Grandpa is such a bunny

The blade of the sword pierced Ji Tong's shoulder with a murderous intent. He slammed the pain and reflexively protected the square plate, staggered forward and rolled aside to avoid the sudden assassination. Just as he was about to look up, he He was kicked hard, his chest hurt so badly, his body flew backwards, and the square plate he was holding in his hands fell down.

Ji Tong watched the plate fall out of his hand, yelled in horror, and a hand came out from mid-air to catch the plate supporting Zong Yuanliang's spine.

Ji Tong didn't care about his bleeding shoulder, and hurriedly got up from the ground. When he saw the man's appearance clearly, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took off his hood in embarrassment, and slapped the dust on his body, "You coming."

Tu Bai looked at him coldly, "Come to take your dog's life."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "I should have thought it was you a long time ago... Life and death, human flesh and bones, are simply ridiculous, and only you, a lunatic, can come up with such ridiculous thoughts."

"Ridiculous?" Ji Tong read it vaguely in his throat, looked up at the plate in his hand, and shook his head, "No, it's not ridiculous, look, that's Zong Yuanliang's last spine."

Tubo glanced at it with a cold face, but he didn't see it clearly just now, the white bone on the plate he was holding was already covered with a thin transparent film, and there were extremely thin blood vessels on the film, and inside the blood vessel It seems that there is slowly flowing blood, and with the blood flow, the membrane jumps nervously, as if a person is really about to grow out of this bone.

Tubo subconsciously wanted to throw the plate out, but Ji Tong saw his thoughts and immediately stopped him sharply.

"Stop! Don't, Ah Tu don't want it!" Ji Tong's voice was hoarse, and when he saw that he was about to throw it out, he was anxious to burst out the veins on his forehead, "You see, he is about to come back to life, almost, almost, you know Does that mean anything?"

Ji Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression showed a strange joy and fascination, immersed in some kind of joy, "I resurrected Zong Yuanliang with a handful of dead bones, and soon, the girl will return to us."

"She's dead, you'll never see her again." Tubo interrupted his delusion mercilessly, without any fluctuations in his tone.

Ji Tong was stunned, and the cloudy eyes were aroused with monstrous hatred, "She died to save you, she gave you the inner alchemy, made you live for so long, and let you experience the best things in the world, but Now! You are selfish and unwilling to save her, unwilling to let her return to my side! She is so cold in the underworld alone, but you have ignored her for so many years, and never thought of any possibility of resuscitating her! "

The old scar in Tubo's heart was bloody gouged out by him, revealing the never-healed wound under the skin. He was almost suffocated by the pain, but he was still indifferent and indifferent.

Ji Tong, "Save her, you have lived for so long, you should have lived enough..."

Tubo's headache was about to split, and the closed and humid environment made him feel even more uncomfortable. Ji Tong's words were like ice starting from his fingers, freezing the blood all over his body, and he let the pain wreak havoc in his head. , Amidst the painful whimpers, I heard the subtle sounds of blood flowing and nerves beating from the spine held in my hand.

Maybe it was a hallucination caused by a headache, but it made Tubo feel a little freshness. When he began to have doubts about this little freshness, suppressed thoughts grew like wild weeds in his heart.

Tu Bai couldn't help thinking, if Ji Tong can really revive Zong Yuanliang, then the girl will also come back to life, and if he can see her again, will he be able to make up for the regret that has been haunting him for more than ten years?

The hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly, and Tubo realized that for the idea that the girl could come back to life, Ji Tong had gone mad for a long time, but he was forcibly suppressing it in his heart, forming a backlog. Holding the old blood, if there is a little outlet, it can burrow all over his body like thousands of ants.

"Take me to see him." After a while, Tubo closed his eyes, and when he spoke, his voice became hoarse.

Realizing who he was talking about, Ji Tong was ecstatic, repelled the half-rotten monsters around him, and led Tubo through the huge and rugged cave to a separated cave.

Candles are placed in the potholes of the stone cave, each of which is as faint as a ghost.

In the middle there was a corpse covered with bandages all over the body. The corpse was not connected. The head, limbs, and torso were arranged in order to form a human figure.

"Is this the resurrection you were talking about?"

Ji Tong caught the plate in his hand under Tubo's mocking and suspicious eyes, and placed Zong Yuanliang's last vertebra in the center of the corpse. He half-kneeled under the stone platform, and carefully unwrapped his bandaged limbs.

A gust of blood dripped out, very fresh, even carrying the warm breath of a living person, dripping down the uneven surface of the stone platform in a dark red color.

Tubo took a step back in disgust, avoiding the blood that kept flowing from the stump.

And Ji Tong almost lay down on the stone platform, his cloak was soaked in blood without knowing it, he turned his head, with an obsessed smile on his face, "Look, these stumps are healing, and soon, they will be able to form A complete body. A handful of dead bones that have been dead for 170 years, coupled with the magic of witchcraft, it is easy to revive a person, isn't it?"

Tubo looked indifferently at the limbs and torso placed in human form, "Ji Tong, is there any relationship between the flesh and blood on the bones and those monsters outside?"

Ji Tong paused, still staring fascinatedly at the stump on the stone platform, as if admiring a perfect carcass, "Sacrifice, exchange blood for blood, raw meat, Zong Yuanliang is the god believed by Tongshui people, he There is a price to be paid for resurrection."

Tu Bai frowned, remembering that he and Qian Fan hid behind the stone statue of Zong Yuanliang and saw the old man and woman who came to deliver rice grains—when they left, they stared at the genealogy book that recorded the people of the whole county, with reluctance in their eyes Hope and helplessness.Do those people know that the person they care about every day has become like this underground, and do they know that their son and husband have turned into rotten flesh?

"Ji Tong." Tubo said hoarsely, "The body born from rotten and dirty flesh, even though it looks the same as before, the inside is already full of maggots and carrion. Have you asked the girl's wishes? Did you ask her if she would live to face you, a murderer, a murderer, a murderer!"

"Shut up!" Ji Tong yelled sharply, "You don't know anything!"

Tubo's sword blade hanging by his side was illuminated by the faint candlelight, and he slowly raised the corners of his lips, "I don't know, I just know that she doesn't want to see you at all."

Before the last word was spoken, Tubo jumped up and raised his sword blade to stab the body on the stone platform.

Ji Tong's pupils shrank, and he threw himself on the stump, full of anger, "You lied to me, you don't want to resurrect her at all! You lied to me! Kill him, kill him!!!"

As he yelled, the monsters that were originally concentrated at the other end rushed over with heavy steps. Countless bony hands grabbed the hem of Tubo's clothes from behind, stared at the empty eye sockets, and roared vaguely .

Tubo turned around and cut off a wrist. Hearing the monster howl in pain, the sword in his hand paused for a moment. Are these things sentient?

Ji Tong laughed loudly, his eyes turned red while hugging his stump, "They are human, they are not dead yet, Ah Tu, you kill them, you are the executioner."

The roaring people covered in rotting flesh and bones are people, they are the deceived people in Tongshui County, they are the children of the toddling old people outside, they are the fathers and brothers who are waiting to return, they are... Tubo felt a sharp pain in his head, His eyes suddenly went dark, and he quickly stuck the sword on the ground to support his body.

Ji Tong raised his hand and shook the small bones on his wrist. Every time he shook, Tubo's back became more and more tense. He stood up slowly and walked to the place closest to Tubo, "You've lived long enough It's time to give it to the girl..."

Tubo's headache was about to split open. When he saw countless rotten faces rushing towards him, he raised his sword and waved it, trying to block them with the hilt and his arms. At this moment, a killing intent came from him. He had already felt it coming from behind, but he didn't have time to react. He could only allow himself to be hit hard on the back of the head, unable to support his body anymore, and slowly fell into a group of half-dead carrion.

On the second day when the order to dig the mountain was ordered, the sky had just darkened. While Du Yun was waiting anxiously in the camp, he suddenly heard a scream from outside. The carriage inscribed with the foreign language was suddenly pulled out.

"My lord, this is the carriage of the envoys! People are really underneath!" Feng Ping said loudly.

The breath in Du Yun's heart was still held in his chest, and he quickly turned his head to look around, "Did you see Master Jiang! Someone, arrest Jiang Shouchuan!"

He said he was almost hit by a falling rock, but luckily Xie Yuxian stretched out his hand and brought him into his arms in time, Du Yun pushed him, "Go find Jiang Shouchuan, be sure to catch him."

It was completely dark soon, and there was a commotion on the mountainside. Sun Xiao hurriedly passed through the soldiers looking for people all over the mountain, panting, and finally ran to Du Yun, "My lord, Brother Tu has disappeared from the ancestral hall. It has been a day One night, Zen Master asked me to tell you that he was going to..."

boom -

Orange flames exploded from the sky above the ancestral hall facing Tongshui Peak, blasting the dark sky into a glare of white light.

The shock spread outward from the center of the ancestral hall, and Tongshui Peak soon followed the ground and the mountains shook. Sand and rocks flew on the mountain, and people could not stand stably.

Du Yun grabbed Sun Xiao to stabilize his body, and shouted amidst the rumble, "What is he going to want?"

Sun Xiao pointed to the fire, and shouted in the buzzing ears, "Blow up the ancestral hall. Tu Ge and Zen Master found a secret passage for transporting food in the ancestral hall. Only Tu Ge can get in, and it has passed the agreement he and Zen Master agreed. Time, so we found explosives."

Du Yun didn't even need to think about what it means that only Tubo can get in, and it's not a mouse. The dead rabbit just went into a hole, "Let's go back and see!"

He staggered and ran down the mountain for two steps, saw Feng Ping, and said, "Lead someone to help Pavilion Master Xie arrest Jiang Shouchuan, and the others retreat to the foot of the mountain first, pay attention to safety!"

The rolling stones on the mountain fell one after the other, and the mountain road was bumpy and difficult to walk on. Du Yun, as a weak chicken who could not lift his hands or shoulders, was supported by Sun Xiao all the way, "How much explosives did you use? No matter how much the mountain will collapse Already!"

As soon as he looked up after speaking, he saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, and he couldn't see a single starlight. The sky was abnormally cloudy.The sound of falling stones was mixed with gusts of wind, and Du Yun felt an ominous feeling in his heart. He subconsciously looked back at the solemn and towering mountain top.

Tongshui Peak showed a hideous silhouette in the dark, and the whole mountain was shaking and roaring. Du Yun murmured, "Something is wrong..."

His feet stepped on the ground suddenly, and he was about to roll down with Sun Xiao. A piece of blue clothes came out of the wind and supported the two of them in time.

Du Yun raised his head, "Where is Tubo, what about people, after the bombing?"

Qian Fan's face was livid, and he silently shook his head.

Inside the Yonghuai Hall of the ancestral hall, there is only one thick wall, without hidden pavilions or side rooms. The corridor for conveying rice and grain extends downwards in the one-foot-thick wall, and a secret passage is paved from the ground that people cannot pass through. Fan reached out to touch it, and easily touched the wet bottom. The bottom was not a straight up and down road, but a winding and complicated mechanism. Tubo didn't know where he was sent along with the mechanism inside.

"Where is Jiang Shouchuan?" Qian Fan frowned, his gentle demeanor was concealed by the coldness on his face, and his clear eyes were stained with sternness and sternness.

"I'm looking, I..." Du Yun's voice stopped abruptly, and he stared into the distance. It took him a while to recover his voice from the wilderness, "What are those people going to do?"

In Tongshui County, which was awakened by the roar, one after another dim candle lamps appeared in the streets and alleys with many roads. The people holding these candle lamps include gray-haired old people with rickets, some weak and haggard women, and some ignorant people. Innocent urchins, they came out of thousands of households, wearing black cloaks, with solemn and solemn expressions, and their eyes were full of judgment.

Holding the candle flames flickering in the dark night, as if they were holding their own worthless lives, they flowed like sparks in the dark night, and finally gathered at the foot of the Tongshui Peak, forming a blazing flame below. Blocking the line, confronting the officers and soldiers on the mountainside, glaring.

The officers and soldiers on the mountain peeped at each other, and involuntarily raised the handle of the knife.

Du Yun suddenly thought of some kind of ancient and ignorant sacrificial activities, combined with the constantly shaking mountain peaks, he always felt that these villagers seemed to welcome some monsters and monsters back from the mountains. Thinking of this, his back was wet. Isn't Qi Mei the same Yuanliang general!

Qian Fan glanced at Du Yun, who was sweating coldly, with an extremely calm gloom between his handsome brows, he stood on the hillside looking at these people, and turned his head following their gaze.

Suddenly, a purple thunderbolt fell from the sky covered with dark clouds, illuminating the entire Tongshui Peak for an instant. At that fleeting moment, Qianfan saw a protruding boulder near the top of the mountain lying prone. people.

That person was Jiang Shouchuan who fled in the chaos.

Jiang Shouchuan was dressed in the night, kneeling, with a rusty bronze sword lying flat in his hand, he raised his hands above his head, and shouted in the wind, "Soul that has been wronged for a hundred years, please open your eyes and see your people , they are suffering from poverty, suffering, humiliation, injustice, and are suffering the most painful punishment in the world. Those thieves sit on the noble throne and whip and enslave your people, while you are buried in the ground. In the name of the god of war, please Let's go out again, use the bronze giant sword to bring down the sinners on the noble throne, and wash away the sins of the mountains and rivers with the blood of our family!"

The villagers holding candles started to move, from the blockade line on the mountainside to climbing towards the mountainside, facing the blades of the officers and soldiers, and retreating step by step. The two of them walked side by side, stretching all the way. Formed a road, giving solemn and dazzling guidance in the night.

The mountains and plains are full of trees.

Infected by the scene in front of him, Du Yun murmured, "General Yuanliang... has been resurrected..."

At this time, Qian Fan suddenly pulled him. Du Yun looked down subconsciously, and saw that the place where he had just stood had collapsed, and a rotten hand stretched out, leaving a gap on his light-colored shoes and socks. A black blood handprint.

He yelled in panic, and then, the Tongshui Peak made a sound like peeling, densely rustling, all over the entire mountain in an instant.

Countless pairs of bloody hands stuck out.

Du Yun and Sun Xiao were so frightened that their voices turned pale, and Qian Fan protected them behind them.

Frightened screams sounded from the candlelit road, and Qian Fan used his internal strength to shout loudly, "The Royal Forest Army obeys the order and immediately escorts the people down the mountain without delay!"

Pei Ran's solemn voice echoed in the forest, and the Imperial Forest Army, who had turned their blades inward, responded to Qian Fan in unison, and then turned their direction without hesitation at the same time, turning their backs on the people who just wanted to judge and hate them with the resolute posture unique to soldiers , using flesh and blood to block the monsters that the villagers wholeheartedly wanted to meet.

"kill--"

A monster crawled out of the shivering crowd, its rotten hands with only half of the bones wrapped around a thin woman's leg, crushing her calf bone with a bang.

The little girl from the woman's arms fell out, and the monster stretched out its sinister hands to clasp the little girl's neck, reflecting the candlelight, she could see the monster's face clearly.

Half of that face was rotting flesh, the eyes were empty, and the other half was only bones. The little girl saw a mole on the tip of his nose on the half of his face that had not been corroded. She widened her eyes and was suffocating. He murmured in the pain, "Father..."

Her father has a good cooking skill. When she was a child, she would often cook fish soup for her in the kitchen with sweat profusely. She moved a pony and sat outside the door with her face propped up to watch. She saw the sweat slipping from her forehead to her father. For the tip of his nose, she would always hold the veil and run over to help him wipe it off.

Why did her father disappear one day, and her mother didn't tell her where her father went. She waited at the door for a long time, and even sneaked outside to find the high officials from the imperial capital, asking them to help find her father.

But now, why did her father, who loved her, become like this? He broke Mother's leg and strangled her to death.

Tears rolled down her face, and just as she slowly stopped struggling, the monster's head was chopped off, and a pair of warm hands hugged her.

A royal guard guarded the little girl in his arms. He didn't care to wipe off the bad blood that splashed on his face, and said loudly, "Are you all right? Is anyone injured!"

A drop of blood just landed on the tip of the guard's nose, it was black like a mole, very much like her father.

The little girl stared blankly, then suddenly put her arms around his neck and began to cry.

The young soldier froze for a moment, then stroked her shoulder clumsily, "We will protect you, don't be afraid."

A sharp pain pierced into Tubo's head, he trembled all over, and woke up suddenly.

In front of his eyes was a stone house, the only exit was locked with an iron fence and a brass lock. He turned over and sat up against the stone wall, panting. Thinking of the severe pain in his head before and after coma, Tubo stretched out his hand and touched it. A palm of sticky blood.

Fuck it... Tubo grinned and looked around. This should be the cell used by Ji Tong and others to hold prisoners. It is damp and cold, and the potholes on the ground are full of sewage, and the smell is more like blood.

He followed the bloody water to look into the dark corner, and saw Princess Bansuo of Houmin curled up in a panic.

Even though she was in a stinky place, she was still beautiful and coquettish. She had wavy and curly hair, and her black hair was spread on her chest, blocking her proud white chest and deep bone-deep wounds.

Tubo endured the headache and walked up to the woman, pushed aside the chest covered by the disheveled hair, turned a blind eye to the two snow-white hills, stared at the hideous wound on her chest for a moment, and clicked, "The wound is so serious. Die, maybe she really is a witch."

Ban Suo quietly opened her eyes, looking at him with strange eyes, and opened her bright red lips.

Tubo raised her chin, tapped her lips lightly, and said, "Don't be a moth, I'll bandage your wound."

As he said that, he took off his coat, helped Ban Sao up a little, put it on her shoulders, tore off the clean underwear, carefully avoided her body, wiped the wound, and then skillfully put the bandage on her There was a circle around the chest, and the chest was strangled. "There is no medicine, let's make do with it, don't bleed and pus."

Ban Suo looked down at the bandage tied with a bow on her chest, raised her beautiful face, stretched her body from the corner, and reached out to touch Tubo.

Tubo grabbed her wrist when she touched his chest, narrowed his eyes, and said lazily, "Your Highness, I am also a prisoner, please be polite to your roommate, maybe he can rescue you."

Ban Suo turned over his hand, put his fingers on Tubo's wrist, and touched up from the pulse point along the blue veins, stopped when he was close to his heart, and said a word in an obscure language.

Tubo suffered from a headache, and casually leaned aside, "I don't understand."

The strange-colored eyes drooped down as if she was thinking, after a while, she finally found the details from her vast memory, raised her head, and said slightly jerky, "I, Chen's family."

Tubo's face turned pale, and he pressed his eyebrows, "No, I haven't married yet."

Thinking of the monk of Qingfeng Haoyue, he added, "But hurry up."

Does this princess still want to drink a glass of wedding wine?

Ban Suo shook his head, and repeated, "You... a descendant of the Cheng family..."