This river and lake has never been less killing.

But no matter how big the hatred is, killing people is not enough, but it is rarely as shocking as what Jiang Xiaoman saw today.

The man who sat under the dead wood like a puddle of mud, Jiang Xiaoman remembered that it seemed to be called Xu Zhong, and he also had a twin brother named Xu Yi, who was lying not far away, and his body was separated.

In the dark woods, there were more than 100 corpses, all of them were residents who had migrated out of Zhuxian Town yesterday and chose to leave, all of them were old, young, women and children, but all of them had turned into cold corpses.

Xu Zhong opened his eyes and looked at the three teenagers in front of him, his eyes widened unwillingly: "For...... Why?"

Jiang Xiaoman was stunned, squatted down and put his hand in front of his forehead, temporarily hanging Xu Zhong's life with his own strength, and asked softly, "What?"

Xu Zhong smiled miserably, his throat rolled up and down, his voice was as miserable as a ghost, and he immediately said angrily: "Why? Why didn't you agree to go north with us yesterday?"

Although he only had one breath left, his eyes were shining with hatred, not for the bandits who wanted the lives of his wife and children, but for this young man who was now willing to help him continue his life with his own strength, he exhausted all his strength to raise his bloody hand, tremblingly pointed to the corpses in front of him, and said coldly: "The surname Jiang, they could have lived, but it was because of you, because of your hard-hearted heart yesterday, that they all lost their lives." You remember, even if I, Xu Zhong, become a powerful ghost, I will never let you go!"

"I remember. Jiang Xiaoman withdrew the hand that was stroking Xu Zhong's forehead, stood up and looked at the man who was staring at him viciously like a poisonous snake at this time, nodded, and spoke softly.

"What's the matter with Jiang Xiaoworm, why do you say that!" The little girl hid behind Jiang Xiaoman, her head resting on the young man's back, although she didn't dare to look up at the bloody and ghost-like face, she still mustered up the courage to complain indignantly for Jiang Xiaoworm.

It's a pity that the middle-aged man named Xu Zhong can't hear it anymore, he has run out of oil and lamps, and those words have exhausted all his strength, and he raised his hand to point at the young man holding the silver gun in front of him, as if he wanted to say something more, but just opened his mouth, and his hand was already hanging down weakly.

Jiang Xiaoman sighed lightly, raised his hand and slowly closed his round open eyes, and he suddenly understood why Aunt Hu was so angry before.

For those who don't know how to be grateful, everything becomes a matter of course.

Xu Zhong only felt that it was because Jiang Xiaoman did not agree to go with them all the way, and all these people who were harmed lost their lives.

Therefore, when he was dying, he did not resent the robbers who killed his whole family, but resented the young man who had given his food to each of them.

The selfishness of human nature is vividly interpreted by Xu Zhong.

He didn't think about Jiang Xiaoman's obligation to go with them to be the thankless 'bodyguard' for these people who were already disgusted.

I wouldn't even think that if the young man had agreed to go with them, the bandits would be fierce, would they have lost their lives together with Jiang Xiaoman?

"Jiang Gongzi doesn't need to care, some people are like this, they never know how to be satisfied, and they don't know how to be grateful. If you give him an apple, he'll blame you for not peeling it for him. Miss Xiao stood behind Jiang Xiaoman and spoke softly, but she immediately said the young man's heart at a glance.

Jiang Xiaoman stood up, shook his head and said softly: "I don't care, it's just that I don't have much intersection, I just feel a little pity." These people were completely blinded by the sudden arrival of wealth, but they forgot the simple truth that the puppet was innocent and guilty. ”

As he spoke, he said to himself: "They don't understand, will that old man not understand, but there is no point of breakage, so I will say that they will regret it." ”

Miss Xiao was stunned, looking at the bloody in front of her thoughtfully.

Jiang Xiaoman shrugged his shoulders and said to the two girls behind him: "You go back to the car first, since you have met, there is no reason to let them be in the wilderness." ”

Kyushu is talking about entering the soil for peace, Jiang Xiaoman certainly doesn't like the style of Li Xiaoshan and the two brothers of the Xu family, but the dead are the greatest, and they can't really let them bury their bones in the mountains and forests like this, and finally feed those mountain wolves and beasts.

Xiao Ying shook her head and said softly, "I'll stay and help you!"

Ji Xiaoyue raised her head boldly, looked at Jiang Xiaoman, and said in a trembling voice: "Jiang ...... Jiang Xiaoworm, I will also help you. ”

The little girl was obviously afraid, but she just didn't want to leave.

Although it was not unheard of when I was in Fancheng before, it was the first time that it was as tragic as it was in front of me, and the stumps and broken arms were scattered in the forest, like a Shura field.

At this time, only staying by Jiang Xiaoworm's side can make her feel at ease.

Jiang Xiaoman frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "What are you messing around, it's unlucky for girls to touch these things!"

He was resolute and refused to give up a single step.

Ji Xiaoyue lowered her head, and she couldn't care about Jiang Xiaoworm, who frowned again, and whispered cowardly: "That...... Then I'll be standing outside the woods, don't let me go back to the carriage, I'm afraid!"

Jiang Xiaoman thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's okay, you and Miss Xiao are waiting outside the forest, I'll bury these people, let's go." ”

The young man looked back, and when he was sure that Ji Xiaoyue and Xiao Ying were far away, he couldn't help but sit on the ground, his face gradually pale.

After a long time, Jiang Xiaoman slowly exhaled a breath, stood up and chose a spacious place, and smashed a deep pit of more than ten zhang on the ground with the silver gun in his hand.

When all the more than 100 corpses were moved into the deep pit, he only felt that his stomach was turning over, and he simply hadn't eaten anything since last night, otherwise he was really afraid that he would vomit.

just entered this river and lake, although he had also killed two people who should be killed by the hand of Bai Xian in Jincheng, and he had also killed him in the battlefield where he didn't know whether it was a dream or an illusion, and he was like a Shura, and his robe was stained with blood and killed to madness.

But when you really face such a tragic scene in reality, you will inevitably feel a lot of discomfort in your heart.

Standing in front of the huge mound of earth, Jiang Xiaoman stabilized his mind, untied the wine jug that Aunt Luo gave him from his waist, lifted the lid and poured a big sip on his head, then tilted the wine jug and poured the pale red wine on the ground, and poured the rest of the wine on his hands, washing away the blood that had just been contaminated, and then he took the spear next to him and slowly walked out of the dark and lightless forest.

The two girls stood outside the forest without saying a word, and when they saw Jiang Xiaoman coming out, they were all overjoyed, and hurriedly greeted them.

Jiang Xiaoman did not withdraw the silver gun in his hand into the purple sandalwood gun magazine behind his back, but held it tightly in his hand, he looked at Ji Xiaoyue and Xiao Ying with a calm face, and said softly: "I want to go to Nanling Ferry and kill a few people." ”

Although the voice was soft, it was a little cold, hiding a chilling killing intent.

Ji Xiaoyue looked at Jiang Xiaoman, whose temperament suddenly became a little unfamiliar, held Xiao Ying's hand tightly, and said stubbornly: "I'm going too, if you're going to kill someone, then I'll help you lift your sword." ”

The little girl felt that as long as it was something that the teenager believed, there would be no mistake.

So Ji Xiaoyue wouldn't ask Jiang Xiaoman why he wanted to kill, he would only care about whether he could be by his side.

Xiao Ying took Ji Xiaoyue's hand, she could feel the coldness from the little girl's palm, she looked up at Jiang Xiaoman, and asked with a shallow smile, "Do you need us to accompany you?"

There is no need to deliberately guess Xiao Ying, she also knows that Jiang Xiaoman must have discovered something in the forest just now, and knows that the bandit who slaughtered the people of Zhuxian Town is now at Nanling Ferry, so she doesn't ask more.

Jiang Xiaoman smiled, this time he didn't refuse, just nodded lightly and said, "It's okay!"

The three of them walked back to the carriage and untied the reins, and Jiang Xiaoman turned over and rode on the back of Lu Ma Xiaobai first.

Miss Xiao has good riding skills, and she turned over and sat smoothly on the back of one of the sturdy horses of the 'Wild Flying Sand' with a light touch on the ground, stepping on the stirrups lightly, quite a bit of a woman's taste.

Ji Xiaoyue was small, and she couldn't do it on horseback after tossing for a long time, so she couldn't help but stand there and sulk.

The corners of Jiang Xiaoman's mouth were warm, he took Xiaobai's reins and walked to the little girl, leaned down and raised his hand at Ji Xiaoyue, and chuckled: "Give me my hand." ”

The little girl's face turned red, and she felt that her heart was beating fast, and she couldn't help but turn her head and pout: "Dengzi, who wants to ride a horse with you!"

Between the stalemate, a little donkey with gray and white fur walked briskly, kicked from behind the carriage and slowly came to the little girl, gently rubbed the little girl's arm with his head, and then bowed his back slightly, signaling for Ji Xiaoyue to come up.

"Ahh

As he spoke, he said proudly to Jiang Xiaoworm: "See, I don't ride a horse!

The corners of Jiang Xiaoman's mouth twitched slightly, glared at the little donkey who was not in the right way with him, and turned the horse's head stupidly.

The little donkey shook its head triumphantly and wagged its tail at the boy as if in demonstration.

"Little Gray Gray, let's go!Follow Jiang Xiaoworm to kill!" Ji Xiaoyue happily turned over and sat on Little Gray Gray's back, letting out a string of silver bell-like laughter.

Jiang Xiaoman sat on the back of the horse and couldn't help but stumble, this girl is not really nervous, what is there to be happy about killing someone......

Xiao Ying walked between the two, covering her mouth and snickering, she was really a little envious of Ji Xiaoyue's character.

Three people and three riders, galloping all the way along the river.

Nanling Ferry, located in the middle reaches of the Lancang River, has been abandoned for a long time.

Although it is no longer in use, it was once prosperous.

At its peak, there were nearly 10,000 people who relied on water and draught to live here, and taverns and inns were readily available, and there were more than 1,000 Baizhanglou ships that traveled between the north and south regions in one day.

If it weren't for the fact that the border army of the fifth generation of Daxia Town broke through Cangyue Mountain with a shot, which affected the Lancang River and caused the river to be rerouted, it would inevitably gradually develop into a small town here.

More than two miles away, Jiang Xiaoman could still see in front of the ferry, which had gradually become large-scale but had to be abandoned by the former owner, and the houses and streets with Northland characteristics were dilapidated and dilapidated.

Even if it has been abandoned for a long time, it is difficult to hide the glory of the past.

At the entrance of the town, there is a big apricot yellow flag, waving in the wind, and the four big characters of 'for the sky' are written.

Obviously, after the departure of the original residents, there is now a new owner here.

"Acting for the heavens?"

Jiang Xiaoman rode his horse and stood up, read it lightly in his mouth, and laughed.

He rolled over and dismounted, and lightly grasped the silver spear of gentian.

With the other hand, he pulled out the long sword with the edge of the sword glowing with demonic blood from his waist, and his eyes were extremely cold.

Guns and swords have never been toys that can be used as heroes and children.

For Jiang Xiaoman, the gentian silver spear and the Zhuxian sword in his hand are the best carving knives.

And the stories of the rivers and lakes also need to be written with blood as ink.