Under this gloomy and dark sky, in the treacherous and cold night, Shi Keqi finally waited for the opportunity he wanted.

The weeds on the side of the road are not deep and the area is not large enough, but it is enough to hide one person.

The stranger who came to ask for help quickly galloped to Zhenyin Temple, knocked on the thick iron door, and someone opened the door, and there was a grunt.

About a quarter of an hour later, a group of cloaked shamans left with the Anomalous, followed by a few more sporadically.

No one deliberately came to search the roadside for a few bushes of weeds, only a shaman swept a lantern at random, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and found nothing unusual.

When the group of people walked away, the gate of Zhenyin Temple was still open, and it seemed that a few shamans would come out of it at any time.

Shi Keqi sneaked towards the temple gate from the side, and when he arrived at the door, he was clinging to the iron wall, and his ears were higher than a rabbit.

The strange and vicious chanting of mantras in the temple finally did not sound, and no other movement was heard.

Little by little, he stretched out half of his head, and his left eye pressed against the crack in the door, trying to see inside. The gate was open more than one hundred and thirty degrees, and the view was severely obstructed, and only the part behind the iron gate could be seen.

Time cannot be lost, most of the shamans of Zhenyin Temple are dispatched, time is in a hurry, and the action cannot be unified for the time being.

It's basically the type of shouting "brothers, copy the guys and follow me, now as many people as there are left, and the ones behind will follow".

The shaman who closed the door either did not call out to the others, or stayed not far behind the door, and kept a lot of energy to pay attention to the situation outside.

Shi Keqi decided to take a gamble, they have already arrived here, where else can they go? Now the barbarians must have mobilized all kinds of soldiers and horses to search the mountains and seas, and it is estimated that the ants within a radius of dozens of miles have nowhere to hide.

He quickly glanced inside, then retracted as quickly as he could. Bet right, there is no one behind the gate.

Immediately, his body shook and he broke into the gate of Zhenyin Temple in a grand manner.

I haven't seen anyone for the time being, the place inside is bigger than the second floor, only a few green lamps are lit, I don't know what material burns the light, the place that can be illuminated is very small, most of the area is black, which makes people feel extremely eerie and terrifying.

Could it be that shamans also have night vision, or that they are rarely active at night, and Scoki thinks that the latter is more likely.

On the first floor, there are rows of two-meter-high wooden shelves with white flowers, and there are several houses on both sides.

There was a sound of a door opening in the house in front of him, and Skech ducked behind a wooden frame.

A shaman came out with a green lantern and shouted a word, and several sparse responses rang out from several other rooms.

He walked to the door, pushed the thick iron door, and slammed it shut after a bang. Pull on the bolt and pick up a flat iron bar.

After closing the door, he went back into the house.

The wound was faintly painful, and Shi Keqi almost couldn't help coughing it out, he held the wooden frame hard and forced the cough to swallow.

The wooden frame shook slightly under the force, and one of the things on the upper layer of white flowers rolled a little.

The voice was very soft, but Shi Keqi undoubtedly sounded like thunder, and he was on guard.

A few moments passed, and no one came out of the house.

He relaxed a little and glanced towards the shelf.

The white thing turned out to be a skull, and because it was close enough to concentrate a little, he could see it perfectly.

For him, who has been through many dangers, a skull will not be taken into account.

He was a little curious, and when he leaned in, he saw that there was a hole in the skull.

On the shelf is a black wooden nameplate that reads in Barbarian bilingual: "Chen Yuanqing, a general of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, was beheaded in the year 1101 of the Immortal Calendar"

Who is Chen Yuanqing? I don't seem to have the impression that the longevity calendar is the calendar of the barbarians, which is about 900 years old in the Northern Zhou calendar. Shi Keqi secretly wondered.

This person must have been a generation of famous generals before his death, and he was beheaded by barbarians, and it is inevitable that a general will die in a hundred battles, no matter how earth-shattering what you do, no matter how shocking your martial arts are, in the end they will turn into a handful of loess, or a handful of dust.

Shi Keqi looked closely at the wooden shelves, and saw that one shelf had four shelves, each with five skulls on it, and dozens of wooden shelves with at least a few hundred heads.

Even if the wooden frame is decayed and replaced, as long as the human head does not turn into ashes, it will not be thrown away, and these heads may have gone through tens or hundreds of thousands of years.

A few hundred people is not much for the two or three hundred million human races in the Tonggu Continent, but these are not ordinary people, they are all one in a hundred, or even one in a thousand.

Some may be more powerful than General Wang, and the rest will not be much worse.

The Northern Zhou Dynasty fought with the barbarians for more than 1,500 years, and there were so many outstanding people who were killed, I am afraid that it involved military and political generals, high-ranking officials, heroes and mages.

One by one, he walked past the wooden frames, his expression solemn.

When they reached the middle, a white-haired human head was nailed to a wooden stand with evil spirits painted in one word, and an iron nail the thickness of a thumb pierced through the middle of the skull.

There are four futons in four directions on the wooden shelf, presumably cushions for shamans to recite evil spells.

There was not much flesh left on the face, only the skin was crumpled on the front face, almost turning into an air-dried head. There seems to be an expression on his face that he will never give in and see death as if he were at home, this expression is so unforgettable!

"When a strong enemy is coming, do you hide your face and flee, or do you fight head-on!"

"The city is burned by fire, is it to cry in a hurry, or to step on the sea of fire!"

"The Great Wall collapsed, and the river evaporated......"

"Don't do it, you should die to redeem it!"

This is the head of the old general Wang Liangqin.

Shi Keqi's eyes cracked.

If he can command a thousand armies one day, he will let the horses step on the barbarians. Promote the prestige of the country, avenge the world, the hatred of the Snow Dahan clan for thousands of years.

People should be born good, not beasts!

Respect for the enemy who died in battle is also respect for oneself, because everyone can die on the battlefield.

Such a spoiling of a dead man is worse than a beast.

He knelt down and bowed nine times, then took out a small box prepared by Wang Yuan from his waist, carefully removed General Wang's head and put it in the box, closed the door and put a leather bag.

The human head has no peculiar smell and is very light to start, and it seems that the shaman recites the mantra every day, and the spell is a little lighter.

Shi Keqi put the leather bag on his back and tied several ropes, and after making sure it was secure, he walked towards the door.

Suddenly, there was a swish under my feet, and the floor flipped over and fell, but it was a mechanism that inadvertently stepped on a piece of the floor.

The mechanism swooped shut down again, not giving him a chance to react at all.

As soon as Shi Keqi stepped into the air, his body subconsciously raised his qi, and if he lifted his qi, of course, he couldn't step on the air, and only reduced the weight of the fall.

A breath or so has stepped on the ground, estimated at a height of a little more than three meters.

Although the landing place is a little uneven, I can't help but secretly rejoice that my feet are okay for the time being.

There are no iron sticks all over the ground, and there is no arrangement of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

He was a little puzzled, although he had night vision, in the complete darkness of the underground, the range of what he could see was also limited, and the surroundings were gray and gloomy.

It was white again.

He summoned a fireball, and the horrible scene in front of him suddenly made him forget the little doubt.

Stretching from under his feet were the remains of white bones, stacked on top of each other, piled up like a small mountain, and he was standing at the top of the mountain of bones.

One wreck was not terrible, but thousands of them were piled together, especially when his left foot stepped on the white ribs of his abdomen, and his right foot stepped on an entire metacarpal bone, plus half a skull.

Skech's feet limped slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He jumped up and gently supported his palm, feeling that the iron plate was very thick, and he couldn't shake it open with his strength.

The bones of several wrecks collapsed as it fell, and there was a tooth-aching creak.

He gently pulled out his leg and slowly descended from the mountain of bones, the feeling of fear was gone, but his heart became uncomfortable.

If he accidentally stepped on a few bones, or stepped on his skull and slipped a few meters, it took some effort to get down, and he didn't feel more solid until he reached the flat ground, and he looked at his surroundings.

It is a large pit, more than 20 meters high and about several hundred meters long and wide, and it is not known whether it was formed naturally or artificially excavated.

There was some standing water on the ground that could not be submerged in the upper of the shoes, and scattered bones.

The white bone hill is piled up in the middle of the big pit, and the bottom of the hill is more than thirty meters wide, and it is piled up more than ten meters high in an irregular shape.

I don't know how many wrecks can be piled up on this scale, thousands or tens of thousands.

Skech pondered where the corpses came from.

The heroes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty who were brought to the temple only had human heads, not bodies, so it was impossible to be heroes when they were eaten, and the human heads were still on the shelves.

In a trance, a flash of lightning passed through his heart.

Slave camp, I remember that Wang Yuan once told himself that as long as the slaves and sinners who can't do their work will be sent to Zhenyin Temple.

The skeletons here must be the remains of slaves and sinners after their deaths.

Thinking of this, Shi Keqi suddenly thought of a terrifying question: it is impossible for so many skeletons to be piled up in a few days a day, I am afraid it will take many years to do it, if the shaman just kills such a slave, there must be a near-term one.

The corpses that have been dropped in recent times have certainly not decomposed into white bones so quickly.

Isn't there anything to eat the meat of a clean slave.

His heart throbbed, and he didn't find a fleshy corpse when he came down from the bone mountain, and what he saw casually was only partial, not the whole thing.

Since you haven't seen it, you can also default to it for the time being.

In order to verify this idea, Shi Keqi picked up the scattered leg bones on the ground, which had many traces of black and yellow, and wiped the black ash with his sleeve, which was a row of tooth marks.

Shamans have a very high status on the grassland, and there is no shortage of meat at all, so I can't imagine that they are so mad that they are very cannibalistic.

The barbarians were afraid that they would understand their habits, or the shaman's own requests, and eat slaves who could not work from time to time. There are at least dozens of shamans in a Zhenyin Temple, and there is a shaman's nest that I don't know where, and I don't know how many Dahan people will be eaten over the years.

The slave was first drained by the shaman, and then the body was eaten, and the misery was beyond measure.

The shaman, who was highly respected by the barbarians, turned out to be a mad cannibal demon, and Scoke's hair stood on end, and his eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

It is not enough to kill their relatives and take people captive as slaves, but to eat their flesh when they are sick, tired or disabled, and there is nothing more tragic in the world than this.

Originally, he planned to sneak away with General Wang's head, but it seemed that there were countless unjust souls crying and shouting. These poor people were sucked dry and eaten, and died silently in Zhenyin Temple, their bones thrown into the pit, humble as grass mustard, and humble as pigs.

No, I will definitely teach the shaman a painful lesson when I go out, and breathe a sigh of relief for the miserable death of the Dahan slave!