Behind the stone wall, the cries of girls and wives were very muffled.

The aunt next door told about the situation in the village. More than one person died. Two old people were beaten to death by enemy soldiers on the ground. There was no reason. Maybe they just disliked the two old people. Finally, the old village chief led the people in a hurry.

Burial.

Several family members of the victims cried heartbrokenly. For the first time, everyone knew what it meant to destroy a country and a family.

The rain is still falling.

The stream in the valley became turbulent, and the new banana leaves on the shack were moistened by the rain and did not dry up.

Feng Ying stood on the stone wall without saying a word. Perhaps she couldn't bear the cries of her lost loved ones. She lowered her straw hat with her hands and turned towards the river beach.

I glanced at the ducks and geese taking shelter under the banana tree, untied the boat rope, pushed hard, and jumped onto the small fishing boat offshore.

We rowed to find a recess under the cliff, stopped the boat and took shelter from the rain alone.

The thick cliffs above the head block the heavy rain, and the areas not covered by the rain are very dry. Many waterbirds rest and leave a lot of white guano, and there are wild pigeon nests high up.

The clothes soaked by the rain clung to my body and felt very tight when I moved.

Feeling cold all over after the wind blew, Feng Ying folded her arms and squatted on the dry rocks to watch the rain.

All the images of underwater fighting come to mind.

She doesn't like killing, but she is forced to do things she doesn't like.

I still can't figure out why those people do bad things. The more I think about it, the more confused my head becomes, just like it's pouring rain outside and I can't see clearly.

After a long while, he sighed, took out half of the dried fish and chewed it slowly.

A white water bird was gliding in the rain. It originally wanted to fly into the recess of the cliff to take shelter from the rain. After seeing Feng Ying, it circled around and abandoned this shelter. It gradually moved away until it could no longer be seen.

Feng Ying thought a lot.

Thinking about when the bad guys would leave and whether the missing ship would arouse their anger.

The drowned body was entangled in water plants to keep it from floating for a while.

What if they find out that one person is missing and get angry.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally came up with an immature way to pretend that the storm was too big and caused a disaster. After all, this kind of thing is very common in the great lakes and rivers, but it needs to leave some traces. Feng Ying thought about finding a way to pretend it was an accident, so as to avoid the revenge of the bad guys.

Villagers.

Just do whatever you want, get up and jump on the boat back to the valley, and use the rope to drag another small fishing boat away.

Rowing time and time again, the valley shelter behind is getting further and further away...

The only sound of rain could be heard on the vast white lake surface, which was pockmarked by the rain.

Maybe a long time passed.

Only the thick outline of Beishan Mountain can be vaguely seen.

No other boats were found on the lake. Maybe they all went back to the fishing village to escape the storm. This would be convenient for pretending that the fishing boat was in trouble and sunk.

Watch the water flow carefully and then look at the wind direction.

After releasing the oars, Feng Ying walked to the stern and jumped into the neighbor's small fishing boat, throwing away the two oars.

He gently picked up the bottom of the boat with a bamboo stick, grabbed the hemp fiber at the seam of the boat and pulled it upwards. Water immediately gushed out from the bottom of the boat like a fountain. Feng Ying turned around and jumped back to his fishing boat. He waited quietly for the cabin to be filled with water before grabbing the boat again.

Hold the bow of the boat and press it down hard and flip it over.

The messy debris on the boat was blown away quickly by the wind.

The sunken ship is too heavy, and it floats slowly despite the wind and waves. It is expected to be carried to the shore by the underwater undercurrent.

Feng Ying silently stared at the sunken ship with its bottom turned upside down, hoping that they would not persecute the villagers when they saw it.

Looking at the bottom of the boat that flickers in and out of the wind and waves, it looks like the uncertain future of the fishing village.

Just when I was getting ready to go back, I noticed something unusual. There were gaps between the rain clouds during the precipitation. I took advantage of the short gap to see many people on the hillside.

The rain clouds were pushed away by the wind, and bunches of rainfall visible to the naked eye hurried away.

After careful observation and identification, Feng Ying was very sure that they were the bad guys from the enemy country and three mysterious people who were traveling at night.

They walked on the mountain road in the rain, looking towards unknown hills in the distance.

Feng Ying had visited that place before when he was collecting medicinal herbs and hunting. There was also an old stone temple, and it was unknown which god it was enshrined in.

The gaps in the rain clouds continued to move forward, and soon covered the figures of those people again.

When I was debating whether to go and take a look, many strangers appeared in the gaps in the rain clouds that had moved far away.

"..."

The little fish village suddenly became very lively.

Feng Ying had an intuition. Although he didn't know whether the two groups were from the same force, they were definitely heading for the dragon veins mentioned by the two gods. After thinking about it, he felt that he should go and have a look. If he could stop it, he would stop it, even if he couldn't.

You can also know what happened.

After docking, he hid the boat and took the rusty iron knife and bamboo spear ashore.

I took a shortcut to climb the mountain in the rain. It was extremely difficult to walk due to the thick fallen leaves soaking up the rainwater. The exposed soil was full of running water.

Feng Ying didn't pay attention just now, but a special figure appeared on the mountain road...

Halfway up the mountain.

A team of nearly forty people walked on the road wearing raincoats.

Beishan is very big and very high. Fortunately, the mountain road is relatively gentle. Villagers go up the mountain to hunt and collect herbs all year round. They gradually walk out on a solid mountain road without worrying about slipping or being difficult to walk. The horses stay in the fishing village. Walking in front are two strong men.

Han, one of them held a falcon on his shoulder, and three monks in robes followed easily.

Originally, the falcon could be used to explore the way, but unexpectedly, the rain was too heavy and the injured falcon, which had not yet recovered, could not take off.

What he didn't know was that his falcon failed to take off, but another falcon was circling in the sky in the rain.

On the hillside, Feng Ying's speed became faster and faster.

From walking slowly at the beginning, to leaping ten feet away in one step, jumping accurately on stones, the heat in the body dissipates the cold and relieves fatigue. Feng Ying feels that it may be the legendary fairy power. It feels very strange.

While running, I saw an eagle in the rain. I thought it belonged to the bad guys in the village, so I had no choice but to rush in the valley to avoid the eagle's eyes. I thought that if it didn't rain, the local crows would tell the foreign eagles who was the landlord.

In the rugged jungle, Feng Ying ran faster than a cheetah.

In the mountains and forests, everyone is in a hurry.

Noon.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped, and golden sunshine shone through the gaps in the clouds.

More than thirty people were resting on an ordinary hill somewhere. Three monks in robes were walking around with various magical weapons in their hands. Occasionally, they would use magic to float up and look around.

They are located on the top of a hill, with a wide view, and at their feet is a rock that has been weathered by wind and sun for many years.

It's very ordinary, like an old cow's back, giving people a comfortable feeling.

The two young disciples started the process, and the older monk made calculations as he walked, constantly marking and calibrating on the animal skin map, confirming over and over again.

The smooth rocky ridge on the top of the hill is about ten feet long and five feet wide, with traces left by wind and rain erosion.

It looks like it is covered with huge dragon scales.

The old monk put away the map and handed it to the strong man who commanded the soldiers.

"That's right here. I'm going to start. I only have one chance of success."

Hearing this, the strong man commander nodded.

"Master Immortal, please rest assured. We have cooperated many times and I guarantee there will be no problem."

After saying that and waving his hands, the soldiers under his command picked up their weapons and dispersed. Perhaps they felt that there was no one in the deserted mountains and mountains, so they were too lazy to put on their armor. They just followed the rules and paid attention to all directions. The other strong man felt sorry for the falcon and did not let him fly.

The old monk took out a jade bottle and sprinkled the unknown dark red liquid on the smooth ridge rocks. He poured it three times in total, forming a triangular shape.

After finishing, he waved to the two young disciples.

The disciple put down his backpack and pulled out three long iron nails. The iron nails had three sides, which was very strange.
Chapter completed!