Traveler's Comprehension Guide

Chapter 307
Ten years ago.

Above the dark sky, a strange red sun shines on the barren land, and as far as the eye can see, it is barren, except for gravel and stones.

Di Shan hid under a protruding boulder, twisted the water bag at an extremely slow speed, and took a small sip of the bitter, salty water.

He carefully held the bitter water under his tongue, and swallowed it reluctantly after a while.

Climbing two steps forward in a very slow motion, he quietly observed the passage between the two worlds at the end of his sight through the gap between the two boulders.

Countless bone demons are gathering there, dense bones covering the ground, like a dense bone forest.

At the front of the team, a tall Hades swung a knife forward, and the eyes of the large group of bone demons lit up with soul fire, and rushed into the passage between the two worlds with stiff steps.

Dishan clenched his fists violently.

His relatives, his friends, all the fresh and familiar faces have long since disappeared, leaving only bones among the crowds of bone demons.

But he clearly knew where they were, but he could only watch from a distance, his heart was like a knife, and thousands of arrows pierced his heart, but he was helpless.

Dishan was in so much pain that he couldn't restrain himself. He clenched his fists tightly and pressed his distorted face tightly against the hard ground, as if the pain from his face could relieve the sadness and guilt in his heart.

It took him a long time to control his emotions, and quietly took two steps back, not daring to take another look.

A few Hades patrolling the battlefield flew by in the air. Di Shan held his breath and remained motionless, as hard as the stones around him. He didn't move back slowly until the Hades flew far away, retreated into the dark tunnel and left quietly. .

The exit is more than ten miles away, far away from the battlefield, so there is no need to worry about being discovered by the Ming clan, but Di Shan still observed carefully for a while, and after confirming that there was no problem, he got out of the tunnel, lifted a hollow stone, and carried it on his back like a turtle carrying a shell. On the body, lying on the ground with hands and feet together, moving slowly with light hands and feet.

His goal was a village a few hundred meters away, but it only took a short while to complete the journey, and Di Shan insisted on climbing for a full four hours.

During this period, the Hades flew overhead several times, but he carefully concealed them.

The village is not big, with only a hundred households, but it is already the largest village within a thousand miles. There is even a piece of carefully cultivated land in the village that can grow crops. All the houses are surrounded by that field. Building, like a city wall, guards that land.

That is the most precious wealth of the entire village, and it is also the basis for the survival of all villagers.

However, time has passed, and the fertile fields that were carefully cared for in the past are now barren. Clumps of weeds grow tenaciously between the long-abandoned field ridges, and the tough grass stalks sway wantonly in the strong wind.

The originally prosperous village has long been turned into ruins by the flames of war, leaving only collapsed houses, silently telling the prosperity of the past.

But now there is nothing there, only devastation.

Di Shan climbed into the village, observed carefully for a while, then suddenly lifted a boulder and rushed into a half-collapsed stone house.

That is the well house, the only well in the village is there, and it is the lifeblood of all the villagers.

Turned over and jumped into the well, until he fell to the bottom of the well, only to find a puddle of turbid dirty water.

But he didn't care about that much at all, he filled the water bag as quickly as possible, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard heavy and undisguised footsteps coming from outside the well.

No, it's the Hades!

Dishan leaped up, climbed on the wall of the well like a light monkey, and jumped into a depression on the wall of the well in twos and threes.

An empty barrel fell into the well, narrowly missing him.

There was a muffled sound from the empty barrel that touched the bottom, a few curses came from outside the well, and then there was a bang, and a few stones fell into the well.

As if Dishan was struck by lightning, the Ming clan who couldn't get water actually knocked down the well house and buried the mouth of the well!

The hatred in his heart was overwhelming, but he still didn't dare to make a sound, and quietly climbed up like a gecko, pricking up his ears to listen carefully.

There were chaotic footsteps outside the well, as well as whispering mutterings, it must be the brigade of the Ming clan.

Dishan retreated slowly, nestled on the wall of the well and waited patiently.

Exhaustion welled up in his heart, and Di Shan's spirit was gradually in a trance. Between half-dream and half-awake, time seemed to go back a long time ago. The smile of the aunt next door was still warm, and the playful little girl was bouncing around.

However, the aunt was smiling, with blood and tears suddenly oozing from her eyes, her warm smile was miserable and ferocious; the little girl was jumping and jumping, her flesh and blood fell off her body, and in the end only a small skeleton was left, but she still kept on dancing.

Dishan woke up suddenly, staring wide-eyed at the wall of the well that was close at hand, and held back the scream that almost burst through his throat in time.

He shrank his body and hugged his knees tightly, as if he had returned to that bloody night again, with screams and scolding... No, it was not an illusion, it was a real voice!

Dishan suddenly raised his head and listened in a daze. It took him a while to wake up like a dream. He bumped his head against the stone wall, closed his eyes tightly, and then closed his five senses, just like a piece of wood hiding in a well like a tortoise. Even if caught by the Hades, they will die unconsciously.

After an unknown amount of time, Di Shan reopened his five senses, and the surroundings were quiet, even his heartbeat and breathing could be heard clearly.

He sat in a daze for a while, and after a while he mustered up the courage to climb to the mouth of the well, and slowly pushed away the boulder blocking the mouth of the well. Standing outside the well and looking back at the village, the string that had been taut in his heart suddenly broke... …

In the village, broken flesh and blood piled up like a mountain, and lingering ghosts hovered above the flesh and blood, full of resentment.

Boundless pain flooded Di Shan's mind, he trembled uncontrollably, his knees softened and he fell to the ground.

But only a moment later, Dishan raised his head, pulled out a small knife and cut himself fiercely.One cut, two cuts, three cuts... until a piece of bloody human skin was cut alive.

But he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Di Shan slashed his face open with a knife, and swore in the most angrily and bitterly voice: "Dear folks and elders, Di Shan is incompetent... I, Di Shan, swear here that I will not avenge this, and I will not be a human being!"

A few spells pierced into the fresh flesh, and the human skin changed color and shrank, turning into a black flag the size of a palm,

He kowtowed down one by one, then the second, the third, and finally grabbed the ground with his head, his voice mournful: "Please help me, folks and elders!"

As soon as the words fell, the soaring resentment seemed to have found an outlet to vent, and flooded into the Soul Gathering Banner like a tide.

In the distance, a small group of Mingzu found that the resentment in this direction dissipated, and rushed over immediately.

Di Shan stood still on the ruins, and with the flick of his fingers, he emitted a burst of flames, and the flames shot up to the sky, burning the accumulated flesh and blood.

More than a dozen Ming clans arrived, their ferocious eyes reflecting the jumping flames, they raised their knives and swords and surrounded Dishan.

Di Shan didn't dodge or dodge, the soul-gathering flag shook and turned into a banner, and said coldly: "Father folks, elders, let's take some interest today, if you have revenge, you will repay your share, and if you have grievances, you will repay your grievances!"

In an instant, the cloudy wind rose suddenly, billowing black air gushed out of the Soul Gathering Banner, and turned into a whirlwind of ghost mist, engulfing the Ming clan surrounding Dishan.

Before the screams spread, more than a dozen Mingzu had been devoured by the unjust souls in the streamer, not even a single bone left.

Dishan sneered, retracted the pitch-black ghost mist into the banner, and left the place quietly.

(End of this chapter)