Fufeng Mountain, Tietou Village.

Choosing this place as a base for the cottage is very particular.

Once we arrived, this place was far away from the Tianyumen Mountain Gate, and there was no spiritual energy. The people living here were ordinary animals and plants, and hunting alone could feed a lot of people.

Secondly, there are often people seeking Taoism on the trail at the foot of the mountain, either going to Tianyu Sect, or heading west to Mingyue Sword Sect.

Coupled with the business travelers going to Jingshui City, porters, etc., these large and small carriages are just fat sheep that are extremely rich in the eyes of the bandits.

They specifically pick out the weak and kill them if they dare to resist. If they hit the iron plate, they will run back to the mountains. They have succeeded many times along the way.

At this time, a figure jumped out from the village and quietly hid his figure.

He was dressed in black and carrying a giant sword. It was Ye Baiyu.

I don't know why the bandits came out in full force, leaving the village empty. He finally got the treasure hidden in the house of the boss, and was walking down the mountain along the night road.

His expression remained normal, but the occasional glance back showed that he was not at peace in his heart.

‘Yu’er, you seem a little guilty.’ An old voice sounded softly in the heart from the ring.

‘No.’

Recalling the days when he lived in a cottage, Ye Baiyu said without hesitation.

Those are extremely vulgar bandits. They like to eat bloody meat. When drinking, they like to grab the wine jar and pour it into their mouths. They are afraid that they will not get food so they spit into it... Just sitting with them,

It makes people want to vomit.

What is there to feel guilty about?

‘It’s okay if you don’t, I thought you had feelings for them.’

‘How is that possible?’

‘Then I’m relieved, after all, they can’t get the soul iron back.’

Listening to the old man's calm voice in the ring, Ye Baiyu's footsteps gradually slowed down and he narrowed his eyes, 'What soul iron?'

‘Last time you were injured by people from the Mingyue Sword Sect and you felt depressed, so you confided the news to them after drinking, and they said they would help you get it back.’

‘…what did you do?’

‘I used a little trick.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me?!’

Ye Baiyu was silent for a while, then an unknown fire burned up, and he suddenly roared.

How could those stupid bandits outplay Fang Xingyun!

The bastard named Fang seems to have changed completely. Even Yichuan can't see what he is thinking. How can he resist these bandits!

'If you don't let them go, how will you get the treasure? Yu'er, you really...'

"Shut up!"

Ye Baiyu rarely took the initiative to cut off the connection with the ring, speeded up his movements, and rushed down the mountain eagerly.

When he ran all the way to the messy path halfway up the mountain, a strong man with a black iron tower appeared at the corner, struggling to push away the weeds.

With joy in his heart, Ye Baiyu fell in front of him, held his shoulders and said excitedly: "Hei Qi, are you okay!"

Hearing this, Wang Heiqi raised his head sluggishly, opened his eyes wide, looked at him intently for a while, and grinned: "Yu..."

"Where are the brothers? Why didn't they follow you back?"

Looking around, Ye Baiyu found that he was the only one with footprints on the road, and his heart sank.

The strong man looked at him with turbid eyes, "They...some were folded in the hands of Six Doors, and some were -"

"Cough, cough!"

Wang Heiqi pushed him away, threw him heavily to the ground, and vomited a large pool of black blood on his side.

Seeing this, Ye Baiyu's pupils shrank and he said in shock: "Hei Qi, you have been poisoned!"

"Well..." The strong man groaned in pain, turned over, lay on his back on the grass, and said in a weak voice: "Don't talk about this, have you got that thing?"

"What-"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Baiyu reacted and his voice became dry and inexplicable, "...you know?"

"Ha, the disciples of Tianyu Sect will join our Tietou Village, do they want to eat meat with us, or play with women together?" Wang Heiqi laughed, "I know it all, Yu. I know it all."
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"Then why did you let me in!"

Thinking that they died because of him, Ye Baiyu couldn't help but shed a few lines of tears and shook him vigorously, trying to find an answer.

"Cough, cough!" The strong man coughed and laughed. His whole body shriveled up like a shriveled balloon, and his flesh and blood seemed to wither on their own, revealing the dense white bones.

"Speak!"

His true energy was flowing in continuously, and he was crying and retching, as if he wanted to spit out his soul.

"Because you are just like us," Wang Heiqi patted his head, "even if we suck mud and water, we will survive."

I don’t know how long it had been since someone had touched my head. Feeling the gradually losing warmth, Ye Baiyu’s vision became blurry.

"I'm going to save those brothers who are locked up, and I'm going to inherit the village. Don't die, boss!"

"I don't want you to do anything," Wang Heiqi laughed heartily when he finally heard the title from his mouth, "Yu, you have to run, run to a very, very high place -"

Looking along his fingers, the distant sky lowered its eyes indifferently, and the white clouds did not stop because of the death of weeds.

Snap!

The hand that had touched his head had lost all its strength and fell softly to the ground.

Wang Heiqi's body began to rot, exuding fishy pus and blood.

‘People like us are born with nothing, but want to leave something behind when we die. Isn’t it stupid?’

He didn't know where Wang Heiqi was from, or what he had gone through, and why he became a bandit leader here.

The only thing Ye Baiyu knows is that he did leave something behind in this world.

The secret book in my arms fell to the ground, and the text on the cover was blurry and clear.

He wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously, picked it up, and stuffed it back.

...

...

Fufeng Mountain, west.

A group of monks wearing white robes and carrying swords at their waists used the lifting technique and swept all the way up the mountain.

After all, he is a disciple from Shushan Sword Sect. He has formed a good formation along the way and his cooperation can be said to be well-trained.

The leader was a tall woman with long hair pulled up. After borrowing strength several times, she stopped in front of a big stone and gently raised her right hand.

A few steps further, there is a thick and rolling white mist. It seems to have vitality, constantly spreading towards the surroundings, swallowing everything in.

Upon seeing this, the Sword Sect disciples behind her immediately stopped, raised their weapons, and stood on guard in all directions.

"Sister, this is..."

"Shh." Fang Qingxiao raised his index finger and said concisely, "It smells like corpse, hold your breath."

The team suddenly fell silent. The disciples methodically picked up the sword techniques and took out the magic weapons. Some people took out the talismans and lit them.

When they were all ready, Fang Qingxiao raised his hand and struck out with a sword. The light of the sword parted the dense fog like water and waves, revealing what was hidden inside.

They were male corpses with strange dead appearances, scattered all over half of the mountain.

The clothes they were wearing had rotted away, leaving only skeletons all over their bodies, with rotten flesh hanging loosely on them.

The female disciple in the team couldn't bear it anymore, she squatted down holding her belly and vomited it out.
Chapter completed!