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After years of bloody rain,

Can you sleep with a tiger on the couch?

The ghost has passed away,

The bladeless broken sword fell into the world.

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The terrifying scenes continued, like the feathered arrows that were shot coldly, pointing straight to the point and killing them.

Now, Yang Ao and the others are not only faced with the greater problem of opening the city gate, but also discover two terrifying facts. One is that the dead bodies seem to have been coated with a layer of wax or lacquer, and I don't know what they are used for. Second, the hanging human heads were gouged out of their eyes, and the word "ghost" was scribbled on their foreheads with a red pen.

The dead and tragic ghost town, the corpses hanging all over the city, and the cold arrows looming like ghosts...... The mysteries are one after another, just like the tide of Qiantang on August 18, constantly generating, intensifying, and overlapping, until the waves curb the clouds!

......

Crossing the drawbridge, the foothold is facing the closed gate.

Looking up, the city wall dozens of feet high is like a cliff that reaches into the sky, and there is no possibility of climbing it with bare hands. If you want to open this door, there is only one way, and that is to go up to the tower, climb inside, and open the latch that crosses it. But right now, not to mention the long ladder for the siege, there is not even a long rope......

Yang Ao's mind suddenly lit up, and he glanced at Xue Yu, and thought of a very crazy idea.

Aren't there all the dead bodies hanging on the wall, and the horrific human heads?!

"You don't mean to ——?" Xue Yu's clear eyes widened, and after only half a sentence, he didn't dare to say any more. Because, this idea is indeed too crazy! But when he saw the other party's resolute and sure eyes, a sense of emotion and admiration could not help but arise spontaneously, so he nodded and said, "I'll go up with you!"

"Childe, what are you going to do?" Shi Zhongyue didn't understand the thoughts of these two, and shouted in a lost voice: "If you want to go up, we will come first!"

"You're all old bones, you can't do this job. Xue Yu shook the folding fan, and said half-seriously, half-humorously: "It's still me and Brother Yang, you pay attention to the guy who released the cold arrow, I don't want to be shot into a hedgehog halfway." Also, now that we are in the open, that guy is hiding in the dark, Uncle Zhang and Yang Xiaomei don't know martial arts, the second elder must be careful!"

Yang Ruoqing saw that the young man in the green shirt did not forget to remind him of his safety, and two blushes appeared on his pink little face.

Seeing Yang Ao in front and Xue Yu behind, the two of them each found a corpse hanging above their heads, and with a vertical soles of their feet, they had already grabbed the black purple corpse and leaped up!

Well, this picture is indeed too terrifying and terrifying, and it is limited by the acceptance of the viewers, so it is not necessary to describe it with much pen and ink. It's just that no matter how bold the two of them are, when they cling to the rotten corpse, especially when they grab a slippery and greasy thing similar to corpse oil, there is still a chill of fear in their hearts.

Fortunately, these strange corpses did not have any abnormal movements, and the hard ones should be dead. And the long rope was thick enough that it wasn't broken. The two of them didn't dare to stop for a while, trying to restrain the nausea churning in their stomachs, using their hands and feet together, like two apes in the deep mountains and old forests, quickly climbing the long rope and climbing up against the gap in the wall bricks.

This concentration held his breath, and the speed of climbing was also quite fast, and the people below almost blinked, and Yang Xue and the others had already reached half the height of the city wall.

At this moment, the sky has darkened, and the blue moon is like water, and the cold moon like a hook quietly picks up the treetops in the east.

With the faintly discernible light, Yang Ao raised his eyes to look at the approaching city. The inky black battlements, with square heads and square heads, high and low, resemble a row of strange ghosts. I was still wondering what happened to a good end of a Jialan City, and it became this ghostly appearance, when I felt that the cold stars in the upper right flashed, and several cold arrows pierced the twilight again and flew in!

"Fuck!" In a hurry, Yang Ao burst into foul mouth again, and his heart was on fire—this despicable villain who only knew how to put cold arrows! couldn't help but blurt out: "You have a special kind of jumping out, let's compare!" cursed in his mouth, his hand didn't stop, and he blocked the two or three feathered arrows with a few swords. Looking at the side again, Xue Yu also folded his fan and danced frequently, blocking several cold arrows.

"Why don't you wait for me!"

Yang Ao was furious, and he didn't care what Sven Li counted! He used his hands and feet to speed up the pace of climbing, and now all he wanted was to hurry up to the top of the city, pull out the mongrel who frequently cast cold arrows, and slash it with a sword!

When I was a child, I listened to my parents say that walking the rivers and lakes, whether you are a chivalrous man or a bandit, you have to talk about some rules. And the dart game is all over the world, and it is also important to be upright and courteous. It's a pity that since I came into contact with the real rivers and lakes, I found that these words are all unrealistic truths. The corrupt officials and hooligans in the City Lord's Mansion, as well as the apostasy of Li Yuan halfway, are sanctimonious and unscrupulous on the surface, but they are full of insidious and cunning bad water in their bones.

In this last days when heaven and reason are declining and humanity is annihilated, who will still preach morality to you?

Yang Ao, who was completely enraged by the unbearable cold arrow, was already angry at this time, his eyes were red, and his face was full of hideousness. He clenched his broken blade, twisted his eyebrows and roared like a wolf, one step away from the city!

Just when the soles of my feet were exerting force, and I was about to jump up, I suddenly saw a silver light flashing behind the black battlements, and then I felt that the long rope in my hand was like a leather band that had lost its strength, and suddenly loosened down, but the rope tied to the head of the city was chopped off by someone with a knife!

I couldn't help but be shocked. Slow to say that this place is dozens of feet high from the ground, so if you don't fall into a meatloaf, you will fall half to death, let's just say that two clusters of cold arrows have just been sent from about 100 meters away from the upper right, how come there was another sneak attack almost at the same time, but in a different location?

Is there more than one person on the tower in this city?

Or, if there is only one person, then this person actually moved a hundred meters in an instant!

This kind of ghostly speed is absolutely unremarkable!

The calcium carbide spark in his brain "sparked" straight up, and his body reacted quickly. Yang Ao shook off the already cut rope with one hand, and simply used the long rope as a leather whip, hitting it towards the place where the blade silver light was emitted just now, and at the same time driving the divine breath in his body, pouring all his strength, swinging his sword straight into the city wall brick in front of him!

With a "ding" sound, the bladeless broken sword was inserted into the incomparably solid wall brick, and with the force of the fall, it cut a vertical groove about half a meter long before stopping. And the end of the rope that was thrown out also "snapped" and struck in the darkness behind the battlement, as if it had hit something hard.

At the same time, Xue Yu beside him exclaimed, but his rope was also chopped off!

Yang Ao was originally half a step ahead, but he just slid down a section, just moving to the lower left of Xue Yu. Seeing that the little brother who had helped him all the way suddenly stumbled and fell, he didn't think about it, so he changed to his left hand and held the sword in his left hand, swung his body to the right, stretched out his right arm and went to fish. But the speed of the other party's fall was too fast, and the person didn't hold it, only grabbed the broken rope that fell together.

The huge gravity pulled the rope, and immediately grinded a large string of blood blisters from the clenched palm, but there was no pain at all. I don't know where the strength came from, Yang Ao roared, his two toes with the help of the slight angle of the city wall, trying to step on the edge of the protruding city bricks, and his right hand quickly wrapped the rope around his arm, gritting his teeth and holding on.

The people standing under the city were all frightened by the thrilling scene above their heads, especially Yang Ruoqing, who covered her face with her hands and didn't dare to look at it again. The second elder of Songshi and Uncle Zhang were also panicked, and they were anxious with bitter faces.

"Brother, hurry up...... Come up!" Yang Ao had already broken his neck and roared hard. With the strength of one hand that grabbed the hilt of the sword, he had to bear himself, Xue Yu, and the corpse hanging at the end of the rope, the weight of these three had reached hundreds of catties, if it weren't for the support of the sword god Yuanyang, he would have already taken it out.

Xue Yu knew that the situation was extremely dangerous at the moment, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly kicked the city wall, and with a lot of force in his hand, he had already climbed back to Yang Ao's side with two handfuls, and threw the dead rope with his hand, grabbing the bloody, but very warm palm.

"Let's go up!"

Yang Ao pulled Xue Yu's arm and lifted him up by half a body, and then simply grabbed the other party's belt, snorted, arched his foot a little, and pulled out the broken sword inserted in the wall with his left hand, and both jumped onto the city!

As soon as his foot landed, the bladeless broken sword had been changed to his right hand, sweeping the darkness in front of him.

If the estimation is correct, there should be a black hand with a knife hidden there, and perhaps, a set of crossbows that have not been shot.

However, the dragon roared like the sea, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, but it only drew a fluent arc, and nothing was cut!

This sense of loss with nowhere to go is like accumulating strength for a long time and punching the soft cotton, which makes people have a crazy impulse.

Is the other party a human or a ghost? Why is it uncertain, flickering from east to west? Now, just play missing!

Looking at the city wall again, the arrow tower, which was supposed to be majestic and tall, has been dilapidated, ruined, and collapsed everywhere, as if it had suffered a serious artillery bombardment. On a pile of scattered beams, pillars, bricks and tiles, there is a white background horizontal plaque folded in two. Through the dimming skylight, I could barely make out the black wood carving text left on it, but it was the four strong characters of "Southern Lock Key".

"Brother Yang, look over there!"

Xue Yu pushed Yang Ao's arm, raised the folding fan and pointed to the platform not far from him.

I saw a platform about five or six zhang square, densely stacked with more than ten black lacquer coffins!

These coffins are all made of the same material, the same form, and the same color, and should be made in unison. But looking at the direction of the placement, it is horizontal and vertical, intertwined with each other, and seems to form a special symbol.

Yang Ao nodded fixedly, no more, no less, exactly twelve.