Introduction:

The sunset is like blood, the wind is as strong as a knife, and the yellow sand is everywhere in the sky.

Six or seven men, like wooden sculptures and clay sculptures, stood on the edge of wind and sand, and their eyes were all staring at the yellow sand in front of them as if a few gold bricks suddenly flew out of the yellow sand in the sky.

These people are of different shapes and dressed differently. Several of them are particularly conspicuous. One is a long robe and a blue shirt, holding a long banner, and is a wandering doctor; one is ragged and holding a bamboo pole, and he is actually a savage for a hundred families; another is wearing an iron armored war suit and a sabre on his waist, which is clearly a soldier from a military camp. The other people are also different, either as thin as a knife, or short and thick, and one monk has a monk, but his expression is full of anxiety.

"You guys say, can the boss come out?" A man as thin as a knife licked his chapped lips and asked softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a short, thick and generous man next to him buzzed: "Fuck, the boss will definitely come out, and there will be the second, fourth, fifth, sixth, and eighth, all come out." After saying that, he shook his thick neck and shouted to the side: "Three brother, do you think so?"

The eagle-eyed man called the third brother said "happy" from his nose, without even blinking, and still staring at the yellow sand in the sky.

Another half an hour later, suddenly a goshawk fell from the sky and landed on the shoulders of another very thin man. "Jiujiu" kept crying in a low voice, and dozens of gazes of a group of people turned to the thin man at the same time, each of which was full of expectations.

As the eagle cried low, the thin man's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly: "Everyone is ready, the boss is coming out." All six or seven people were excited, held their breath, and dozens of eyes looked at the desert together.

After a while, a desolate and tragic song suddenly came from the yellow sand all over the sky, with hoarse voices, like crying blood, very desolate and extremely sad.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and tall man slowly appeared in the wind and sand. His face was as bright as gold paper, his eyebrows were furrowed, blood marks were hidden at the corners of his mouth, and his body was covered with blood. He carried a huge black coffin on his left shoulder, held it with one hand, and the other hand held five hemp ropes tightly. Five corpses were tied to the other end of the hemp rope.

This scene was so shocking. A tall man seriously injured, carrying a huge black coffin and dragging five corpses to sing sadly in the wind and sand. Even the six or seven people here in Jiuhou stayed there for a moment.

The short and strong man reacted first, ran to meet him, and cried while running, "Brother! Second brother, Fourth brother, Fifth brother, Sixth brother, Eighth brother, Old Eighth brother, What's wrong with you?" The rest of the people woke up and met them together.

The tall man called the eldest brother was seriously injured, and he took the bodies of the five brothers out of the desert with all his faith. It was already time to run out of the oil. At this time, when he suddenly saw the brothers, he felt relieved and could no longer support him. When he relaxed his hands, the coffin on his shoulder fell to the ground, making a muffled sound, and raised his head, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight backwards.

Although the short and strong man started first, the thin man who had spoken before arrived first. He hugged the tall man and slowly put him down. Then the rest of the people surrounded him and shouted in succession: "Brother, brother!"

The tall man slowly opened his tiger eyes, touched the corners of his mouth, smiled bitterly, and said in a stern voice: "The second, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, the eighth, are all heroes. They fought for the last drop of blood before falling down. You must bring their corpses back and take good care of their descendants."

The third brother was about to speak, but the tall man waved his hand and pointed to the huge black coffin and said, "We brothers chased this thing from the south of the world to the north of the sea, from the black mountain and the white water to the wind and sand desert. Finally, they took it with the lives of the five brothers. They really couldn't kill it to avenge the five brothers. They must hide it so that it will never see the light of day, so as not to harm the world."

Speaking of this, the aura of the great man could no longer be received. He knew that there was not much time left, so he continued to struggle and said, "After hiding it, the Qimen brothers will live in peace and guard forever. Among the descendants, each generation will choose one to take over. Don't reveal this secret, otherwise... or... "

The third brother also knew that the tall man was about to run out of energy, so he hurriedly received: "Brother, don't worry, I know, but where is it better to hide this thing?"

The tall man took a deep breath and exhaled and said, "The south of the colorful clouds, 100,000 mountains..." Before he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief. He tilted his head, closed his eyes, and returned to his soul. He was just a journey to the west. In the wind and sand, only the crying of these six or seven people were left.
Chapter completed!