The style of the jade fish is that the brain is clear when it passes through, but the body is uncontrollable at that moment. Bai Lang just fell into it directly, with a pair of boxers on his body, and two purple gold maces in his hands...... Isn't this a platoon to test his own physical defenses, but I didn't expect to wear it. Bai Lang stopped the horse with a roar when he was about to fall to the ground, and didn't let himself fall into a dog and eat.

After settling his horse, he looked at it, "What the hell is going on?" In front of Bai Lang was a tragic scene that he had never seen in his two lives—the ruined village, the corpses scattered among it, even a casual glance knew that these people were tortured and killed. "Ancient?" this Bai Lang frowned, his face was full of unbearable color, "There is a bun on his head, it should be ancient, and it will be replaced by modern times." "Actually, just by looking at those dilapidated houses, you know that they are ancient.

The question is what age it is, and these slain villagers have no clothes on them, and even if they do, they are so tattered that Bai Lang really can't find anything to wear - but the three levels of the golden bell jar are broken, and this little cold and heat has little effect on him. Bai Lang forcibly endured the nausea and patrolled the village, and at the same time, he could be regarded as doing a good deed to collect these corpses. With his divine power, he has already dug a big hole on the side, and he can use wood with internal force, and there is definitely no shovel.

The corpses of the villagers did not decompose much, after all, the weather is still very cold now, Bai Lang put them all in the big pit, "even children have it, and this killing method is ......" Bai Lang has no open fire burning in his chest, men, women and children are not spared, women and children are tortured and killed, such a tragic situation only aroused Bai Lang's anger like a tiger and leopard. Now he walks more and more lightly, although his body is also tall and strong, but after he lands his steps, he is silent, as if a big insect of hundreds of pounds is walking.

Bai Lang retracted the corpses, his movements becoming softer and more silent as time passed, and the big cat-like sensation became more and more difficult to erase. The last corpse was also put into the pit, and then the white wave swept and pushed all the dirt next to it down to pile it into a steamed bun. "I don't know what the name of this village is, but I know what age it is. It turned out that it was during the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty, and this unburned yellow calendar was the fifteenth year of Chongzhen......"

Bai Lang didn't gain anything else here, except for collecting corpses for people, there was only this half of the yellow calendar. He looked at the sun to determine the direction, and the jade fish had already been found and hung around his neck again, "This time it is ten years, but the ghost believes that it will really take ten years!" This jade fish must be playing tricks on him, because there is no need to look for it, it must be lying on the ground within three steps of him.

Knowing that this is the Chongzhen period, such a tragic situation has also been answered-it is nothing more than thieves and bandits, maybe plus the Ming official army, and maybe even the Tartars? But the last one is unlikely, because the Tartars will plunder the population instead of killing them all along with the young Zhuang as now. Bai Lang also walked along the road, he was still wearing a pair of boxers, holding a pair of hammers in his hands, and the fields on both sides of the road were abandoned and burned.

Bai Lang used light skills to sweep the earth, the heaven and earth vitality here is not very active, but it is much better than the last time the jade fish crossed, but Bai Lang's heart is uneven at this time, and the cultivation of this golden bell jar may be difficult to continue for the time being-but there is another cultivation method, that is, war. Right now, Bai Lang hopes that there will be some kind of bandit and thief, so that he can vent well. Even if I have seen the tragic description of the last years of the dynasty in the book, it is not as good as seeing it with my own eyes.

Bai Lang is a good man at this time, it is needless to say that he looks handsome, his height has been measured in modern society a long time ago, and he seems to have grown a few centimeters after going back, and now he is a good man of one meter and eight meters, and he is afraid that he can be regarded as a big man in this late Ming Dynasty. After practicing the golden bell jar on his body, the skin is tight and smooth, and it feels like silk, but this dress really doesn't match the current weather, and it looks like it should be late autumn or early winter at this time, anyway, it's cold enough but it's not yet time to freeze.

There are mountains in the past, and there are even rivers flowing on one side, but there are no water conservancy projects in sight, and near the river, you can see a saline land with white flowers. This makes Bai Lang think that this may be the north, anyway, southern Jiangsu is definitely not the case, it is most likely the land of northern Jiangsu and northern Anhui, and it may even be Shandong and Henan? But soon, this question has the possibility of being answered, because Bai Lang heard the human voice.

This is another dilapidated village, and in this village, Bai Lang heard a human voice, "It's only five people? This is not what a normal village should look like." The internal forces gathered their ears, and Bai Lang confirmed that there was no one else in the village except these five people. "Sentinel?" As for whether I still want to go and see it, Bai Lang can clearly judge the location of these people by listening to the sound with his ears, and he doesn't say much at the moment, and directly kicks open the dilapidated gate in front of him, and there is a deserted courtyard in front of him.

There were three men who were eating on the fire, and when they heard this loud noise, they all looked at the source of the sound, and quickly prepared for battle, touching swords, bows, and firearms. Bai Lang's eyes swept away, and when he saw that these three people were not good people, their faces were full of ferocity, their eyes showed a cruel light, and the clothes on their bodies were not official soldiers at first glance, because they were completely ununified and there was no armor.

The three men were also puzzled when they looked at the intruder, and the big man was wearing a pair of pants all over his body, but what was the matter with a good body of flesh and skin? It didn't look like he was so poor that he could only wear a pair of shorts, and it wasn't dirty, and he was carrying a double iron shovel, and his appearance was also dignified. What is the identity of this person, even these old bandits can't tell. "Oh, are you thieves or bandits? Ah, it's pretty much the same anyway. Bai Lang didn't say much, and strode over directly.

The three of them glanced at each other, "Where did the little donkey ball come from, looking for death!" As soon as he shouted this sentence, one of the thieves with a bow and arrow burst open his entire skull, and his eyes flew to the body of another person beside him. But Bai Lang threw it casually, and the purple gold mace in his left hand flew out of his hand, directly knocking the thief's head away. The other two thieves were also old thieves, and they didn't say much at once, but drew their knives directly, and from behind came a thief with a bow and a thief with a firecracker.

Bai Lang has no armor on his body, and in their opinion, he can solve it with a knife. However, Bai Lang also did not dodge or dodge, and after casually eating a knife, the purple gold mace in his right hand directly smashed another old bandit into two people. This knife slashed at Bai Lang's body, it was just a white mark, and before the guy could react, Bai Lang's tiger claws had already swept over, and he directly pulled the human head out of his body......