recalling each other's memories.

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Time passed, like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, it was the second day.

The scorching sun has been on three poles.

The dazzling sunlight shone through the hole in the wooden wall and on Shi Wuwei's closed eyelids.

His eyes twitched slightly, and then he opened suddenly.

In my eyes, the pile of thatch on the roof.

All around, there are still simple and empty firewood houses.

He sat up, put his hands on his head, and shook it.

What happened last night made him think about it for a while.

Even if he fell asleep later, he still couldn't dispel the uneasy emotions in his mind.

So he got up and walked to the old wooden door.

However, the moment he pushed open the wooden door, the scene in front of him made him feel deeply shocked.

Last night, the deep ditch cut by the woodcutter was filled in by all the people.

Not only that, but all traces of what happened last night have been erased.

The clearing was still the same clearing, and there was not the slightest sign of it being turned.

He was puzzled and puzzled.

He didn't know what kind of method the people here used to hide the color of the new soil.

He knew very well that if the soil was turned and mulched, the color of the soil on the top would be significantly different from the surrounding soil.

But not here, as if last night's events had never happened.

He walked slowly out the door.

Came to the sun and stood on this land.

It's just that every time he takes a step, every time his feet step on the ground under his feet, he seems a little vague and a little uneasy.

He knew what happened last night, it wasn't a hallucination, and he knew that there were thousands of corpses buried beneath the clearing.

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