"Huh...huh..."

A young man holding a torch, with his hair tied into a bun, was wearing linen clothes and walking in the corridor with trembling bare feet.

The dark depth in front is endless, five to six meters wide from left to right, and about four meters high. The ground and both sides are covered with large carved square bricks, covered with dense cloud patterns. The fire shines on it, glowing with layers of clear light.

There was a bit of coldness in the mystery, and a thought couldn't help but flash through the young man's mind:

How much can you sell these bricks for if you take them out?

tread,

Just when this nervous young man was thinking wildly, as his calloused left foot stepped forward, a faint mist shrouded his head.

The mist instantly filled the area for several meters. The young man raised his head in surprise and subconsciously wanted to shout! However, all he heard was a hoarse hissing sound. In desperation, he dropped the torch and reached out to grab his own throat.

Phew,

The young man used so much force that a large piece of flesh and blood was forced out of his own throat!

"Huh~~Huh hoo!!!"

Horror and heavy breathing came from his nose. The boy, whose skin began to melt like a candle, turned his head in horror, stretched out his palm, which had melted in the blink of an eye with only a few bones left, except for a little flesh on it, and tried to reach out to him.

The person behind him asked for help——

collapse!

However, what he responded to was an arrow that shot out and instantly pierced the boy's forehead!

The huge force even knocked him backwards, and he fell to the ground with a snap. He twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

In the corridor, the torch that fell next to the young man's body was burning quietly, illuminating the corpses in various miserable death conditions scattered along the way, extending to the other end of the corridor: that is, the direction from which the arrow flew.

"Next,"

The archer put down the crossbow in his hand. He was wearing black iron mountain pattern armor, helmet, gaiters, shoulder blades, arm shields, and skirt. At first glance, it looked like a black iron tower, with cold murderous aura coming towards him.

.

Compared with the iron armor on his body and the crossbow in his hand, this middle-aged man's cold face and the scar across his left face were not worth mentioning.

"Hahaha, this time the 'spy' walked forty-one steps,"

Behind the man in black iron mountain pattern armor, a group of big men dressed as soldiers were squatting or standing. One of them, a guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, excitedly spread his calloused palms.

"Give me money, give me money!"

Most of them wore cotton armor, with only breast shields sewn on their chests, or leather pads on their shoulders, and no helmets. Whether it was their equipment or their aura, they were completely different from the armored men who shot arrows.

"The turtle son will take nine more steps..."

"Fuck, I've lost five games in a row, what should I say?"

There were about twenty strong men in this group, more like bandits than soldiers.

They complained, cursed angrily, took out the copper coins strung together, counted five coins and threw them to the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked guy.

"Open the market, open the market, Yan Laosan! Stop looking -"

"Hey hey hey, okay."

‘Yan Laosan’, who won the money-sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked coin, put a large handful of copper coins into his arms, pressed them and continued to sit on the banker.

"This time the spy, I bet he can take forty steps!"

"I'll take thirty steps!"

"I am under fifty..."

The surrounding torches shone on the faces of these big men, coating them with a shiny red color. The shadows waving their bets were like a group of demons dancing around, making them look particularly ferocious.

The corpses that were melting rapidly in the corridor were their entertainment props.

"Small gambling brings pleasure, big gambling harms the body, don't gamble to win."

A middle-aged man holding a compass and dressed as a scribe touched his beard with disdain on his face, which made the sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked 'Yan Lao San' raise his head in displeasure.

"Deputy Literary Team, you are always a scholar, and there is something in the book~~"

"Brothers are all big-headed soldiers. They only have copper coins in their pockets. If you don't play a few games, you can't stand the loneliness of this damn place. Don't you think so?"

Amid the echoes of 'exactly' and 'nonsense', the middle-aged scribe known as the 'Deputy of the Literary Team', holding a compass, snorted and closed his eyes.

If it were in the past, not to mention these big-headed soldiers, even the 'Captain Yan' in the mountain-patterned armor at the front would have to be polite to him, the 'Team Deputy' in charge of logistics.

Unfortunately, half a year ago, their army, which was transferred to Qianzhong Road to 'suppress ghosts', was overdue. As a result, Leyuan County was infested with monsters and was almost razed to the ground. Seeing that military law was imminent, Captain Yan and everyone simply turned into bandits.

I started a business without capital.

However, central Guizhou was a notoriously remote area. After plundering several small and miserable villages, the "Vice Captain Wen" suggested that he use his superficial knowledge of looking for dragons and tapping acupoints to become a gold-touching captain.

——But as the old saying goes, this vast mountain is notoriously poor, so how can there be any tombs for rich people to excavate for them?

Therefore, the position of 'Vice Captain Wen' in this team became more and more declining, forcing him to make a big deal to prove himself: I don't know whether it was by mistake or for some reason, but he actually found the person in front of him.

A mausoleum.

Unlike the sneaky tomb robbers, the bandits who turned into bandits were very bold in their work. They dug holes and opened up the mountain openly, and then they encountered the tunnel full of traps in front of them.

Just when everyone was urging the market to open, a burly bald man strode towards the back.

Behind these soldiers and bandits, there were a large number of tools piled up: wheelbarrows, hoes, shovels, bamboo poles, roosters, glutinous rice... As the bald man grabbed it with his thick-jointed fingers, he squatted on the ground from a row, his clothes in tatters.

A girl was caught in the crowd.

Yes, these ‘people’ are also tools.

"Walk!"

Grabbing the girl's hair and throwing it away, the bald man directly threw her into the corridor like a sack.

Boom,

The girl drew an arc several meters long and hit the stone slab heavily, leaving only numbness in her already weak body.

Yuanchu, it was so difficult to reach this world through the gray fog...

"Do not waste,"

Faced with the rude behavior of his subordinates, the captain in mountain armor took a step forward, "friendly" helped the girl up, and then extended his index finger to point at the end of the dark corridor ahead, where the body of the young man was melted by an arrow.

"As long as you get past the last 'spy' and walk fifty steps forward, you'll be safe."

At the same time, the other hand pushed the girl from behind,

"It's easy, go ahead."

It's indeed 'very' simple, as evidenced by the five corpses scattered on the ground and extending out in the corridor.

Snapped,

Being pushed by Captain Shanwenjia, the girl in the linen dress staggered forward a few steps, and finally fell to the ground. She raised her head unwillingly, revealing a beautiful face.

The green eyes are like deep lake water, seeming to glow with faint starlight, the lips are slightly pursed, and the clear-cut face is calm and calm. There is neither terror nor coldness, but more of a helplessness in the face of fate.

.Looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old at most, with a hint of childishness between his eyebrows.

Obviously not from the Central Plains.

"Ha, I didn't take a closer look before, but she's actually a Thai girl?"

When the soldiers who had finished placing their bets saw the girl falling, they screamed:

"Get up, don't spoil the fun of grandpas!"

"Laozi Ge, leave quickly——"

The girl's appearance is exquisite, but unfortunately for these former big-headed soldiers, her face is like a disk, her waist is plump, and her big butt is in line with their aesthetics. Although this allowed the girl to escape, it served as a tool to explore the way.

, there is only death waiting for her: the difference is just sooner or later.

"it's a pity,"

Although the girl tried hard to crawl on the ground, the speed made the captain of the mountain pattern helmet immediately lose his patience. He drew the string and pointed the crossbow at the girl's vest.

"Next,"

collapse,

The arrow shot out and penetrated directly into the stone bricks on the ground!

The trembling tail feathers made the girl who was trying to crawl for life shrink her pupils, and the death close to her face was so cold.

"Wait a minute!"

With the mountain-patterned helmet captain's martial arts skills, he could shoot through an arrow at a hundred steps with his eyes closed at this distance. The reason why the arrow landed next to the girl was because a figure in the 'spy' they bought suddenly stood up.

Come, hit him hard on the arm holding the crossbow.

"She is obviously ill and can't walk on her own."

What jumped out was a young man with slender eyebrows and starry eyes, and a bold nose. Anyone would say, "What a handsome husband."

Unfortunately, like the girl, beauty is of no use to the current situation. The boy is also the cannon fodder obtained by these soldiers and bandits. Under normal circumstances, the only outcome is death.
To be continued...