It's another year, and the days of the rivers and lakes are rushing by.

There is not a day when the blood has faded, and there is not a day when the waves have calmed.

The night of Beacon Ridge, there are no stars. The blood moon reflects the sky. The air was filled with a chaotic fog, with a dull sense of depression, forcing all the lives of the four fields to fall silent.

Inauspicious.

Duan Ting's relatives went upstairs and looked into the distance. The black and undulating mountains in the distance are like galloping, and they are like a magic dance. The eyes are full of mysterious and unpredictable black unknowns. Duanjiazhai is surrounded by this unknown, guarding the tranquility of the land under his feet year after year. Just pray that every night will pass quickly, so that those demonic forces who can only survive in the dark will have no chance.

The quiet cottage behind him, I just hope it will be quiet forever.

I don't know why, recently, Chu Tao sent several pigeon books in a row, saying that Jiang Shaoyun was about to move recently, and persuaded him to stay away from here. Unexpectedly, the tone of the next few pigeon letters was so stiff that it was like an order, and he was angry, but he ignored Chu Tao's news.

There have been similar messages in the past, but nothing has ever happened. He is convinced that for many years, Jiang Shaoyun has forgotten him in these days with the tiger. He washed his hands and stayed out of the matter, which was a gold medal for avoiding death.

What's more, if there is any movement in the Beacon Ridge, he Duan Tingyuan will not get any news? Jiang Shaoyun must at least have a large-scale personnel transfer! What's more, the old man who was hidden in the depths of the Beacon Ridge has not had any news.

But the uneasiness in my heart was exacerbated by the darkness of the night.

Suddenly, in the distance, behind the undulating ridges, the faint light of the fire flickered and loomed, and then hid itself in a cloud of smoke for a while. He rubbed his eyes in a daze, and the firelight gathered even more strangely.

Whoosh, as swift as lightning, pierced the night sky and slammed into the closed gate.

A faint scent of tung oil slowly spread around.

"Not good!" Duan Tingyuan shouted loudly. All the uneasiness turned into reality in an instant.

The guards were alarmed and in confusion.

"When, when, when!" the heavy alarm bell rang out as if it were dying, waking people up in the muddy. Patches of white shadows emerged from everywhere in an instant, flying towards the isolated Duanjiazhai. It's really a white-clothed holy envoy!

The roar of weapons shook the sky, almost engulfing Duanjiazhai. The three servants hurriedly came to report that the three walled gates were besieged at the same time, the road behind the mountain was blocked by huge stones, the fire on the road near the river had started, the dock was burned, and Jiang Shaoyun personally led people to charge the battle at the main gate! That is to say, the waterway was impassable, the mountain road was impassable, and it was also whimsical to want to go out to the main gate.

The massacre that had been planned for a long time, Duan Tingyuan understood it. As soon as the palm of the hand was forced, the quick knife that had not been stained with blood for many years came out of its sheath. Since it is not allowed to put down the knife, there is only a desperate fight. Even if the prestige of the Western Regions Heroes back then was already a thing of the past. Ten thousand arrows were fired at the battlement of the walled gate, but the arrow feathers deviated towards the four fields in the cold sword light, and there was no threat. It was as if there was an unbreakable shield covering this group of killers.

Immediately, snowflakes of white shadows had climbed the wooden wall.

However, the people guarding the gate only felt weak. None of the swords, guns, shields, and swords can be lifted easily. More people are top-heavy and, after being woken up, are back to sleeping. In a daze, more than half of it fell.

Duan Tingyuan also suddenly felt dizzy: "Could it be poisoned?" He immediately thought of the creek in front of Duan's village, where the jackdaws were originally playing in the water, but now, there were only the corpses of dead birds and dead fish.