The setting sun was bloody, and the small village that was supposed to be quiet and secluded was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Several vultures hovered in the sky, seeming to covet the corpses all over the village, and they couldn't hover for a long time.

At this moment, the place where several corpses were pressed moved. Soon, a young man covered in blood and about fifteen or sixteen years old struggled to crawl out of the pile of corpses.

Young Lang looked around blankly.

His eyes fell on a few dead bodies that had been exposed to sunlight and had covered a lot of flies and insects.

The corpses were covered with arrows, and some had spears with broken handles stuck in them.

Vaguely, the young man was also Ji Yanzhi, and he could even hear the cry of tearing and killing from a distance. Perhaps another village nearby was ransacked by thieves who were still murderous by court officers and soldiers.

Ji Yanzhi has just arrived in this azimuthal world, but because the body he possessed has been dead for a long time, most of the memory has disappeared, so that he is still at a loss or even at a loss. What is the era in which he is, but it is not peaceful after all. But the chaotic ancient times.

Ji Yanzhi lowered his head and looked at the clothes that were stained with blood, even clotted into pieces. Just as he was about to take out the clean clothes stored in the space and put on them, he found that he actually had no less than two arrows stuck in his body. .

——Why? No wonder when he was possessed, the corpse had already started to stiffen, and the three arrows were rooted in the deadly part, and it would be regarded as pity for him not to be killed on the spot.

Ji Yanzhi smiled happily, but his expression was so cold that he couldn't help but feel terrified.

"It's... annoying, don't let me find out who ransacked the village, otherwise... heh!!!"

Ji Yanzhi first took out a fast-recovering pill from the space and put it in his mouth, then held the arrow with one hand, and quickly pulled it up. As the flesh and blood rolled, Ji Yanzhi's forehead was already soaked in cold sweat.

Ji Yanzhi reached out his hand and quickly tapped several acupuncture points on his body to stop bleeding, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

At this time, the red setting sun was still shining on the land that had been stained red with blood, so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

The breeze began to blow, as if countless dead souls were roaring and roaring.

"Seven Lang!"

A panic-stricken voice sounded from outside the village, and a figure stumbled in. Ji Yanzhi turned to look at her, and after a while, he remembered in a daze that this was his clan sister, Shisanniang, who was married to a hunter in the mountains.

"Sister Thirteen."

Ji Yanzhi didn't replace the burlap linen that was condensed into blood all over his body. The whole person was like fished out from a pool of blood, looking extraordinarily terrifying.

Shisanniang didn't feel terrible. The drums rang and shouts last night. Although she escaped because of her marriage to the Orion's house on the mountain, she was terrified and uneasy all night. Finally, until dawn, I asked for the husband’s approval, and then I ran back to my natal family...

Unexpectedly, the entire village...

The thirteen mother howled and burst into tears.

"Shichiro, Aon, are they..."

Ji Yanzhi glanced blankly at Shisanniang, and the corpses were everywhere. Isn't this obvious. There are 369 households in the whole village, and there are nearly 10,000 people from the old and the weak. Only him and the thirteen mothers who have just married a hunter in the mountains are the only ones who survive.

"Sister Thirteen, don't cry." Ji Yanzhi licked his dry lips, "Call my brother-in-law for help. Our sister and brother will give A Weng and the folks the last trip."

As time passed, more and more vultures flew in and hovered over the village for a long time and refused to leave. The husband of Shisanniang, who should have Xianbei blood on his body, looks tall and strong, and a strong man with a very good archery skill, began to help carry the corpses, gathered them together, and burned them with firewood.

The fire blazed across the world, and the smell of meat filled the sky mixed with the smell of corpses rushed towards his face.

Shisanniang cried again, heartbreaking, she couldn't help herself in grief.

Ji Yanzhi's face was expressionless, and he looked okay, but his tightly pressed thin lips revealed the restlessness of his thoughts.

"I vowed to sweep the Huns regardless of their lives, and five thousand sorrows. The poor bones by the river are still in the dreams of spring boudoirs."

Ji Yanzhi's memory is very messy, and the only one with deep memory besides revenge is the poem "Two of the Four Longxi Trips" made to the poet Chen Tao.

Ji Yanzhi deeply remembered that before the village was attacked by officials and bandits, Shichi Lang had the idea of ​​serving the court because of the poem "Four of Longxi Traveling in Two Two" chanted by old scholars from the private school. But now... I went to serve the court, the reason why the village was peaceful and quiet in the past is only the devastation and lifeless wailing. Isn't it done by officers and soldiers who are more cruel and hateful than bandits and desperadoes?

Ji Yanzhi wanted to sneer, but the moment he opened his mouth, he made a whimper comparable to a beast's wailing. With a stern sound, Shisanniang, who finally couldn't stop her tears, began to choke again until there were no tears to shed.

"Shichiro, what plans do you have in the future."

As the flames gradually extinguished, looking at the house destroyed along with the corpse, brother-in-law Murong suddenly asked Ji Yanzhi aloud.

"What else are you planning?" Ji Yanzhi turned his head to look at brother-in-law Murong, his face stained with blood, under the light of the fire, it seemed to kill a god. "There are three hundred and sixty-nine households, including the villagers, and nine thousand one hundred and fifty-three. How can I live without revenge?"

Those words that were not rushed were like thunder, exploding the peace that only appeared on the surface at the moment. Thirteen Niang wiped away her tears, and echoed with hate: "Seven Lang is right, his home is destroyed, and Xue Heng can survive without revenge. If the husband is afraid of the concubine and Shichi Lang, it happens to be in Aweng, Ada Reunited with your concubine in front of the ashes of your mother and the folks and elders!"

Brother Murong looked a little embarrassed because of Shisanniang's words. "Why did your husband have this meaning? For your husband, he just asked Shichi Lang, so that he could make a long-term plan."

"Leave here first!" Ji Yanzhi said suddenly: "Leave here and talk about the future."

Horseshoe sounds from far to near, regardless of peace or war, in ancient times, most people in the imperial court used it on a large scale. Moreover, according to memory, the people who worked on the village were officers and soldiers, and Ji Yanzhi was alone, and naturally he caught the officers and soldiers who went back for some reason without knowing why.

Now he is surrounded by Shisanniang, a family sister who is relatively close, and a brother-in-law who has met several times. It is not that they are a burden, but that they are there. Ji Yanzhi's hands will naturally get in the way, so he only thinks. In a short while, Ji Yanzhi made the decision to avoid it for the time being.

The Thirteenth Mother didn’t know why, but the brother-in-law Murong, who had lived in the mountains and old forests and lived by hunting since childhood, understood Ji Yanzhi’s unspoken reminder, and quickly protected his wife, lying down on the side of the road a full more than one meter high. Wild grass.

Ji Yanzhi, who was also hiding in the grass, moved his fingers, but still restrained his desire to shoot.

Riding a horse, the officers and soldiers who rushed on the official road with a fierce anger were really no better than thieves and bandits. They gradually extinguished the fire, and the ashes of the village tightened their reins and stopped one after another. The blood-stained long spears and long knives all show what they did a moment ago.

"That little girl is really energetic, but it's a pity that she only played once or twice before she died."

The guy who said foul language was a man in armor with a burly and powerful face and a reborn face. He cursed, obviously reminiscing about the little lady who was tortured to death by him.

The officers and soldiers who should have been his guards around him all agreed, saying that when he went to the next village to ‘suppress the bandits’, he must find a better little lady for him to enjoy first.

They may not have noticed the village that has been reduced to ashes, or they may have noticed but not cared about it.

They burned, killed, looted and looted everywhere in the countryside in the name of ‘suppression bandits’. How could they ever care about the burning of houses? Just thinking, the colleagues of the last wave of ‘suppression bandits’ were cruel enough, not only did they kill all the people, they also turned everything in the village to ashes.

They even said loudly, planning to kill them all next time they pass by a populated village.

The thirteen mothers heard in the grass made her eyes red with hatred, and she just wished to rush forward and bite these demons to death.

Brother Murong clasped her waist tightly and even covered her mouth, fearing that her rattling teeth would be heard by these demons, and would be fate by the little lady who was tortured to death by the brute.

Ji Yanzhi, lying prone in the grass, carefully memorized the appearance of the demons in his mind. I remembered the direction they left, and then said to Shisanniang, "Sister Shisan, I want to kill them, or you and brother-in-law will go back to the mountain first, and after I kill them, go up the mountain to meet you and brother-in-law. ?"

Shisanniang shook his head, "Seven Lang, how about going together? I also want to avenge A Weng and the others."

Brother Murong: "Let's go together, Shichi Lang, I know a medicine that is as effective as Mongolian sweat medicine. It grows on the mountain. Let's get it together, and then find a way to drop it in the drinking water of those demons..."

Ji Yanzhi nodded, and agreed to Murong's brother-in-law's proposal.

So the three of them stumbled up the mountain, and collected the medicine that Mr. Murong's brother-in-law said-Datura flower.

Datura flower is highly poisonous and can cause hallucinations. In ancient times, it was the main ingredient in making Mongolian sweat medicine. Ji Yanzhi did not expect that the forest where Murong's brother-in-law lived actually grew datura flowers, and there were also colorful and poisonous mushrooms. Ji Yanzhi immediately collected them with Murong's brother-in-law and Shisanniang. I mashed the two together, pour the juice of the two into the water sac, and after sealing it, I will rest for a while, plan to rest, and then go out of the woods and go down the mountain together.

Brother Murong's husband has extra clothes, although for Ji Yanzhi now, it's a bit forgiving. But Ji Yanzhi didn't say anything, only twisted the long sleeves and trousers. After all, Ji Yanzhi's clothes are not only tattered, but also stained with blood, unless Ji Yanzhi wants to expose his speciality and replace it with good clothes stored in the space.

"First bandage the wound."

The 13th Niang collected some common herbs for hemostasis near the door of her house, chewed them and applied them to several wounds on Ji Yanzhi's body.

Before pulling the arrow, Ji Yanzhi held the medicine in his mouth and then chewed and swallowed it. The effect of treating internal injuries can be said to be immediate, but the outside wound still needs a dressing.

At that time, Shisanniang came, and out of caution, Ji Yanzhi didn't take out the first-class golden sore medicine to bandage the wound, so now, I waited for Shisanniang's intimate dressing.