Even the most prosperous Yan country in the world has become sparsely populated when it leaves the plains and gradually enters the mountains and forests, which are desolate and barren, and close to the border passes. I read & books? fast

In these places, although the official roads are still open, after all, they are not as wide and flat as the hinterland of Yan Kingdom.

The roads are getting narrower and narrower, more and more bumpy and rugged, and in some places, only a double-wheeled light car can barely pass. If two cars are going opposite each other, one of them must drive to find a place to stop on the side of the road and let the other pass first.

Fortunately, in such a desolate section, there are always few people on foot. Occasionally, when the caravan passes by, stops to make way, greets each other, and inquires about business, there are some brief voices and liveliness on the road.

It was past noon, and the silence finally broke on this rugged and narrow official road.

Far away, the first to come over were a few rough men with swords and swords. The strange thing is that each of them did not let their horses go, but instead bent down and led their horses, not knowing what to touch on the ground as they went.

As they got closer, they could see that they were squatting down, but they were picking up any loose and slightly larger stones from the road and throwing them to the side of the road. Occasionally, when there was a place where the road was too potholed, they untied the pockets on the horse's back and leveled them with the sand in the pockets. When the pockets were empty, he led his horse to the back, and in a short time he and his companion returned with a full bag, and the companion went to the side of the brook at the foot of the mountain to load sand.

These people are all five big and three thick, and they have murder weapons on their bodies, no matter how you look at it, they are dancing with knives and swords. How did the bloody and desperate samurai generals be reduced to doing such trivial and hard things, and became the slaves and coolies of other people's land?

Look. These people are also very dissatisfied with the status quo, and there is a lot of negative and unfair in their expressions. Clear stones, when mating the road. There are often people who quietly communicate each other's frustration and unhappiness with their eyes, but no one dares to speak out.

Alas, the dignified Feiyun Village! Nearly 100 heroes up and down! So far, there are only a dozen of them left.

It's just that everyone is obsessed with money for a while, and they just think that the ugly guy who coughs incessantly must be an incompetent tuberculosis ghost, and with an unconscious patient, he must be a supple sheep with no ability to resist. Outcome...... Alas......

Everyone said goodbye to the happy robber life of eating meat, drinking wine, and dividing gold and silver. I think? Books_Fast

Those of them who are still alive are already the luckiest. As soon as I started it, the poor worm who was coughing and hunched over like a shrimp. In the blink of an eye, he became a murderous demon king, one person with one sword, one sword and one person, and in the time of half a pillar of incense, he killed most of their brothers in the village.

Those of them who had abandoned their swords and knelt on the ground in time, wailing and begging for mercy, were pointed at the chest by that monster, and they had to give up all their dignity and freedom to be cattle and horses for that man. Otherwise, as long as it takes three days, it will be painful to live rather than die, and it will be necessary for that person to point on his chest again to recover as before.

It's not that no one has tried to resist. These strong men who have fallen into the grass are all untamed people. Where you are really willing, you will obediently obey. But it took more than ten days. The result of several batches of brothers trying successively is just the one who survived by luck. and he was killed by the man.

All the ways of the land have been exhausted. Whether it is a sneak attack when he is coughing out of breath and spitting out blood, or when he is healing the patient's qi and should not be able to distract himself, those who dare to offend Lei Chi will only perish in exchange.

This person is a monster beyond the common sense of everyone. The movements are as fast as lightning, the momentum is surging like thunder, obviously the body is collapsed to the point that it is not good, it is obviously sick, lucky, and performing, when it should be impossible to fight or even be disturbed, he can kill a person between his gestures, or it is as simple as blowing a breath.

Moreover, he never seemed to have to sleep...... Twelve hours a day, no matter what time or place, he seemed to be just as alert.

Now, no one dares to take chances.

When he rebelled against that person in a sudden attack, the person who was killed by him directly with a sword was still happy. Those who did not die on the spot were tormented in front of them, and wailed for hours until they had their throats cut and their blood drained, and they would let them die. The worst brother tried to take the man who had been unconscious as a hostage when others gathered to sneak attack and entangle the monster, but he was crushed by the man and the bones were crushed inch by inch, thrown in the mountains, and fed alive to the wild dogs. And even if the others are not bold enough to follow and do something to him, they will pay the price afterwards for the recklessness of their companions.

When the pain in their bodies was incomparably restrained, this man stood by and watched coldly, and it was necessary to let them suffer for a full hour, weeping bitterly, wailing and crying, and making countless poisonous oaths to promise that he would never dare to resist him again, and that man would be willing to take a slow time to help.

Up to now, in addition to lamenting the injustice of fate in their hearts and cursing the devil in front of them, everyone can only accept their fate and listen to his instructions, do this and that, pin their hopes on this monster to speak, and when they get to the place he wants to go, they will be free.

Speaking of which, this master should not be particularly difficult to serve. He doesn't demand, he doesn't make things difficult, he doesn't ask anything extra. Basically, as long as the carriage is firmly protected from the front and back, left and right, along the way, to ensure that the carriage moves normally, does not let the carriage suffer too many bumps, and helps to supply water, wine, and food in time, there will be nothing to do.

Originally, this should be a very easy errand, but on this person, something is wrong.

Since the carriage was escorted, it is not known how many accidents have occurred. If you pass the road well, the road will be inexplicably blocked by boulders, and the road ahead will collapse for no reason, and they will have to work hard to build the road. If you cross the bridge in a good way, a good bridge will break inexplicably, and they will temporarily cut down trees to build bridges with tears in their eyes.

They were guarded around the carriage, but the carriage was fine, and their own horses, if they could not see them, would be sick and sick, and could not move forward. The food and water that I go to buy, for some reason, are often drugged, and speaking of which, it is not a fatal poison, most of them are drugs and other things, and they are often asked by this master to try the food, and then they are in a mess, and they are weak.

Nowadays, people have learned to be obedient, and as a general rule, try not to stay in the town, so as not to give people the opportunity to prepare food and water, and always go to different places to buy food and water, and often try it with their own horses first. As they were on the way, more than a dozen horses, in batches and sections, opened the way in front, and everyone stared down with wide eyes, guarding against the sudden appearance of tripping ropes, large pits, and other mechanisms.

In the past two days, it has been a little quieter, and they have not let the people who are secretly calculating get their hands on it, but they themselves are tired half to death, and their spirits are infinitely tired, and they still can't say that they are still suffering, and they dare not speak out in anger, so they can only swallow their anger and survive the day by day.

The secret resentment was deep, but he couldn't help but turn around and stare at the carriage angrily.

Who the hell is that? Where the hell is he going? What is the origin of the person who secretly calculates him all the way, oh my God! When is this suffering now?

The sound of horses' hooves in front of them sounded, and in a blink of an eye, two men in the same costume flew to the front, and rode their horses to the carriage that was guarded in the center, and the two of them each took a bunch of leather bags and a bundle of food boxes from their horses, and said respectfully in front of the carriage: "This is the wine and food that have just been bought from the front city, and they are all bought in a dozen different places, and we have been keeping a good eye on them, even if someone poisons them, it is impossible to use all the wine and food." ”

The curtain of the carriage was half lifted, revealing a half-open, ghostly face, and only one left eye was exposed, gray and gloomy, lonely and cold, and he reached out and took the leather bag and food box in, and the curtain was quickly lowered again.

The two of them retreated, and then untied the large parcel on the horse, took out hot steamed buns one by one, and handed them to the companions who were laboriously clearing the road.

In the carriage, there was a sudden sound of violent coughing.

Di Jiu finally stopped coughing. Now, he didn't even bother to use the handkerchief, he just wiped the blood on his lips with his hands casually, picked up a wine bag, opened it, put it in front of his nose and smelled it for a while, and then took a shallow sip to make sure that he was really not drugged, so he took a big sip.

The most powerful and fierce burning knife swallowed into the throat and went straight into the chest, and I didn't feel particularly hot, nor could I find the pain and pleasure of the knife scraping the throat......

Di Jiu lowered his hand calmly and did not try to drink again.

I've really drunk too much alcohol. Now, even the strongest of the liquor had no stimulating effect on him.

It seems that it won't be long before he can no longer count on spirits to help him anesthetize his body, relieve the wounds, and lift his spirits.

It's not a big deal, though. No tool can be effective forever, and the only thing that people can rely on is themselves.

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Secretary Brown: Hee-hee, the official transition, Xiao 9 officially appeared. Tomorrow it's the turn of Dusty and Piggy. Scratching her head, the procrastination some time ago was mainly due to the fact that from the chapter of 301 Dragon's Reverse Scales, Nalan suddenly deviated from the original outline, because when she wrote there, she felt that it would be more appropriate for Xiao Rong and Yan Rin to pick it out now. And then the side effect is that because the idea is hasty, many places are not taken care of, and it is more painful to patch it again. Khan, special case......