I sat on the ground panting and clutching my injured leg, watching the group of white-robed slaves who had been as docile as jade rabbits an hour ago and looked like fierce ghosts and wolves hammering the heads of the evil spirits with sticks, no, I can no longer call the pile of minced meat on my neck "heads", the scene in front of me is easily associated with my mother chopping dumpling stuffing in the kitchen, except that the old lady uses kitchen knives, and the white-robed slaves use everything, including teeth.

The bald man was not idle, and after a while ran to the left of the whipping team and shouted, "Why are they all male?" ”； After a while, he ran to the right and mended a wooden spear on the body of the demon that could still move, and when he was ready, he gasped and withdrew from the crowd like me, rubbed his already bruised cheeks, and examined the wounds on his body with his own hands, and then walked to the side of the mountain road.

Following his gaze and looking down the mountain, the battle there was still going on, more than a dozen people in clothes and no clothes who had just been squeezed down the mountain from the narrow road and were simply not thrown to death, and five or six stout spirits each had one or two bacon-like white-robed slaves hanging on their bodies, but the white-robed people who were numerous, but the terrain was vast and they did not have an absolute advantage in numbers, obviously had suffered a loss.

I couldn't hear what the bald man was muttering, so I turned and walked a few steps to pick up the great bow with a straight back at both ends, and pulled out an arrow from a white-robed corpse, and the action was so swift that I didn't even forget to knock the blood and minced flesh on the arrow on my knee, and the bow was fired with a "whoosh" sound.

I stared at the battle at the foot of the mountain and thought to myself, these two stunned people are not afraid to shoot their own people? After a while, I saw a demon who had just thrown off the white-robed slave and slammed forward with an arrow and fell to the ground, damn, I sincerely admire this kind of person who has a mouth and real ability, just saying that this kung fu Lao Tzu can't practice this kung fu with a hundred steps through Yang.

Before I could come back to my senses, the second arrow of "Whoosh" had already been shot from his direction, I looked down the mountain with wide eyes, muttering in my heart which unlucky ghost had gone to see Hades this time, but the arrow pierced the air and shot accurately at the back of a white-robed man's heart, and the dead body fell to the ground and did not react.

"This broken bow is not good, the bow is not good", as soon as I turned my head, he had already hidden himself and hid beside me, secretly peeked out to look down the mountain, and quickly lowered his body to find that I was staring at him, embarrassedly stuck out his tongue, threw the bow on the ground, and then kicked it far away.

"You pull me up", I turned my head again to look at the fight down the hill, and said to the bald man.

"What are you going to do?" , said the bald man.

"I'm going to those fat uncles under your mountain, you kiss the uncle, hurry up", after speaking, with the strength of his pulling, I stood up with difficulty.

"Stop! Don't smash it", I shouted at the red-eyed white-robed people who were still venting their anger, but they turned a deaf ear and did not stop the sticks in their hands.

"Hey, don't smash it again, you won't be able to roast ...... again", at this time, the bald man perched next to me and shouted to the crowd in my voice.

It's strange to say, the same request, he changed his way to shout out, and the crowd suddenly quieted down, but there was a sporadic sound of sticks smashing bones, and he would soon be pulled by his companions.

It could be seen that they were also extremely tired, the front of each white robe was already stained red with blood, and each of them had some flesh on their faces.

I wanted to say to them, "Comrades rush with me, fight with the evil spirits down the mountain," but after weighing the words in my head, I pulled the bald man over and told him what I meant.

He didn't even hesitate after hearing this, picked up a wooden stick on the ground that no one wanted, and threw it in front of several bare-handed slaves with a bang, and before I could react, he slapped the empty-fisted slave in the face, and then slapped it until the last one in the team before stopping.

I just stood and watched him go crazy, but he shouted to the white-robed men who were rubbing their cheeks, "Look at the good things you have done! What a good oil, how can you eat it when it's all smashed into mud? Looking down the hill? There are a few more out there, whoever kills counts, and the slow runners don't even have a mouthful of minced meat! ”

I was still stunned in place, the bald man spat on the ground, I couldn't even figure out whether he was spitting or spitting at the enemy, I saw him put a spirit wood spear in his hand up, and with a roar he was the first to "rush" down the mountain, yes, it was "rush", because this grandson did not take the mountain road, but "rushed" down from the steep and nearly seventy-degree slope on the side of the mountain road, and disappeared from sight in the middle of our group of dumbfounded guys, and then there was a strange charge cry of "ah, thunder, thunder, ah" from the mountainside, He shouted again: "Eat meat, grab the woman and hug herself!" ”

I was still in a daze, when a slightly old white figure passed by me, followed by a second, much shorter, much more childlike shadow rushing down, and then ...... Until I became the last person standing on the trail......

It's not that I don't want to rush ...... Well, the slope is a bit steep, you know, I'm afraid of heights, and I'm terrified; Of course, I can also say that it was because of the injury in my leg that didn't allow me to sprint so hard.

In short, by the time I jumped down the mountain road like a rabbit to the bottom of the mountain, the battle was already over, and the still alive evil spirits were each holding their crotch on the ground and humming weakly, and I looked into their hands to realize that the group of white evil spirits that rushed down from the mountain had actually turned the few evil spirits who had been captured alive into castrations...... Later, I heard the bald man say that this was done so that it could taste good when roasted, and there would be no commotion, but the scene in front of me was ....... It's kind of speechless.

The bald man wanted to lead people to chase after the two evil spirits who had escaped, but I stopped him and pointed in the direction of the woodland: "Don't go, the trap there will kill you, and they won't get out alive", I said confidently to the bald man.

"How do you eat these?" The bald man pointed to a few fat "sheep" on the ground that had been castrated.

"Don't kill them, they're still useful, grab a few handfuls of dirt and sprinkle them on the crotch of their pants, and stop the bleeding first."

Those white robes didn't seem to be very cold to my words, no one moved, but the bald man turned his back to the white robes and winked at me in one eye, and then knelt in front of me with a sly smile, and shouted in his mouth: "Messenger of Fujigami, it was you who selflessly saved us, and led the followers of Fujijin to charge, I sincerely pray for the protection of Fujigami", and then, this thing actually opened his arms and threw himself at my feet with a smile, and kissed the straw sandals on my feet a few times.