The corpse of the mountain giant lay in the stone forest seventy miles northwest of Quicksand City, the huge body was like a small mountain, the palm-sized blood spots on the body were all shattered, several vultures stood on it pecking at their favorite parts, and on the ground around the corpse, there was a large area of black blood, which looked like a deep blood lake from a distance.

The severed limbs of the dead wolf demons are gone, and as one of the largest groups of demon clans, wolf demons have their own unique way of disposing of the corpses of their kind, and they hate waste.

The dazzling sunlight shone on the corpse of the mountain giant through the cracks in the stone forest, and a gust of wind blew, and a large black shadow suddenly appeared on the blood lake, and the black shadow became larger and larger, covering the surface of the lake with a radius of more than three meters. At this time, beside the mountain giants, there were already fourteen or fifteen cavalrymen wearing tawny cloaks, all of whom covered their faces with red cloths, and rode two-horned black rhinos that were not common in the Great Xia Kingdom, this kind of black rhinoceros was extremely aggressive, and the speed of short-range charges even exceeded that of ordinary war horses, and their endurance was extremely strong, and they were not easy to tame.

The vultures on the mountain giants hurriedly grabbed a few pieces of minced flesh, flapped their wings and flew to a boulder not far away, and some of them did not have time to pick up the pieces of meat, and began to tear and rob their companions, and for a while, the hoarse and mournful cries rang out, adding a chill to the silent desert.

The leader of the cavalry lifted the red cloth from his face, revealing a hideous face, a dark blue scar extending from his cheek to near the Adam's apple. He jumped off the two-horned black rhino, gestured, and walked to the mountain giant and stopped.

Seeing the gesture of the scar-faced man, several of the cavalry pulled the reins and silently dispersed in all directions.

Scarface circled around the corpse of the Mountain Giant, examining the wounds on his body, then dipping his fingers into the blood spots and putting some black blood under his nose to smell them, and finally his eyes fell on the armor-piercing arrow in his throat.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the Scarface man tore off a strip of cloth from his body, squatted down to wrap the shaft of the arrow, and slowly pulled it out, and the black blood remaining on the arrow fell to the ground along the sharp arrowhead.

Scarface examined the armor-piercing arrows closely, but didn't see anything remarkable, so he wiped the black blood off the strip of cloth and put it in his arms.

Standing up slowly, looking at the boundless desert in the distance, Scarface's fierce eyes suddenly had a trace of tiredness.

Soon, several of the scattered cavalry returned, javascript: shaking their heads at Scarface, indicating that nothing had been found.

The Scarface Man was silent for a moment, and just as he was about to leave, he turned back and squatted down, slowly closing the mountain giant's round thick eyelids, and then turned over the two-horned black rhino, and the group of people rushed towards the way they came.

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Chen lame woke up from a coma, and the pain in the back of his thigh poured into his mind like a turbulent ocean wave the moment he woke up, and he screamed in pain and inhaled several breaths of cold air in a row.

After a long while, accustomed to the pain, Chen Cripple began to look at his surroundings.

The place was surrounded by mossy stone walls, a cold, narrow iron window stretched across the sky overhead, and the air smelled damp and moldy. A cool breeze blew from nowhere, causing goosebumps on Chen's crippled body, and only then did he realize that he was naked, his limbs were chained and tied to a cross-shaped iron frame.

"This is a cell for death row inmates. ”

Chen Cripple quickly made a judgment about the stone house he was in.

He had been here three months earlier, when he was tied to an iron frame by a murderous horse thief leader in the desert, and with him Ye Haotian and Liu Datou, he did not expect that after less than 100 days, he would fall into the same situation as a prisoner on death row.

The walls and the ceiling above his head continued to have cold water droplets sliding down, and through the faint light that came in through the iron windows, Chen Cripple saw the moss on the walls and the mottled blood stains thicker than the moss, and his heart couldn't help but twitch, everything that happened last night resurfaced in his mind. At this moment, a slight sharp thud came into his ears from behind, and he hurriedly turned his head, only to find that his neck was actually wrapped around an iron ring, firmly fixed to the iron frame, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not see the scene behind him.

"Who!"

Chen Cripple screamed in surprise, as a demon of the demon clan known for his insidious cunning, what he was most afraid of was that someone was standing behind him, especially at this moment, in this damp, cold and dim stone prison, even the slightest sound would make him feel a chill.

No one replied.

The faint sound was intermittent, like the fangs of a wild dog gnawing at a bone, and like the sharp claws of a mouse scratching at a stone wall, the more Chen lame listened, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but scream after not getting a response to even ask a few times.

"Speak, who the hell are you!"

Chen's lame voice echoed in the empty stone prison, and when he shouted the seventeenth sound, the voice behind him suddenly disappeared, replaced by a low, clumsy roar, and the heavy iron door in front of him slowly opened, revealing a slightly thin and slender figure in a dim light.

"Ye Haotian!"

Chen Cripple shouted hoarsely.

Ye Haotian stood in front of the cell door, he didn't make a sound, he glanced at Chen Cripple and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on a dark corner in the innermost part of the cell, and a smile appeared on his face.

Chen Cripple's eyes had been following Ye Haotian's gaze, and when he found him smiling in the direction behind him that had just been speaking, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

"Me, what's behind me!"

A chill came out of Chen's cripple behind him.

"Nothing, alone. ”

Ye Haotian walked in as he spoke, and the heavy cell door slowly closed behind him, blocking the dim light that he had just squeezed in again.

"People?"

Chen Cripple secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that Ye Haotian who came over was about to say something, but found that he directly bypassed him and walked behind the iron frame.

"Hello, Uncle Seven. ”

Ye Haotian said in a respectful tone.

"Ye Haotian?"

Chen Cripple finally heard another person's voice, it was an old man's voice, old and hoarse, full of vicissitudes, it seemed to be a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Do you remember me?"

"Of course, I'm not old yet. The old man said slowly: "So, Xu Heihu invited me, was it your idea?"

"Exactly. ”

"What are you doing with me, a bad old man who is half in the loess?"

"Same as last time, listen to the story. ”

Chen Cripple was a little stunned, he pricked up his ears and listened quietly, trying to identify his identity from the old man's voice, but finally found no answer.

"Oh?" the old man seemed to pause, "only to listen to stories?"

"Yes, just the story. ”

"Are you sure?"

"That's enough. ”

"Good...... "The old man seemed a little disappointed, "So, which paragraph do you want to hear this time?"

"Your past. ”

Ye Haotian said without thinking about it.