Seeking immortality in a deceitful way starts by making oneself into a puppet

The guards of the He family walked down the mountain along the slope of a damp dirt road. They were surrounded by lush trees and grass. In the middle of the greenery, there was only a mountain road trampled by a passing Orion woodcutter, winding down.

Several bearers carried the soft-top sedan, walking with heavy steps on the mountain road. This team seemed to be a boring gourd, silent the whole time.

Strangely enough, everyone in the He Mansion, including the bearers, guards and servants, had a faint gray look on their faces. They were all taciturn and silent, and there was no atmosphere at all of being alive.

The sedan was carried down the slope, and when it came to a narrow mountain road, an accident happened——

There was a bang on the road ahead, several smoke cannons exploded, and a large amount of colorful smoke billowed into the sky.

Along with the thick smoke, the sound of "whooshing" arrows breaking through the wind could be heard from the trees on both sides of the mountain road.

It turned out that the archers hiding on both sides of the mountain road used the colorful smoke as a signal. Suddenly, there was a roar on the mountain roads on both sides. Hundreds of arrows flew through the wind, with a ferocious sound of breaking through the air. Nail in a row on the front.

Several of the guards protecting the sedan had several arrows in their bodies and were nailed like hedgehogs. Some of their hands and feet were pierced by arrows and were struggling and twitching on the ground.

This was a silent massacre. The many guards guarding the sedan in front had no time to draw their swords or escape for their lives. It seemed that they had no time to even make a sound. Under the force of the sharp arrows, they fell into pieces in an instant.

The archer hidden in the tree drew his bow and released an arrow, and arrows flew in random directions. The soft-top sedan, where He Ping was located, was pierced by countless arrows, and it became a big target.

The sharp wolf-fang feather arrows came whizzing towards me, and the soft-top sedan was not equipped with iron plates to prevent arrows. It was like a leaky water-skin bag, filled with thousands of holes shot by arrows. At this point, Even if there is an iron man in the sedan, there is absolutely no way to survive.

"kill!"

Xiao Hao pulled out the beast-faced ax from his waist, raised one arm, and shouted as he ascended.

In an instant, a group of gang members from the Changfeng Club who were ambushing on both sides swarmed up like a honeycomb.

No matter how elite the guards of the He Mansion were, they were caught unexpectedly by this hail of arrows and suffered heavy casualties. After being surrounded by the Changfeng Society's gang, there was a fierce fight.

"Go away."

Yan Lao'er, the "strong general" of the Changfeng Society, held a sword in his hand and charged out like a whirlwind, with blood flying all the way.

The smoke was cut open, and the head was chopped off with the blade. A guard next to him came over. The knife was halfway drawn when a wolf-tooth feather arrow shot by an elite archer hiding in the tree penetrated his forehead.

"Kill, kill them all for me. Remember, don't let anyone go."

Xiao Hao, the "Smiling Leopard", was holding two axes. He laughed heartily, and a ghost-like smile appeared on his side.

He swung the ax in a circle, and with a single sweep, several figures were cut in half by the ax blade. In the blink of an eye, the mountain road turned into a Shura field, and scenes of brutal killings were staged.

A moment later, corpses were lying on the pillows on the mountain road, blood stains were everywhere, and it was too horrible to see. None of the He family's healthy servants or guards were left alive, and Chang Feng would carry all the He family's porridge and pot.

"Everyone, remember to collect all the corpses, dig a hole and bury them all. This should be done cleanly."

Xiao Hao ordered his men to dig a hole and bury the corpse, while walking quickly to the sedan with densely packed arrow feathers.

I have to say that this ambush went so smoothly that even a veteran like Xiao Hao felt it was too easy. He wanted to confirm whether He Ping in the sedan was really dead.

"This broken sedan chair was shot like this by arrows, and the living person inside was treated like a living target, and shot alive into a porcupine..."

Xiao Hao raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He reached out and was about to lift the sedan curtain. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a strange hand stretched out from the sedan and strangled his neck firmly.

This palm was made of a piece of wood. He raised his palm upwards, and his fingers were like iron pliers. He grabbed the neck of the "Smiling Leopard" without any delay. If it had been anyone else, he would have been strangled by this moment. His eyes were bulging, his tongue was sticking out, his bones were cracked and he died.

Finally, Xiao Hao was born with strange strength. While holding on to the palm of the strange hand, he swung the ax and struck it violently into the sedan chair.

This "Smiling Leopard" is also very quick to respond. Xiao Hao is good at using axes. He studied under Qingganfeng Wuding Mountain to destroy the Yuemen, and learned a "mountain-breaking" knife and ax magic technique. This ax "chopping" "Jia Yin Ding" is extremely powerful and powerful.

Unexpectedly, the ax fell with a "hurrah" sound. Before the curtain could be split open, it was as if it had hit something made of fine steel and hard rock. The shock caused Xiao Hao's tiger's mouth to crack.

"This, what is this?"

He stared wide-eyed, and another wooden arm appeared from behind the sedan curtain, intercepting the ax he swung. The five fingers were obviously made of wood, but they had destructive power stronger than gold and iron. He broke it with force, and the ax was broken. The blade burst into pieces.

"what are you……"

Xiao Hao, the "Smiling Leopard", had bulging eyes and his face turned purple. He let go of the ax handle and tightly grasped the motionless wooden palm around his neck with both hands. Then, with just a slight exertion of force on the palm, this man With a "click", his neck was broken like a dead tree.

"Boss Xiao, he's dead!!!"

Yan Laoer's eyes widened, and the gang around him were also dumbfounded. No one would have thought that Xiao Hao, the "Smiling Leopard", one of the best in the world, would die here.

With a strange sound of the puppet's joints twisting and clicking, the sedan curtain was opened wide, and a strange figure walked out.

"This...what is this?"

There was a sudden panic among the crowd.

What came out of the soft sedan was an alien-like thing. The thing had a human head but no facial features.

This strange man's body was made of wood. He hunched over his body and hunched his back. With a gentle wave of his hand, he dropped Xiao Hao's lifeless body, and his four long arms with ball joints hung down.

"... Spider demon, is this a spider demon?"

Yan Laoer's voice almost changed the tone, and he couldn't figure out what it was. This monster had four arms and four legs, and it looked like a half-human, half-spider monster.

"Help...help!!!"

Suddenly, a call came from the side.

That was a member of the Changfeng Gang. He was one of the people assigned to dig in the dense forest nearby. He was running over with a look of fear on his face.

"Save me, those corpses..."

Just as the man shouted for help, something stretched out from the dark forest and grabbed the man's chin.

It was a human hand, with corpse spots appearing on the skin.

The man let out a scream, and in an instant, several pale hands stretched out from the dark background behind him, grabbing his shoulders and wrists respectively, and then dragged him into the darkness in an instant.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The man screamed, and soon, the sound of crunching came from the dark forest.

The people of the Changfeng Gang were already panicking. No one knew what happened in the dense forest, but not long after, a pale and colorless face emerged from the darkness.

"This...this is the guard of He Mansion."

Someone recognized it. It was a face that was split in half. Then, the owner of that face could be seen, a man wearing a guard uniform with a broken hand, dragging a lame leg and walking out of the dense forest. walked out.

Behind him, several more zombie-like figures walked out slowly, chewing flesh and blood in their mouths, and one of them was holding a thigh covered with tooth marks in his hand.

The man with his mouth full of blood opened his mouth wide and stared at everyone with his bloodshot eyes.

When the members of the Changfeng Gang saw the scene in front of them, their mouths opened wide and their bodies became stiff.

"Ghost!"

Someone screamed, and everyone drew their weapons again, because they found that at some point, more figures slowly walked out of the forest.

What is even more frightening and unsettling is that the corpses of the guards and servants that have not been moved away, those corpses with clearly severed arms and legs, and pierced intestines and stomachs, are struggling to get up from the ground.

Next, the scene became gloomy and strange. The numerous corpses were like puppets on strings, pulled up by invisible forces, expressionlessly extending their claws at the gang members present.

"What are these things?"

Yan Laoer's throat tightened, and there was a hint of panic.

"Archer, what are the archers doing?"

The archers who were ambushing and alerting on both sides were all silent, as if their flags and drums had ceased. The forest was also silent, which seemed extremely strange.

"When the fishing net is set up, the bird will be caught in it; when the mantis is greedy, the sparrow will catch it. There are hidden opportunities in the trap, and changes will come from the outside. How can you rely on your wisdom..."

Suddenly, Ji Ling's tone was hoarse and weird, coming from nowhere.

Yan Laoer was startled. He suddenly raised his head and looked into the air with disbelief. In the air above the mountain road, a man in black robe seemed to be hanging in the void. Countless long shadow-like lines were centered on it, moving towards it. Scattered in all directions, criss-crossed, and weaved into a web in the air.

It wasn't until Yan Laoer looked up that he realized that all the archers in his gang were tied up with silk threads and hung in the air, like prey caught in this big net.

The man in black robes wearing a grimace mask was sitting in this weird big web, like a weird big spider, plucking the threads at the tips of his fingers, teasing everyone below.

"As the saying goes, 'A man counts a tiger, and a tiger counts as a man.' After all your organs have been exhausted, it's time to repay."

The black robe smiled coldly, and with a movement of his fingers, a tragic killing drama was about to take place.