Outside the city of Shaoxing, mass graves

The wild dogs, their lips and tongues stained with rotten flesh, went and returned, staring at the fresh robber holes, preparing to dig away the untamped floating soil on them, dig out the carcasses inside, chew them to death, and fill their hungry stomachs.

Later, the scavenging crow, which rested on the tombstone, croaked wildly, as if seeing the intentions of the wild dogs, and kept urging the partners of the past to hurry up and present a feast of flesh and blood.

A big wild dog that has eaten too much carrion, and his physique has become extraordinarily strong, like a big wild dog like a little donkey, and the thick bloodshot in his eyes floats out, and when the sky is dim, it spews out a long red light, almost demonized.

With a gentle step, it crept to the front of the cave, carefully bent its head, and sniffed softly. Just as the dingo companion and the crow allies were about to watch the joke unexpectedly, the dingo mob suddenly sensed the danger and hurriedly retreated.

At that moment, a bony arm poked out of the gloomy cavern, as fast as an arrow from a string, and its five fingers were pinched into the shape of a sword, and it slammed up through the head of the wild dog mob.

Immediately afterward, before the wild dogs of the little donkey could struggle, they were dragged into the burrow by the strange hand, and after a few moments, the wild dogs and the crows heard the sound of flesh being bitten, juice splashing in all directions, bones being gnawed, and crumbs chewing repeatedly.

With a clatter, the scavenging crow woke up and flapped its wings and fled again, and the wild dogs were also frightened, and they scattered in all directions, deciding to stay away from the tomb, which had become particularly terrifying.

It didn't take long for the blood-drinker to crawl out of the ground with both hands, and although his head and face were covered in the blood of wild dog monsters, his red hair, the lime that he had not had time to remove and the blood of the dogs, the smell of fishy smell rose with the thick smoke rising into the sky, and he made a series of sounds of corroded flesh and skin, but he still survived.

Bathed in the moonlight again, the man looked up to the sky and roared, looking extremely crazy, until a night breeze blew and swept away his wet hair, revealing his true face.

It turned out to be a famous Fengyue place in Shaoxing City, Yang Wei, a gangster who ran errands in the happy forest, and the wounds on the back of his head and spine had long since healed, but it was a pity that his legs were crushed by the wheels of the carriage, and the injuries of crushing burst fractures were not even able to be used.

If it weren't for his strong request, the two extra stump legs would have been cut off by the life-saving teacher a long time ago, but now they have become an additional drag.

Yang Wei stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then, with extraordinary inspiration, he found two rusty iron swords that could be used in the mass grave, and transformed them into cane-like cane swords, barely supporting his body.

"If I hadn't met the teacher and received the grace of his old man's reconstruction, my little life would have been gone. Now that I'm still alive, one is to take revenge, and the second is to make a name for myself in the rivers and lakes. ”

"The first small goal is easy for me now. As for the reputation on the rivers and lakes, challenging the famous may be a serious way, but the fame of the heroes of the white road is not as fast as cutting the heroes of the underworld. ”

With a certain mind, Yang Wei left the mass grave with a sword in both hands instead of his legs, and ran towards Shaoxing City not far away, where he wanted to slaughter Hong Xing, the adopted son of the "fishing tyrant" in the grass market in the north of the city, and the culprit who caused him to fall into such a miserable situation.

It didn't take long for Yang Wei to come to the front of the city, and found that the city gate had long been closed, so he sighed in his heart, rested for a while, and after recovering his breath, he plunged his sword into the mud rammed city wall with both hands, and climbed up alternately with his extraordinary wrist strength.

The world has been peaceful for a long time, far away in the south of the Yangtze River water town of Shaoxing, prosperous as in the past, perhaps from time to time there are rumors, the northern border states were invaded by the Liao State, and the aristocratic private army frequently went south to fight the grass valley. In the northwest area, the Western Xia soldiers and horses are ready to knock at any time, but unfortunately they are too far away, and neither the people nor the rivers and lakes are concerned about this.

Because of this, the city defense of Shaoxing City was quite lax, so that Yang Wei made such a big movement in the dead of night, and no one even noticed it, allowing him to sneak into the city.

Next is the drama of revenge, Li Xuan, who is firmly seated in the county government's internal prison, turned his eyebrows and ghost eyes, no longer paying attention to Yang Wei's next move, but falling on Song Zhong, who is half human and half demon.

The grandmother who raised him was very old, and when she heard that her only grandson was arguing with someone, she inadvertently killed her employer, and was handed a piece of paper to the county government by the employer's family, and was sentenced to death on the spot.

Even if the neighbors take care of her from time to time, she is old after all, and her life is like a candle in the wind that will go out, and she must not be able to last long.

Knowing this from the teacher of Entong Reconstruction, Song Zhong, who was so anxious, was running in the streets and alleys shrouded in the night, and the rats who had only appeared in the night vaguely noticed a figure, rushing by as fast as the wind, with a ghost-like look on his face.

Li Xuan was distracted and used for two purposes, relying on Song Zhong's breath to find where his grandmother was, and noticed that the old man's aura was weak and dim, and immediately understood that the half-demon under his command was probably not able to see the last side of the only relative in the world.

"I'm afraid I'll have to go myself. ”

After the five ghosts received the order, they teamed up to perform the handling technique, moved Li Xuan out of the inner prison and appeared in front of a simple and dilapidated poor house.

In the room, the old man's fire of life became more and more dim, slowly descending at a speed visible to the eyes, like an hourglass near the end, as time passed, the sand particles continued to fall, and the three souls and seven spirits began to float, ready to leave the body.

At this moment, Song Zhong, who was still on the road, sinked down violently, as if he sensed something, and burned the essence in his body at all costs, and his speed suddenly doubled, and the whole person was like an arrow from the string, rushing into the simple and dilapidated but still warm little home.

When she was dying, her grandmother heard the unusual movement, and her energy increased brightly, and she struggled to half-sit up, and her bright eyes saw her grandson's return, and she thought she was dreaming.

However, the flesh-and-blood family affection told the old man that everything that happened in front of him was true. She nodded slightly, and the sad look on her face disappeared like the spring sun turning into snow, revealing a still kind smile.

"Good, good, good......"

The grandmother said three good words in a row, and the last flame of life was extinguished, and the half-seated body sank heavily, and with a bang, she died.

Song Zhong felt the same way, his heart trembled violently, he felt that it was all dark in front of him, the sky was spinning, he hugged his head and cried violently, and his pain was like a tide, completely engulfing it.

Li Xuan was accustomed to seeing life and death parting, and when he saw the pain of his apprentice at this time, he couldn't help but sigh lightly: "Sadness can come as much as you want, but it must pass as soon as possible." ”

In a word, Song Zhong has really become the end!