The rows of houses in Rye Ridge are built in a rhythmic manner, and they look uniform. The pedestrians on the street are also full of richness and leisure, and they are much stronger than the skinny mountain people in Kuchaling.

Occasionally, there are sporadic vendors hawking, and the shops are full of goods, almost like the shops in Li Town.

At this time, it is time to farm, and everyone goes to work in the fields, so there is not a lot of people.

At the end of the street, a down-and-out shepherd boy suddenly appeared, and Zhang Huang ran over in a panic, shouting.

"Quick! Go find Lord Mo! ”

"There's a weird invasion, it's unstoppable! The guards are dead. ”

After speaking, he had a convulsion and lay on his back on the ground, so frightened that the surrounding people did not dare to squeak.

Thanks to the fact that a few people saw it, they hurriedly ran back to the government and reported to the lord of the house.

After a while, Mo Rushi led a large number of soldiers to run over, and a group of people gathered around the shepherd boy, and when they saw the lord of the mansion coming, they got out of the way.

"Mo Tong! What's wrong with you, what's going on? ”

Mo Ru stepped forward to help the most talented young man in the clan up, his face was full of worry, and urged Dao Qi, put his hand on the other party's arm, his face gradually turned dark, and a warm and soft Dao breath slowly flowed towards Mo Tong.

Mo Tong slowly opened his eyes and saw his familiar relatives, and his horror eased slightly.

"My lord, they're all dead! They're all dead! ”

"Eight yellow paper men suddenly came to the field, and I don't know what kind of magic they used, but they actually bewitched the farmers into the sedan chair, and the yellow paper all over the ground was made of human flesh and blood."

"I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't resist it at all, and I barely escaped with a straw stand-in!"

Mo Tong talked about the tragic situation just now, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, and his body shook involuntarily.

When Mo Rushi heard this description, his face gradually became gloomy, his brows furrowed, and he asked.

"What slogans are they shouting?"

Mo Tong's eyes were glazed, and he seemed to recall a few words, muttering in his mouth.

Mo Rushi couldn't really hear it, and lowered his head to lean on the other party's lips, but heard strange and stiff words.

"The age is in the present, and all evils are warded off."

Almost instantly, Mo Rushi's heart suddenly became desolate, and he felt bad. Within the movement of the Dao Qi, the entire body became pitch black, and patterns such as ears of wheat grew around the body.

With a loud bang, Mo Tong's whole body swelled up and exploded.

The entire body was filled with yellow paper talismans, and the flesh and blood turned pure yellow, and the explosion emptied it within a few meters, and a large crater appeared on the ground.

There are no bones left in the surrounding onlookers, and there is not a drop of flesh and blood left. Those farther away were hung from their bodies with severed limbs, too frightened to squeak.

Mo Rushi, who was closest to the source of the explosion, was splashed with yellow blood, his complexion changed from black to normal color again, and his skin seemed to be corroded, and his complexion was very bleak.

He looked coldly at the post road, and it seemed that there were eight people in yellow carrying sedan chairs.

……

A strong man with a pale face, riding a horse, walked towards the village in the distance. The surrounding land is barren and rocky, and even the grass does not grow, let alone the trees.

The strong man did not squint, still walking forward, holding the reins in both hands, stunned, without any emotion.

Gradually, he stopped beside the boundary monument and stared.

"Kiln Village."

The horses walked silently, crossing the line. Gradually, the stones became scarce, and occasionally a few deep holes appeared in the ground, and people appeared at the mouth of the holes, going in and out with hoes.

A few farmers saw the people on the post road, their skin was loose, their eyes were sunken, their eyes were dull, and their eyes were gray. Even when he saw a stranger, he didn't react, and then he numbly burrowed into the ground and continued to work.

Walking further, you can see several guards driving the farmer forward, some of them slowly, and suddenly a whip beat the man's skin and flesh open, and his flesh and blood are blurred.

But the beaten man did not even make a squeak, so he covered the wound and continued to walk.

The guards were dressed in yellow armor, and their heads were hidden in the armor, so that they could not see their faces clearly. They saw the strong man on the post road, but they didn't pay attention to it, and just drove the farmer mechanically.

At this moment, the strong man took out his long knife and struck like thunder, slashing straight at the neck of the guard. The knife is sharp enough, and the human body naturally can't carry it.

A good head fell to the ground, but surprisingly, there was no blood to be seen, and the broken neck turned out to be just a finger-thick withered tendon, wrapped in a layer of yellow skin, which was very strange.

Seeing this scene, the remaining two guards seemed to be touched, bright red eyes appeared from the pitch-black helmet, and they looked at the strong man coldly.

The strong man did not have the slightest fear, he simply did not do anything, took out his knife and cut again, and the two guards had no time to resist, so they were simply beheaded.

The body was separated, and the head was lost, and the body was still shaking, and the fingers seemed to be bent, and finally stopped shaking.

If you look closely, the strong man's long knife is smeared with a layer of dark green solution, and the water yin charm is tied to it, as if it is covered with a ghostly light.

The guards died, but the surrounding peasants were not excited, they looked at the heads on the ground with numb faces, and continued to the cave like the walking dead.

The strong man lowered his head, looked at the dark hole under his feet, and followed.

The hole was dim, but the farmer in front of him followed the road as if he didn't need light, and didn't hit anywhere at all.

There are piles of stones all around, but as you go deeper, you gradually get a brown glow, and if you look closely, it turns out to be an ore embedded in the stones.

When the farmers arrived, they stopped, picked up their hoes, and began digging. The stones were broken up, and then the iron ore was stuffed into a basket, and a basket was piled up, and then placed on the side of the road, and the work was repeated.

Looking at this group of numb farmers, there was no sign of survival in their expressions, only emptiness and despair, as if they had been squeezed out of everything, thrown into this hole that did not see the light of day, and repeated their work day after day, waiting for the day of liberation.

If I had to say that it was their liberation, it would probably be death. At the moment when the guards died, the strong man caught a glimpse of hope in the farmer's eyes, as if this was what they were expecting.

The strong man pulled a man over, threw the hoe away, and handed the long knife to him.

The farmer looked at it a few times, then picked up his hoe and went back to work.

Hey, there is no courage to die, only the desire to be killed, the soul has been drained.

The strong man grabbed his long knife and swiped it off, cutting off the farmer's head, which, unlike the guards, fell off and soon withered and became a puddle of dead wood.

The other farmers seemed to show a hint of luxury, but the strong man did not hesitate, and took out his long knife to kill them one by one. Everyone's heads tumbled to the ground, turning into fist-sized dead wood, as if flesh had been drained.

The strong man touched a handful of iron ore in the basket and put it on the blade, and the dark green solution penetrated into it, and it quickly fused.

He walked out of the cave and looked around, countless caves spread, and the entire kiln village was like a ghost cave.

"Who am I?"

"I'm the Luo family!"