Dark River knows that as the dead soldiers who sew the corpse, as early as when the ancestor Lu Mingshan created the sewing corpse line, he used the twelve dead soldiers as the foundation of the creation of the gang, and passed down the torch to this day.

In fact, the twelve dead soldiers are just a code name, the iron-beaten barracks, the flowing soldiers, if someone dies, someone will naturally make up for it, and there are always people who go forward and move forward bravely in order to sew the corpse.

And the fact that the sewing of corpses can continue to this day has a great relationship with the rules set by the ancestors.

This rule has been a mysterious legend that has lasted for hundreds of years since the sewing of corpses.

These 12 dead soldiers are extraordinary, they are a group of corpse sewers with great skill and faith, and they have made the corpse sewing lineage pass on and carry forward with their undying faith and extraordinary craftsmanship.

When the ancestor Lu Mingshan created the sewing of corpses, he deeply knew that in order to pass on this sect, there must be a group of dead soldiers who are not afraid of life and death, and they must have firm beliefs and unyielding fighting spirit in order to complete the work of sewing corpses under various difficult and difficult conditions, so that the corpses can regain life.

These twelve dead soldiers are such a group of people, who gamble their lives, struggle on the edge of life and death again and again, and use their faith and craftsmanship again and again to complete impossible tasks.

Their name, just a code name, has been passed down for hundreds of years in the sewing of corpses, and has become a legendary existence.

But their names are not just code names, but also dusty memories, fragments of history, recording thrilling adventures.

In the secret history of the sewing of corpses, their names have been carefully passed down, and every successor understands that behind these names carries an eternal mission, and what is little known is that their existence is to maintain the balance of the world and protect the peace of mankind.

However, with the passage of time, those names that were once thunderous have gradually faded into oblivion, leaving only legends.

Even if the current sewing corpse is squeezed out, accustomed to being sideways, and bearing the infamy of 'evil demons', the twelve dead have always been loyal to the sewing corpse and never abandoned, which may be the so-called cultural inheritance.

Despite all the difficulties and hardships they faced, the Twelve Dead always held on to their beliefs and mission, and they found their roots and belonging in the inheritance of the corpses, believing that only through perseverance and hard work can this almost forgotten skill be revitalized.

They continue to practice the art of sewing corpses, every stitch, every thread, is made by them with sweat and tears, they bear the namelessness and loneliness, but they have never wavered in their faith.

They know that only by persevering can they leave a little trace of their own in this world.

And they not only have to inherit the memory of the sewing corpse, but also a more important task, that is, to fight with their lives to protect the safety of the three major sacrificial vessels of the sewing corpse.

The three major sacrificial vessels that sew the corpse are only known to outsiders as the dark lamp, the dark ring, and the dark mirror.

But the sewing of the corpse, especially the descendants of a disciple like Yu Huo, naturally knows the true use of these three things, they are the "Nether Lamp", "Ring of the Dead" and "Corpse Bone Mirror", their power is the key to sewing the corpse vein, used to fight against the power from the Netherworld.

The three major sacrificial vessels complement each other and are indispensable, but if one is missing, it will bring unforeseen disasters to the Yin and Yang world.

Dark River didn't know the ring of life and death between the three major sacrificial vessels, but as a dead man, of course he knew the consequences of being taken away by someone.

Therefore, no matter what, he will find a way to protect the Dark Lamp, even if it costs him his life.

As one of the twelve protectors of the corpse, Dark River is well aware of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and there is a huge disparity in power with so many ambush killers at the moment, and there is only one way to break out of the encirclement, that is, to stay and stay to resist the strong enemy, and find a way to kill a bloody path, so that Mo Wen can carry tens of millions of crescent moon bones with the dark lamp.

Dark River is well aware of his tasks and responsibilities, his heart is as solid as a rock, and although he does not know the life and death ring between the three major sacrificial vessels, he knows the importance of protecting the Dark Lamp. So, he didn't hesitate at all and made his choice decisively.

There are more and more enemies in the direction of the dark river, it seems that they are prepared, if they don't snatch the dark lamp, they will definitely not stop easily, while dealing with the strong enemy who attacked him, the dark river approached his partner Mo Wen, and when he came to Mo Wen's side, the dark river breathed a sigh of relief.

Dark River immediately took off the backpack on his back, handed it to Mo Wen, and said: "It seems that the days of the duo of you and me have expired, in order to sew the great cause of recovering the corpse, we must not let the dark lamp be destroyed in our hands, in this way, I will attract the enemy later, you find a chance to escape, as long as you reach the crescent moon bone, the dark lamp will be safe." ”

"Dark River, what are you doing, you want to die together, didn't you say it before?"

Dark River has to face a strong enemy alone, and to die alone, for Mo Wen, who has been with him for a long time, this trip is painful, and her heart is like a knife, but she knows that as a dead soldier who sews corpses, she has already broken off her seven emotions and six desires, no matter how deep her feelings for Dark River are, at this moment, she should leave her children's love behind.

Isn't the dark river tormented, in these days with Mo Wen's partner, his feelings for her can be learned from heaven and earth, but in the face of the great cause of recovering the corpse, personal emotions are as light as a feather and not worth mentioning.

"Ah asked, you know the rules of sewing corpses, and you also know why the door master let the two of us go together, just to let us know that when we encounter this situation, we must let one person come out no matter what, do you understand?"

The bitter heart of the dark river, why don't you know the rules of sewing the corpse, the life and death of the sewing corpse guarded by the twelve dead soldiers is the lifeline of the sewing corpse, and it is absolutely not a child's play.

"I know."

At this time, Mo Wen's eyes were filled with tears, she knew that this farewell was destined to be separated from the Dark River Celestial People forever, because in the face of so many strong enemies, with the strength of the Dark River alone, there was only the end of death.

"Come away, Ah Q, remember, I love you, I will always love you."

After Dark River finished speaking, he pushed Mo Wen away, didn't look back, and resolutely rushed into the melee, started the final battle, and continued to write the last sad song.

Mo Wen watched, Dark River bravely rushed into the melee, surrounded by swords and swords, with the sound of whistling wind in her ears, her face was full of tears, protecting the dark lamp, and rushed out of the enemy's encirclement while people were not paying attention.

Mo Wen looked back as he ran, looking at the back of Dark River, his heart was full of respect and worry, he knew Dark River's strength, but he also understood that this battle was not a simple competition of strength, but a contest that required wisdom and courage.

In the melee, Dark River faced a powerful enemy, he did not flinch, using his blade to engage in fierce battles with the enemies, each of his attacks was full of strength and determination, as if to wipe out all the enemies.

However, there are more and more enemies, and Dark River is getting more and more tired, and his heart is full of killing and blood.

In this tragic battle, Dark River was constantly attacked by enemies, but he also used his blade to slay countless enemies, his body was full of scars and bloodstains, but his eyes became more and more determined.

In the end, Dark River faced the last enemy, he took a deep breath, used all his strength, and slashed at the enemy with a knife, the enemy fell, and Dark River finally couldn't support it anymore and fell to the ground.

He took his last breath and looked at the direction of Mo Wen's escape, as if he saw Mo Wen's smile, and when he looked again, there was no trace of Mo Wen......

The dark river died, and Mo Wen ran all the way in grief, she knew that only by going to the crescent bone as soon as possible, only the crescent bone could protect the dark lamp, and only the dark lamp that was about to die could continue its life.

But Mo Wen didn't know that this interception, the killer who was ambushed in the middle of the road, was not just the one just now, what was waiting for Mo Wen would be a more tragic battle of life and death.

Mo Wen took the back of the lost dark river and hurriedly walked on the way to the crescent moon bone, she didn't dare to stop at all, because she knew that there were many people who wanted the dark lamp, and they must not let people rob the road halfway and rob the dark lamp.

Soon, it was dark, and it was raining, and the night was like ink, and the sound of the wind in the forest was particularly cold.

Mo Wen walked alone on the path to the crescent moon bone, her heart was full of doubts, she was not ignorant, but she felt a deep crisis approaching, this was not from the current predicament, but an unknown conspiracy.

The eyes of the hidden killers were like hungry wolves, staring at her every movement, every breath, and they hid in the shadows, waiting for the best time to attack.

They have only one goal, that is, Mo Wen, and he must die.

And the dark lamp, tonight, must be left behind.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and Mo Wen immediately flashed vigilantly, almost avoiding it, and the murderous aura was rampant, illuminating the darkness and breaking through the dead night.

The long sword in Mo Wen's hand was swung out in an instant, and the tip of the sword pointed at the black shadow in the dark night.

However, the next attack was even more violent, like a torrential rain and a strong wind, and for a while, Mo Wen was a little in a hurry.

But she did not lose her cool, but understood more that she must persevere, and only by living can she protect the safety of the dark lamp.

However, outnumbered and the more enemies fought, Mo Wen remained steadfast in protecting the Dark Lamp, and she was ready to sacrifice herself to protect the Dark Lantern.

"You have reached the limit, the dark lamp stays, as long as you surrender, I can make an exception and not kill women."

Seeing that Mo Wen had been driven to a dead end, one of the enemy leaders suddenly stopped attacking, he didn't pity the jade, but didn't want to completely grudge with the sewing corpse.

After all, the sewing of the corpse, the rumors in the market, the existence of almost the 'evil demon way', the dead soldiers who sew the corpse, kill all the dead, the other party seems to be afraid of this.

However, Mo Wen, who was already covered in bruises and kept leaving blood at the corners of his mouth, bit his last strength, looked up to the sky and laughed, and scolded angrily: "You want me to surrender and dream!" ”

After Mo Wen finished speaking, he touched the dark lamp that protected his chest, and said with a guilty face: "It seems that the heavens are going to die, and I sew the corpse, the heavens are unfair, the heavens are unfair, the heavens are unfair......"

Mo Wen thumped her chest, her tone was full of grief and indignation, her eyes were full of helplessness, the corners of her mouth rose, she looked up to the sky and roared, and said: "Dark River, I came to find you, you wait for me." ”