The black shadow approached the base of Grandpa's neck little by little, and soon formed a circle, and it seemed that it only needed to tighten it to kill Grandpa. Grandpa Tai saw that Liu Er had already fallen asleep, and he would not be easily discovered by the man without these ears, and he was naturally relieved. But I always felt that there was something at the base of my neck, and my grandfather reached out to touch it, and the black shadow seemed to feel it shrink back suddenly. In this way, Grandpa Tai naturally couldn't touch anything, just felt strange, but didn't think much about it.

Quiet nights are the easiest time to fall asleep, and Grandpa Tai carefully vacated the canopy of the tree to prepare for refreshment. I don't know how many years the trees have grown, and the canopies are the size of a house, and the branches hang down with rattans, which look like green waterfalls from a distance.

As soon as my grandfather lay down, he only felt that there was a rattan behind his back and he was uncomfortable to sleep on, just like sleeping with a big snake on his pillow, and he was so uncomfortable.

"This is not good, although it is temporary, I am too particular about tomorrow and have no energy." Grandpa Tai pondered in his heart, and took out a gold-inlaid black knife and cut the nearby rattan. The night was dark and the wind was high, and Grandpa Tai only saw the severed rattan falling down, but he didn't notice that the rattan around him was slowly fading, as if he was avoiding Grandpa. To be precise, it should be dodging the gold-inlaid black knife in the hands of the grandfather.

Without the harassment of rattan, Grandpa Tai soon fell asleep.

In the dream, my grandfather was standing outside an ancient village. I saw that the village was built by the mountain, and there were large and small traps around it, which were hidden to the extreme, and I was afraid that I would not be able to find them if I did not check carefully. After the village is out, it is built with stone walls on three sides, leaving only a gate to enter and exit, forming a huge and impregnable fortress.

"Built against the mountains? There is only one entrance and exit, why? Grandpa muttered in his heart, but he didn't know if it was a dream, and he still carefully observed the surroundings.

The sound of horses' hooves came from behind him, and Grandpa Tai turned his head to see a red rabbit horse stepping on. But Grandpa Tai was not knocked away, but the horse passed through his body.

"What the hell? Did I hit the ghosts, or were they all ghosts? Grandpa Tai's brows tightened, but he still flashed aside, after all, it was strange to feel like something passing through him.

The whole procession came through the dust, and finally stopped at the entrance of the stockade. At this time, Grandpa Tai can see clearly, but those people seem to be unaware of Grandpa's existence, doing their own things. At the head of the whole team is the general of the golden helmet, holding a cold mang's spear, and under his crotch is a red rabbit and a fierce horse, which is not majestic. After the golden-helmeted general, there were silver-helmeted soldiers, all of whom were black horses under their crotches, and strangely enough, the horse's eyes seemed to have a strange light. The whole horse team is majestic, giving people an indescribable oppression, as if there will be no grass everywhere they go.

After the horse team, there was a guard of honor, mighty. In the meantime, someone was holding a big flag, and the flag was embroidered with an ancient character, and my grandfather really couldn't recognize what it was. After the guard of honor, there was a carriage. The carriage was half the size of a room, and was drawn by nine tall white horses, each with a golden mane. This is a golden-maned lion, born in the midst of 100,000 mountains, and never does things for others when he comes to the wind. Why now, these nine golden-maned lions are obediently pulling that carriage?

Grandpa Tai was even more curious about who was sitting in the carriage and who had such a big style.

The carriage was half the size of a room, with carved gold and jade on all four wheels, and the axles made of dark metal. Even the wheels are so luxurious, not to mention the bodywork. Grandpa Tai thought that the body was made of precious wood such as mahogany, but if you look closely, this wood is actually a black hardwood, and you can't see it. The black wood was inlaid with strands of gold, and a large number of gold wires formed a huge pattern, which made people feel indescribably peaceful after looking at it.

Why is that pattern so familiar? Grandpa Tai suddenly remembered, isn't this pattern the pattern on the scabbard of a gold-inlaid black knife? What exactly does this gold-inlaid black knife have to do with this carriage, and what exactly should it have to do with the owner of this carriage?

At this time, Grandpa Tai had no intention of looking at the gorgeous carriage anymore, and when he went around to the golden-maned lion, he was stunned. In the carriage, there was only a throne made of cold ice jade, and there was a beautiful man on it, and my grandfather almost thought it was a woman.

Three thousand green silks are scattered on the shoulders at will, and a white dress tells the endless laziness. Under the willow eyebrows, the peach blossoms are slightly closed, the face is like a cold jade, the lips are like grease, and the hope is passionate, which is naturally a charm. There are thousands of thoughts hidden between the eyebrows, and they are all visible. With a graceful demeanor between gestures, this man will definitely mess up the world if he is a woman.

At a glance, Grandpa Tai didn't dare to look at the man anymore, because Grandpa Tai began to doubt his orientation.

"Grandma's, what a wicked door. Lao Tzu likes women, likes women. Grandpa Tai rolled his eyes, and hurriedly flashed to the back of the carriage, and his heart was pounding.

Behind the carriage were countless soldiers, holding weapons of all kinds and not showing much to see. But there seemed to be something mixed in with the soldiers, and my grandfather thought to himself that no one could see me anyway, so he simply walked over to see what was going on.

As soon as he was so close, my grandfather saw the clue, and he almost saw himself peeing his pants. There were four men in black in a column of soldiers, all wrapped in black, and they didn't even have tools in their hands. Grandpa Tai felt that these black-clothed men were more terrifying than those soldiers and cavalry, so he wanted to see what was going on. When I stepped forward to take a look, where was this person, it was clearly a dried corpse. There was no moisture on the face, and the purple-black skin was clinging to the skull. Even more bizarre: The right side of each black-clothed person's face has been stripped of a layer of skin and engraved with a strange pattern. The pattern was the one on the carriage, the one on the black sword inlaid with gold.

All of these things, I can't help but not think about it, and it was soon connected with the secret in the man's mouth. The king disappeared at the height of his life, taking away a large number of soldiers and horses, and the people of the Long clan were planted with immortal Gu, and they did not stiffen after death, and became the king's yin soldiers. These things are all consistent one by one, is this person the king in the mouth of the man? But why do you see these things?

"My lord, the stockade has been built, should you be the one you promised to be?" A flattering voice interrupted Grandpa's train of thought, thinking that it should be the craftsman who built this stockade.

"Built on the mountain, leaving only one road, is it built according to this?" It was not the beautiful man in the carriage who spoke, but the Golden Helmet General who was the leader.

"Yes, more than 1,000 of us rushed to build it overnight, and it was finally completed before the adults asked." The foreman smiled, thinking about where to drink the flower wine when he got the reward.

"More than a thousand people are in this stockade?" The Golden Helmet General didn't mention the reward, but asked this.

"Yes, yes, yes, they're all here, waiting for the adults to give you a reward."

"King, it's all right." The Golden Helmet General stopped taking care of the foreman, turned his horse's head and replied.

King? It's really that person, let's see what is going on. Grandpa was very curious about why the king put the throne back then, and when he came here, his mind was all about the conversation between these people.

"Very good, reward." A languid voice came from the carriage.

"Thank you for the reward." The foreman was also a clever man, and when he heard the Golden Helmet General call the man in the carriage king, he immediately changed his mind.

"Get down on your knees." The Golden Helmet General's voice was distinctly disgusted, as if it was insulting to speak to such a philistine.

"Hey, kneel down." The foreman was so excited that he couldn't suppress his emotions, and his voice was trembling.

"Hmph." The corner of the Golden Helmet General's mouth was raised, and a cold light flashed in his hand, and the foreman's head fell off.

"None of them will be left." Wang touched the tip of his nose with his finger and said with a smile. It looked like I was waiting to see a good show.

Suddenly, the blood-stained cottage and the howls came all over the sky.

The cavalry was very efficient, but in a quarter of an hour more than a thousand heads were already piled up into a hill.

"You packed up these things and buried them outside the wall." After the Golden Helmet General gave the order, he rode into the stockade without looking back. The king's carriage also followed slowly in, and the vocal music of the honor guard sounded slowly, and a funeral song came with a red all over the ground.

"This king has a strong taste, why do you play a funeral song? Could it be that it is for these thousand migrant workers, then why do you kill them? Grandpa muttered and followed, thinking to himself that you can't see Lao Tzu anyway.