Ling Fu took the lead up the hill.

I saw more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. Each of them had a finger-thick iron chain wrapped around his arm, and the other end of the chain was connected by three iron hooks in turn, and the tips of the hooks had barbs, and if they touched a person, they would have to cut off their flesh if they didn't die.

Chang Qianfo and Li Xiaoxiao also followed.

Anthiru's well-informed blurted out, "Thirteen Ghosts of the Netherworld! ”

The Thirteen Ghosts of the Netherworld are a notorious gang of killers on the rivers and lakes, killing people like hemp and using extremely cruel methods.

The thirteen members of the gang never act separately, they go in and out together, every time there is a task, they come out of the nest, surround and work, and the thirteen iron chains are sent together, like a ghost asking for their lives, and few people can escape. Hence the name of the Thirteen Ghosts.

Chang odd counted, exactly thirteen, and was surprised: "Tiru, it's really good!" ”

Ling Fu got off the horse to inspect the corpse, only to see that except for the one on the far side who had a knife wound in the back and one person who was stabbed in the waist, the bodies of the other eleven ghosts were intact.

Among them, there is a blood hole in the throat of the nine ghosts, which should be caused by a hidden weapon such as an iron dart. The other four ghosts had sword marks on their necks, and the wounds were as thin as hair, and they didn't even have time to ooze blood, which showed how fast the swordsmanship of the person who used the sword was.

Zhao Ping said: "I don't know who the Thirteen Ghosts of the Netherworld are going to kill this time, such a good skill!" ”

Ling Fu said, "It's Miss Four." ”

Three kinds of weapons, a sword, a knife and a dart. Those who use swords and hidden weapons are all good hands who can't count a few with their fingers, who else can there be besides Mu Dianke and Xu Younan?

Xu Younan is scheming, but his martial arts are inferior to Mu Dian.

Of the thirteen people killed, nine died from the plum dart, and only four died under Mu Dianke's sword.

Judging from the distribution of the number of people, it is obvious that this battle is in a very disadvantageous situation. In addition to the fact that she was seriously injured after the battle with Li Mubai, the more reason is probably because the thirteen ghosts are simply going for her.

When it came to the sweetheart of the son, Zhao Ping closed his mouth in amusement.

Chang Qidao looked at the thin line on the necks of the four ghosts of the Netherworld, remembering that he was not afraid of death yesterday and lifted Mu Dianke's veil twice, and then he was afraid to come up, holding Ling Fu's arm and coquettishly: "Uncle Ling, fortunately, your cup was thrown quickly...... From now on, you will be my uncle, no, you will be my father. ”

Li Xiaoxiao "snorted": "It's useless!" ”

Chang Qi smiled at Li and stuck out his tongue: "You have a talent, you have the ability, you don't hide if you encounter it." ”

"If you don't hide, you won't hide, whoever hides will be bad."

The two bickered, and the noisy diverted the topic. Ling Fu said: "Let's go, we have to rush to the sacrificial wine slope to stay before dark." ”

The group got on their horses and hurried away.

Chang Qianfo couldn't help but glance at the chains in the hands of the ghost who was killed by Mu Dianke's sword, there were only two hooks hanging on the chains that were supposed to have three iron hooks, and there was only a smooth cut mark left where the third hook should have been hung. The color on the chain is faint, as if it is bloodstained.

The group hurried up, and at dusk they arrived at the sacrificial wine slope thirty miles ahead.

Speaking of sacrificial wine slope, the name also has a history.

When Jin Zhenyue was still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, he rode here, drank some wine, and was there

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Fell asleep in the tree. As a result, two fierce tigers came out of nowhere, and they killed and injured a group of peasants who drove ox carts into the city to sell grain.

Jin Zhenyue was woken up in his sleep, and when he looked down, the tiger was hurting people, and he was furious, so he immediately jumped off the tree with a knife, and solved the two tigers with a few knives. But he called the tiger and bit his thigh.

The peasants set up a car to take Jin Zhenyue to their home, and they entertained him, and Jin Zhenyue recuperated from his injuries at the farmer's house for half a month before leaving.

When the Jin family was destroyed, most of those peasants were already in their old age, and they still remembered the kindness of those years, and after hearing the news, they felt that the hillside where they were rescued was sprinkled with wine and worshipped.

After the death of the old man, the children and grandchildren also remember the ancestral teachings, and come here every year to look north and bow to the benefactor. Hence the name of the sacrificial wine slope.

This place was originally a barren place, because of the wine slope famous, someone opened an inn here, a three-storey high, as a wilderness road inn, has been quite large.

The ground floor of the inn is a canteen, and the dishes are the same color of wild vegetables and game, which is different from the various dishes carefully cooked in Chongde Hall.

Li Xiaoxiao and Zhao Ping ate very deliciously.

Chang Qianfo didn't have much appetite, so he inadvertently looked up and saw the innkeeper going upstairs with a bowl of soup and medicine.

He dealt with medicinal herbs when he was a child, and as soon as he smelled the smell, he knew what was used to fry it, and it was not a serious prescription, but Houttuynia cordata, spring blood Teng, rhododendron leaves and other things that stop bleeding and reduce swelling were mixed together and boiled.

Turning around, he asked the boss who was dialing the abacus on the counter behind him, "Do you still have a special doctor in your store?" ”

The boss is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a big belly and a round belly, who looks cute and cute. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what Chang Qianfo said, he couldn't help laughing: "The guest officer is really good at telling jokes." In this place, there is no medicine shop in the wilderness, and even if you hire a doctor, you can't see a doctor. ”

The boss probably also smelled the medicine, glanced at the staircase, and said, "You said that medicine." It was asked for by a girl in the east wing upstairs. The girl came yesterday, and was supposed to leave today, but she came early in the morning to renew the house, and went to the forest in front to pick a bunch of herbs, and came back, and sat at the door and mashed them, scooped them up, and put them on her wrists. Tsk, don't you see her arm, it's swollen like a mallet, and the flesh is turning out. The little girl looked at the young one, but she was so patient that she didn't say a word. My mother-in-law looked at her hand and was so frightened that her legs trembled, and the little girl picked up the remaining herbs as if nothing happened, and told her to take them and boil them...... Tsk, I've lived so old, and it's the first time I've seen such a pain-bearing little girl. ”

Chang Qianfo heard the shopkeeper say, "The ...... who came yesterday The flesh has been turned out", his heart was raised, and he was afraid of interrupting him to miss something, so it was easy to reach the shopkeeper After speaking, he asked, "What weapon caused the wound?" ”

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "The guest officer has promoted me, I am a person who can't even hold a kitchen knife, where do I know what weapons." But I look at the wound—" The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth twitched, and he said with a palpitation, "It doesn't look like a sword, but like a hook cut out—"

Before the words fell, Chang Qianfo stood up suddenly. The shopkeeper was taken aback: "Guest officer, ...... are you?"

Chang Qianfo rushed to the staircase in three or two steps, and met a person who came downstairs leisurely.

The man was dressed in a gray robe, and he looked no more than thirty years old, but the accumulation in his eyes showed that this person was not young. Holding on to the railing, the sleeves of the robe are swinging, and there is a calmness in the elegance of reading the vicissitudes of the scriptures.

Isn't Xu Younan who is?