Chapter 11 The Altar of the River

It all seems to have been recognized.

In the night, with the sound of rain, thunder, hooks breaking the air, and fire, the black shadow slid down the hill and fell at the foot of the mountain, and there was also a figure at the foot of the mountain.

He leaned back against the hillside and hung limply on the path at the foot of the mountain, and when he looked closer, he saw that it was a man of eagles with a rickety costume and a feather on his head.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Wolf, leave me alone, go and save the young master."

If I'm not mistaken, this should have been three years ago, but to make sure again.

"By the way, how many years is it now?"

The masked faces of the eagles must have had a painful and confused expression.

"What stupid things are you talking about, isn't it the seventeenth year of Wei Ming?"

Well, it was three years ago.

"What the hell is going on?"

"cough~cough~"

Then there was a crooked neck, whether he was angry with this fool or was he too badly injured and died of liver fire,

We don't know exactly what kind of death it was, but what we can be sure of is that the current memory is in the Hirata Incident three years ago, and it was also the time when Madame Butterfly, the hero of the reeded thief country, rebelled.

All this is certainly not as simple as it seems, I was transferred away from the prince's side, and then there was no guard in the Hirata Mansion, and the Hirata family in the empty city was attacked by bandits.

It's all too much of a coincidence, it's all like a plot against someone, but this time I can take a closer look.

There are still that number of enemies on the bridge, and I don't have time to rush this time, so I can prepare first this time.

Something is wrong, here is why the world of memories created by the Buddha statue gives me such a real feeling,

It's like I'm back to three years ago, and the sense of substitution is so strong.

It was as if there was a mysterious force guiding me, and my intuition told me that I might find something this time.

I was at the foot of the mountain on this side, and in front of me was the long bridge across the river, and there was no obvious ground connection between this mountain and the bridge, so naturally I came to the bridge in the old way.

The long span of the bridge, combined with the fog and night on the river, makes it difficult to see what will be hidden in the shadows.

The layout of the enemy was to send one bandit to guard the bridge near the mountain, and one to the other end, and two people in the center to patrol in a staggered manner, each with a torch,

If the torch is extinguished, it means that there is an enemy, which is really a good choice, and if it is the same as usual, it is natural that there should be a bandit and three wolves at the gate of the bridge head of the distant mountain.

The ninja hiding in the night and mist appeared behind the enemy like a ghost, covering the mouth and nose of the enemy with one hand, and slashing the carotid artery with the blade that reflected the cold light of the night.

The splash of blood was as natural as the mist on his face that condensed into dew, and he put down the bandit who had cut his throat, and he himself held a torch and stepped on the same steps as the bandit at the head of the bridge.

The bandit at the head of the bridge near the mountain only looked ahead, never noticing that his back had long since been handed over to his teammates but the approaching Grim Reaper.

The bandit found that the fire here was getting brighter and brighter, and when he looked back, he saw a strange face stained with blood blocking his vision.

The bloody blade pierced his heart and lungs, and before he could scream, his eyes glared at the ground and died, and several copper coins were snatched from the bandit's body.

The bridgehead was full of wooden barrels and other miscellaneous items, and the valuable things were probably just a few bottles of oil.

When the time is about right, it's time to go back and kill another patrolling bandit.

Solved the five thieves and three wolves at the bridge in the outer courtyard of the mansion, and it can be regarded as a lot of gains, dozens of copper coins and four bottles of oil,

The ground next to the outside gate is quite wide, and the possibility of other people cannot be ruled out.

From the current point of view, there are only two ways to go back, one is the ghost Buddha on the mountain, and the other is the Buddha sculpture that was also brought into the memory, but I haven't tried to return to the Buddha, so it seems that it is really not cautious enough.

Let's clean up the outfield along the way.

To the left of the bridge is an uneven dirt slope, but to the left of the dirt slope is a large open space with a flat slope, of course, a few large rocks and other gravel occasionally, and many dilapidated fishing boats docked on the shore.

There's a bandit grilling fish, and he's followed by a wolf.

They only have prey in their eyes, and they have never paid attention to the surrounding environment, and they have never thought that they are still alive but their lives are indeed controlled by others, and the situation of hunters and prey is changing rapidly.

The sudden pottery shard smashed the head of the wolf lying next to the fire, and since it could lie next to a human, it seems that it should be a wolfdog.

The bandit has been shocked, but he can't get up and resume his actions after sitting for a long time, how can a person's head be compared with a pottery shard,

After all, people have pain but pottery shards don't, and the bandits who were hurt hugged their heads and shouted, so the harsh music really should be stopped.

Hiss~

Like the sound of a balloon bursting, and then the sound of a balloon leaking, the world has returned to the silence of the night.

Although it is very similar to the scene of three years ago, it is still different after all, although the fog and night block the view, but as a ninja, if you can't have a sharp sense of observation, what is the difference between it and a blind cat.

The abrupt blue-purple jar on the small beach in the middle of the river had never been seen before.

Ninjas naturally have to be able to fly the eaves and walk the wall for thousands of miles, to be able to go up the knife mountain, to go down to the sea of fire, why is it difficult to cross the river. Before he reached the altar, he smelled the eyes of men.

"Guest, guest, I'm here!"

The shouting of swimming to the beach was not broken, but it seemed to sense the sound of my approach.

"Does the guest need anything? I have a lot of treasures here. ”

"What do you have?"

"I have martial arts cheats here, God Devouring Pill, crooked mouth gourd seeds, dragon tear crystal ......"

"What is the Dragon Tear Crystal?"

"Oh~

It's really strange that the guests obviously have the power of the dragon yin on their bodies, but they don't know what the dragon tear crystal is. ”

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, answer my questions honestly."

With that, I drew my knife and slashed at the jar, but of course this was just a conjecture of mine.

"It hurts, it hurts~~~ Don't do it, don't do it."

"Just answer the questions honestly."

"Honestly, I still really envy the guests!"

The dull voice that came from the jar exuded the slightest hint of undemonstrative envy, a kind of envy that had a feeling of envy to the point of madness.

"Have you ever died, guest?"

The moment I asked this question, I felt that the air was frozen, as if this question touched some sensitive nerve, and the other end of the nerve was connected to an unknowable mysterious force.

The tremendous coercion of the unknown force has destroyed the sound of the whole world,

Only the moonlight, the arc of electricity in the sky, the falling raindrops, and the ripples on the river remain.

"Yes."

"Then guest, why are you still able to talk to me now?"

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