"By the way, why did you come to the mansion so early today, what's the matter with me?"

Lao Wang turned his head, looked at him and asked.

These words brought Yao Qian back to his senses from his contemplation, glanced at the two figures who had disappeared without a trace, and suppressed the doubts in his heart.

turned around and looked at Old Uncle Wang.

"Uncle, I came here to say goodbye to my uncle, and after three days in Pingyang City, it should be time to go back to Kunyang to report on my work, and secondly, I want to ask my uncle about the specific information about the Black Mountain Pirates? I know that my uncle must know a lot of news that I don't know. ”

He squeezed a smile on his face and said.

"Black Mountain thieves, what's the matter, did they commit something and you caught them?"

At the mention of the Black Mountain Thief, the expression on Lao Wang's face also became grim, and he asked in a deep voice.

"That's not true, it's just that their seven masters died at my hands!"

Yao Qian didn't want to hide it, so he said it directly.

"Why is the ghost face unequaled? you ......"

Lao Wang's face was shocked, but when he saw Yao Gan standing in front of him in a dignified manner, he knew that he should not be injured, so he took a good look at him carefully before he said.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, Yuanzhen, your martial arts cultivation is really a thousand miles in a day, in a short period of time, even a master like Ghost Face He Wushuang is not your opponent, but died in your hands. ”

His eyes lit up before he continued.

"As for the Black Mountain Bandits, it's not surprising that Yuan Zhen doesn't know, they have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and their stronghold is in a hidden place on the periphery of the Black Corpse Mountain Range, inaccessible, ordinary people don't know it at all, and it is even more difficult to find out their details, so let's take you to meet someone now, he knows a lot about the Black Mountain Bandits......"

Speaking of this person, Lao Wang sighed, as if he had thought of something bad, and then glanced at him, still uneasy.

"Yuan Zhen, this Black Mountain Bandit is by no means a simple bandit, you have to be careful......"

"Uncle, don't worry, I haven't lived long enough, and I will protect my little life. ”

Yao Qian knew what Lao Wang was worried about, but he and Lao Wang had different ideas.

Old Uncle Wang is middle-aged, his spirit has been lost, he is happy to live in peace, and he believes in the golden mean, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth.

And he ......

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

..................

Driving......

On the winding avenue like a long snake, a 'clang' sound was heard in the distance, and after a while, the figure of a knight on a horse was seen constantly expanding.

Yao Qian flicked the horsewhip, and the yellow huss that sat down kicked all over his body, and his speed was even faster by three points, and a yellow dust rolled up behind him, like a rolling yellow dragon, constantly extending and spreading.

The whip in his hand kept urging, and he sat down and galloped quickly, like a gust of wind.

He was still thinking about the man who Lao Wang showed him today.

Tragic!

Yao Qian finally understood why Lao Wang sighed, it was really that person's situation was too miserable.

He had always thought that he was ruthless enough, but when he saw the person in front of him, even he felt a chill in his heart.

Human!

Human torture!

His hands and feet were cut off, his eyes were blinded, and his ears, nose, and tongue were cut off.

The whole person was tortured and only a small lump was left, crumpled and covered in scarred injuries.

Even just looking at it will make you have nightmares at night.

But it is such a person who still survives tenaciously, so he has to sigh the tenacity of life.

It's similar to the terrifying world in front of him, even if there are all kinds of monsters and weirdness, causing all kinds of casualties, but the people of Qianshou are still living tenaciously like weeds.

As he urged the horses, his mind was recalling the crooked handwriting that the man had written on the paper with the tip of his pen in his mouth, and every word and sentence seemed like weeping blood.

His chest seemed to be a little stuffy, his mouth was dry, and even a guy like him who didn't care about the lives of others felt a little depressed.

There are no words to describe it!

The horses galloped quickly, gusts of wind poured into him, and the weeds and trees on both sides of the loess avenue retreated.

I don't know how long it took, but the silhouette of a village in front of him slowly revealed in his eyes.

The silhouette became clearer and larger, and soon he came to the avenue at the entrance of the village.

"Calling for ......"

Reaching out and tugging on the reins, the yellow horse slowed down and stopped.

Turning over and dismounting, he looked at the sky, it was already sunset, and the strong sunlight shone down, making his eyes narrow.

Turning around and looking at the yellow horse, this gallop, the yellow horse has almost reached the limit, and needs to rest and eat to replenish his strength. And he was also going to eat something, replenish some water, and rush back to Kunyang all the way.

He led the horse from the intersection into the village and walked in.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The sound of the horses stamping on the ground and making an empty sound reached his ears.

He frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Looking inside along the entrance of the village, I could only see a few sparse smoke curling up, but there was not a single figure around, and the whole village was quiet.

After walking dozens of meters inside, there was still no trace of anyone, not even a ghost.

His face was already gloomy.

Suddenly, he moved his nose and took a deep breath, and a faint smell of blood escaped the air and was spotted by him.

"It's not good, it's bloody!"

At the moment when the thought in his heart came to him.

Whew......

More than a dozen jet-black arrows dragged a long black shadow, let out a sharp roar that pierced the air, and stabbed towards him.

If you are stabbed by these sharp arrows at once, you will definitely be pierced into a hedgehog.

His heart moved, he jumped up, his body turned over, and the bloody killing knife on his waist had been 'banged', and he pulled out of the sheath.

The Blood Killing Knife swung out, slammed into the two black arrow shadows in front of him, and made a 'ding' sound, knocking them out, and at the same time, his body scurried out like a cheetah, and slammed into the door of a closed house.

Boom!

A bang!

His body smashed the door straight into it, and the broken pieces of wood splattered out in all directions.

His figure flashed into the room, and there was no shadow to be seen.

The body is short, and the bloody breath in the nose is even stronger.

When I looked up, there was the corpse of a young man lying on the ground in front of me, his face was hideous and pale, and tears of struggle could be seen in his eyes, and several children's arm-thick blood holes on his back penetrated his body, and a large pool of blood flowed on the ground and gradually dried up.

Behind the corpse, there was a wooden bed.

On the wooden bed, a piece of clothing was torn into rags, and the corpse of the red fruit girl could not hide the spring light, her eyes were dull and hollow and stiff looking at the roof.

He walked over and looked, frowned, and in the woman's lower body, a broken spear pierced through it and pierced into the abdomen, apparently the woman was already dead.

And on the other side of the woman's corpse, there was the body of a baby.

The baby was about eight or nine months old, but he was covered in blood and stained the bed under him red.

A wound on the upper part of the body stretched from the bottom of the neck to the middle of the legs, as if killing a chicken, completely dissecting the baby's belly, and the intestines and internal organs inside could be faintly seen.

It's slow to describe in words, but it's all instantaneous.

At this moment, another round of sharp arrows shot into the house.

Whew......