The stars hang down in all directions, and the moonlight is bright.

The cavalry of 300 people and nearly 1,000 war horses converged into a black turbulent river, and the conflict was agitated, covering the old man's official road.

Ahead, the post station is in sight, and in the distance, the lights are lit and the houses are faint, and it is a small village near the river and mountains.

The faces of many black crows couldn't help but show joy, and the small post station naturally couldn't accommodate so many people, but it was still possible to let everyone eat a hot meal.

As for the small village, since the second master took charge of the army, the order has been prohibited, and the black crow guard acts according to the rules of the army, and has always camped on his own, so as not to disturb the people.

"Second brother, something is wrong. ”

Yang Xiongji rode back from the front of the team, ran to Liu Tugou and said.

The snowhoof green mantis beast under his crotch was a little impatient, and its hooves dug the soil fiercely, but the rammed earth of the official road was extremely solid, and after a few gouging strokes with its strength, it turned out to be only a little insignificant shallow pit.

Liu Tugou nodded and said, "That village is empty, and everyone has gone to the mountain." ”

The eyes of the people looked farther away, the black crow guard was running around, there were many such post stations and villages, and the one in front of them was indeed as Yang Xiongji said, there was something strange.

I saw that many torches were dotted on the hill against which the village was backed, connected in strings, and lined up from the foot of the mountain to the dense forest at the top of the mountain.

Mountain birds fly in fright, hovering over the mountains and forests.

When you go up the mountain at night, the whole village still pours out of the nest, and there must be a reason for it.

Liu Tugou thought for a while, waved his hand and said, "Let's go to the post station first, Xu Dongjiang, Fu Yangguan, you take someone to take the lead." ”

"Yes!"

Two Xuetang chiefs who followed from Shuo Fang responded to the order, riding horses like dragons, and several of their subordinates followed, one young and one middle-aged, all of them were capable and resolute and determined characters, and there was no trace of childishness and sourness.

The two dissatisfied Shi were the first to approach the post station, and did not rush to knock on the door, but diverted from the front of the door, and went around to both sides of the post station, and a few people jumped up the wall with crossbows, occupying several dangerous positions.

In the post station set up in the imperial court, not everyone can do this, but these black crows don't realize that there is anything wrong.

Yang Xiongji then arrived, riding a bull and standing in front of the gate of the post yard, looking at the closed courtyard door and tearing open the loud voice and shouting: "Come out quickly, the sky is not dark yet, why do you close the door and sleep?"

He shouted twice, and when he saw that no one answered, he was a little anxious, and said angrily: "Come on, go in and open the door!"

A black crow standing on the wall glanced back at Fu Yangguan, and saw that the head of his own family, whose cultivation was deepening day by day and the city government was getting deeper and deeper, nodded slightly, and then jumped down and opened the courtyard door from the inside.

Several crows rushed in on horseback, and in a short time they dragged out a drunk man covered in the smell of horse manure, and there was some disgusting vomit on his clothes.

This drunk man closed his eyes, drunk and weak, but his mouth refused ......to be idle, and he scolded himself: "Where did the dog come from, dare to go to the official's post station to spread wild, really if there is no king's law?

After scolding, he cried again: "It's all sacrificed, everyone is dead!"

Ren Xichou sensed it carefully, and smiled at Liu Tugou with some caution: "My lord, if the subordinates are spiritually unconscious, I am afraid that this person is the only one left in this station." ”

Liu Tugou nodded: "You are a thick accumulation, so the realm has been stabilized so quickly, I have to be embarrassed too much after several twists and turns in life and death in order to consolidate the realm that day." ”

Ren Xichou bowed his head slightly: "How can it compare to the talent of adults." ”

In his opinion, although the adults said that they had fallen to rebuild because of their unstable foundation, although he Ren Xichou had laid a solid foundation and achieved a solid initial realm of inspiration, whenever he faced the adults, he was always like facing the abyss, and there was a kind of trembling fear from the heart.

Liu Tugou smiled dumbly, this descendant of the Northern Sect of the Demon Sect really knows the current affairs, and knows how to bow low and be small, and he doesn't see half of the arrogance that a grandmaster should have, but it makes the second master of the sick Hushan who is used to seeing people's hearts a little unaccustomed.

However, as long as you have heard the song "Song of the Troubled Times" played with human skin drums and long songs to cry, who dares to ignore this old brother Ren and others?

Thinking like this, he turned his head to look at Sang Yuan.

This man, who was originally Ren Xichou's cronies, was in an awkward situation for a while, and most of the time he was silent, and only on the battlefield would he show his true face of madness and bloodthirstiness.

With Ren Xichou's achievement as a grandmaster, after the realm was improved, the hearts and minds were naturally different, and the gap between them widened, and the secular shackles that originally bound Sang Yuan were loosened, allowing him to gradually become active.

Sang Yuan noticed Liu Tugou's eyes, and immediately understood, raised his legs and jumped off the horse, and put a foot on the drunk's chest.

The drunkard's body was kicked backwards, but his shoulders were held down by a crow, and his legs were off the ground, but his upper body had to stay in place, and then he slammed flat on the ground.

The drunkard was now a little more sober, struggled to raise his head, retched, and seemed to open his mouth to vomit.

Sang Yuan frowned, put a foot on the drunk's junior's spine, pressed the drunkard's already raised upper body back to the ground, and slammed his whole face into the dirt.

Vomit!

The filth that was about to be squirted out was pressed back into his mouth and nose, and the drunk snorted in pain, and his hands and feet twitched a few times, as if it was extremely painful.

Even many black crows also twitched on their faces, and if their hearts were drowned like this, how absurd and tragic would it be?

This Sang Yuan is really inferior and difficult to change, Liu Tugou was a little helpless, waved his hand and said: "Okay, it's just a drunk, don't really kill it." ”

Sang Yuan nodded yes, squatted down and lifted the collar of the drunkard's back, shook it vigorously, and then patiently asked the drunk man with a face of dirt and filth a few words, before he looked up and said: "My lord, there should be a private wild sacrifice shrine set up by the villagers on the mountain behind this, and it is necessary to use the life to sacrifice, and today is the right time, and the villagers have gone up the mountain." ”

He said casually, and most of the crows listened to it casually, this kind of thing is rare in the relatively barren Northland Military Prefecture that can't raise mountain spirits and water monsters, but it is really common to look at Zhou Tian, and even Xu Dongjiang and other black crows whose ancestral home in the south have more or less heard and seen, not to mention that individual crows were all evil devils before they settled in the village, and they did not do this kind of immoral deeds, and it can be said that they are clear.

Zhong Lingyuxiu's mountains and rivers are inevitably some supernatural breeding, not to mention the exclusive first-class cultivation under Zhou Tian, who is not up to the bottom of the monks, and the desire for profit is consumed, relying on some means to fool the villagers, or seeking wealth and beauty, or private cultivation of Shinto, the former is fine, the latter is a violation of the taboo of national sacrifices such as the Ceres Temple, once it becomes the climate, it will inevitably attract the ruthless killing of the red-clothed temple warriors.

In other words, today's matter is in charge of the Ceres Temple, and it has nothing to do with the Black Crow Guard.

Most of the crows were not surprised, but Liu Tugou was interested.

Although Yunzhou, where Lanling is located, is remote, it is prosperous and rich enough, and it is difficult for ghosts and gods to flourish, although I heard that the barbarians in the mountains in the west all believe in evil gods and are accustomed to sacrificing people, but no one has really seen it, let alone a dog butcher.

Liu Tugou thought about it, and finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, and ordered with a smile: "There is nothing to do left and right, a few hundred cavalry commanders will follow me up the mountain to see the excitement, and the rest of the brothers will camp next to this post station, borrow the stove to make a fire to cook, all affairs are handled by Xu Dongjiang, and those who violate the order will be killed!"

Several hundred riders glanced at each other and arched their hands: "Yes!"