Jianghuxing

I worked until late at night, looking up to see that the moon was in the middle of the sky. The night air in the mountains was blowing, but I was sweating hot from digging holes and digging soil.

I dragged the last dude by the leg and dragged him into the pit and began to fill it in. When he threw it down, I saw that someone was still with his eyes wide open, as if there was still some misunderstanding about this world, and I didn't want him to walk away without closing his eyes, so I reached out and smoothed him out.

I think I've been much bolder, and I've been working for a few days, and a few days ago I was still apprehensive about doing this in the middle of the day, and now I've dared to touch the faces of dead people in the middle of the night.

In fact, what sustained me was all vanity. I always look forward to returning to the state in the future to see how the dog's son Zhang Liao bragged to him: How is it? I haven't seen it? More than 80 people before and after were killed by a single move, and it was your father and I who personally buried the corpses of these unlucky people!

I couldn't help but be proud, as if I saw Zhang Wenyuan's black face reddening, and I wanted to refute but was told by Lu Bu that it was the truth, and then I didn't know where I learned a set of good martial arts to kill ghosts and gods, and Zhang Wenyuan's dog face was longer than a horse.

Just when I was about to burst out laughing, I suddenly felt as if someone was staring at me in the dark. It was definitely not a delusion or a conjecture, yes, it did feel that there were people in this village standing here with me at the same time, and that intuition in the breath was not wrong.

All my hairs exploded at once, and I even felt like my hair was standing on end at the roots.

I immediately went for my knife and found that I had already thrown aside the nine-ring goose wing knife that had fallen straight down the waist of my pants because of my work. I wanted to rush over and pick it up, but I was afraid of attracting the attention of that person, but that person didn't have the intention of killing me, but when he saw me touching the weapon, he had to strike first.

I pretended to fan myself with my hands, pretending to be working very hot, but in fact I was so frightened from my tail bones to my ankles that the wind fanned me one by one, and I felt like an invisible female ghost was breathing at me.

"Where's my water?" I grinned and groped around, slowly approaching my big ring knife. At this time, my ears were about as high as those of donkeys, and even those yellow turban thieves were dead, and the big flagpole that the yellow sky erected was not as long as my ears at this time.

When I got the knife, I relaxed slightly, but after picking up the knife, I didn't dare to untie the bag immediately, and went back to the place where I worked to finish the rest of the work. It's all come to this point, even if it's really a ghost asking for my life, I have to bury these people who should be buried first, Lu Bu taught, what kind of gentleman has what he says and believes.

When I swung my pickaxe again, the eyes were still staring at me in the shadows, and they didn't say a word. I think the reason why it doesn't speak is because I don't notice it. So wait a minute, whether you are dead or alive depends on the judgment of this thing.

Thinking of this, I am a little cheerful: Anyway, whether it is a person or a ghost, as long as I attack me, I can't escape, that one-trick killing kung fu can kill a copycat person in an instant, I don't think I'm any different from many people in this pit who are stronger than me.

But until I finished my work, the man didn't make a sound or show up, and when I mustered up the courage to turn around and take the initiative to ask, I found that the place where it seemed to be someone just now was already empty.

I stood for a long time under the moonlight, wondering if it was a hallucination, and when I woke up the next day, I still felt that someone was there.

The funny thing is that because of fear and hunger that night, I actually picked a clean bed in the cottage and slept down. The blood on this bed was dry, and I had personally removed the man who had been dead for a long time and had stuck to the bed, but now I had put on a few more layers of bedding and fell to sleep with a sour body.

When I got up, I found grain and rice in the back kitchen and cooked it. A wisp of smoke rose in front of the dead man's pit in the cottage, and I wonder if those dead big brothers will blame them for eating their food without saying hello.

After eating, I took my knife to the place where I felt someone was standing last night, and looked around carefully, although it was noon, cold sweat was oozing out layer after layer.

There was indeed a tall piece of grass trampled down in the messy grass, and it was very obvious, only a seat away from where I was standing. Because of the overgrown grass in the mountains, I trampled on a lot of dead grass along the way, but only in this place was the place where the people stood on the tall grass, and the rest of the place was intact, as if this person had grown from here.

Is it really a ghost?

I looked up and looked around to see if someone had jumped from a tree with a light effort. There are bare poplar trees all around, and the branches are thin and brittle, and no matter how good it is to jump down from such a high place, you have to make some movement, right? Not to mention whether this dead branch can stand movingly or something.

At that time, the mountain wind rippled out of the bare valley trees, flowing all over the mountains. I stood in the grass for a long time, and felt the wind blow, and the grass beside my legs touched me back and forth from the ground like a dead man's hand. I was chilling, but I quickly packed my things and went down the mountain.

Walking on the road, I thought, if it is really two evil ghosts fighting, it is a good thing or a bad thing to test these kings who are entrenched in the mountains

These bandits endanger one side, and it is said that they are innocent. But if he was not forced to desperate by his livelihood, who would be willing to abandon his family and business and hide in the mountains to do these lifeless deeds? According to Lu Bu's usual practice, it was usually enough to kill the mountain king who led the rebellion and send back other irrelevant people, after all, if they were not heinous, they should not be killed casually. And now that the ghost of this fighting method has exceeded the bottom line of our previous behavior and judgment, what should I do next? Should I stay away, or should I find out the cause and effect of this incident?

On the way, I deliberately paid attention to see if there were any local people talking about the events on the mountain, but it seemed that because of the suddenness of the incident, the people below the mountain did not know that the bandits on the mountain had been killed overnight.

I also asked the passers-by about the thieves and robbers in the nearby mountains, and sometimes they had to think about whether they should tell me for a long time, at first I thought they were xenophobic, but later I realized that they didn't want to tell me, because they saw that I was a foreigner, and they were afraid that they would come from the government.

And then how to say it. Last year, Lu Bu and Zhang Liao and I took people to walk around in Bingzhou, and basically the bad people who occupied the mountains were all beaten away by us, leaving only some empty houses. This year, Emperor Ling levied taxes, and many people couldn't survive, so they had to hide in the mountains. Over time, more and more people entered the mountain, and the scale gradually formed. I heard from the people in the neighborhood that some of them are cultivating farmland in the mountains, not only will they not hijack the villagers, but sometimes they can help some of the villagers when the big guys are not available.

I listened very unpleasantly, and I asked many people one after another, and also visited several villages down the mountain, and the answers I got were all similar. The people had no life on their faces, babbling about other people's business, and working mechanically in the fields themselves. The burden of life has gradually become suffering, and these ordinary people can only bow down and cannot straighten their waists.

In a courtyard lying in the old cattle house, in the hall sat an old woman with not very good eyes, listening to me inquire about the thieves on the mountain, at first kept pushing me out, until I said that I heard the villagers say that it was the local people, the old woman's expression eased slightly.

She looked at me hard, groping up and down, and she was rummaging through my pockets to find money, but she didn't expect to pat my stomach and say hoarsely, "You've been running for a day, are you hungry?"

I nodded, and seeing that she didn't react, knowing that she couldn't see clearly, I pleaded, "Yes, I'm very hungry, can the old woman give me something to eat?"

The old woman lifted the curtain and turned into the back room, and soon came out to fetch firewood, I was busy persuading

: "I'll come, I'll come, I have the strength!" The old woman scooped up cold water and actually entered the house and started to make faces, so scared that I hurriedly persuaded her: "Old woman, I'll fill my stomach casually, you can keep such a valuable thing to eat for yourself!"

The old woman deliberately showed an unhappy look, and murdered me and said:" What to keep, my bad old woman may die in a while, my son went up the mountain and didn't dare to come back, you eat for him, give him a little clothes on my behalf, and take it as a thank you gift!"

A tree trunk the length of a forearm lay on the ground, and I couldn't cut it with a small axe a few times back and forth. I thought about it, I used to make the knife so powerful, and I used the axe to do the same. I smiled and was about to change my approach, when an idea suddenly came to me.

I took all the firewood from the old woman's backyard, stood up one by one, put the axe aside, and took out my nine-ring goose wing knife.

I compare the quantity, although I feel a little sorry for the blade, but I think it is not bad to practice the knife technique like this. I straightened the muscles on my waist and held the knife in both hands, and slashed vertically, and the slash was even sharper than an axe. I cut more than a dozen in a row and then change the chopping method of the robe, this time encountered considerable resistance, the wood block and the human body are different after all, often a knife obliquely cut down and can not cut the wooden block, repeatedly to pick up and re-chop, the force is small and the chop continues, the force is large but the wood will be cut away.

I helped the old woman chop a yard of firewood, and she was very surprised when she came out with a steaming bowl of noodles, and then, without thinking of something, hurriedly took the bowl to the front room, and when she came out again, her eyes were a little red, and she had obviously wiped it.

I helped her put the firewood in the kitchen and went to the front room to eat. The old woman made me a big bowl of soup cakes, and put salt in the soup, which tasted fragrant and smooth.

She sat by and picked up something, stopping occasionally to look at me eating for a moment, and then walked away briskly, and went into the back room for a long time.