Eternal Night

Chapter 75 Jing Kang!!
Wu Xianxiao was a little dazed. He didn't expect that the place where he appeared was the wilderness, and it was the real, complete wilderness, the kind without any light source.

Shouldn't he be in the mansion?

Regardless of whether this mansion has been eroded and surrounded, or occupied by many horrors, he should at least appear in the city of Bianliang, right?
But immediately Wu Xianxiao suddenly remembered something.

His shelter in the world of Nifo Yaksha Meng was an event-type shelter, not a special shelter for Xu Shilan and the others. In other words, the location of his shelter was not fixed in that mansion. When Xu Shilan and the others died, their shelter disappeared.

Could it be that, because the shelter of the two disappeared and it was an event-type shelter, the nightmare that was supposed to appear did not penetrate into Gaia?
In this world, Wu Xianxiao is already in a level 4 shelter, so he still has a personal information interface in this world. He immediately asked loudly: "Mastermind, will the event-type shelter not allow any nightmares to penetrate?"

"Judgment in progress... Judgment completed. Answer: No. The penetration entrance of the event-type shelter is the location where you last left the dream world. Until you re-enter, the penetration location will be transferred to your own location."

Wu Xianxiao fell into silence. He was a little confused. If that was the case, then the penetration point of his event-type shelter should be in the mansion in Bianliang City. Why had no nightmare penetrated for more than 160 days?

Moreover, the place he came out from was in the wilderness, a wilderness without any human habitation. Could this also be a special feature of the event-type shelter? But that was not right. The last time he entered and exited, he was in the vicinity of Niujia Village.

Wu Xianxiao asked again: "Mastermind, what is the principle of the location of the entrance to the event-based shelter?"

"Judgment in progress... Judgment completed. The principle of the entrance location of the event-type shelter is to appear at the last exit location. However, if you have not entered the dream world for more than 30 days, when you enter again, you will appear at the place where the current dream world history records and historical events have changed most dramatically and most likely, so that maintenance personnel can improve the shelter level and avoid potential dangers."

Wu Xianxiao thought about it carefully again. When he entered before, he was in the villages around Bianliang, which was indeed very close to the core of the Song Dynasty. However... this place is in the wilderness. Could it be that it is also the place where historical records or historical events took place?
Wu Xianxiao looked around and asked again, "Master Brain, what exactly is your judgment?"

"Judgment in progress... Judgment completed. This judgment is divided into two parts. The first part is to judge the information level of the object to be judged. The second part is to judge the comprehensive figures of the maintenance personnel's professional title level, contribution level, number and level of shelters, and their own strength level. If the information level is lower than the comprehensive figures of the maintenance personnel, the judgment result can be reported. Otherwise, no information will be given."

Wu Xianxiao was speechless. It was not until now that he knew that the main brain actually had such rules.

At this moment, Wu Xianxiao felt something moving in his ears. He immediately focused his attention and indeed heard a hint of fighting and shouting, but it was very faint, proving that the sound was far away, perhaps even thousands of meters away. With his level of transformation, he could only hear a tiny bit of it.

Wu Xianxiao did not dare to delay and immediately rushed towards the source of the sound.

According to the main brain, because it is an event-type shelter, as long as one has not entered for more than thirty days, then when one enters again, he will appear around the focal area of ​​historical records or historical events. Obviously, the sound of swords and weapons is likely to be the node of historical records and historical events.

At this moment, Wu Xianxiao didn't even burst out at full speed, and he was running in the mountains and forests, and his speed reached about one hundred meters in two seconds. His whole figure flashed by, like a cheetah or tiger in the mountains. In just a moment, he turned a valley and saw the team on the road ahead, and the pursuers who were chasing this team.

Most of the former are fleeing frantically, but about two or three hundred people are still resisting stubbornly. The pursuing troops are actually not large in number, only about two or three hundred people, but they are in high spirits and are strangling the resisters.

Wu Xianxiao watched from a distance and immediately distinguished the difference between the two teams.

The fleeing groups that were pursued were mostly high-ranking officials, including women, attendants, and generals in official uniforms. Those who resisted stubbornly also wore leather armor of the Song Dynasty soldiers and generals.

The pursuers looked different. Their hairstyles were very strange. Some were bald, some had their heads shaved and some had braids, or they wore all kinds of strange decorations. They also had fur, leather armor, and all kinds of defensive equipment. The weapons they used were also varied. However, they all rode horses, and some even rode two horses at a time.

"Barbarians!?"

Without even taking a closer look, Wu Xianxiao immediately moved his qi and blood to start accelerating. He took one step and was dozens of meters away. In just ten seconds, he had rushed out of the forest and onto the road. Then, he hooked his foot and picked up a big knife that fell on the ground. With one hand, he grasped it and rushed into the barbarian cavalry.

The first two barbarians were using machetes and spears to kill the fleeing defeated soldiers, when they saw a figure flashing towards them. Before they could raise their weapons to attack or resist, the two barbarians' eyes went dark, and they and their horses were chopped into pieces. The figure did not stop, and he raised his knife and killed five or six barbarians in just the blink of an eye, and he chopped them into pieces along with their weapons and armor.

Immediately both sides of the battlefield were startled at the same time, and everyone could see clearly that there was an eighteen-foot tall young man holding a big knife and blocking the way of the barbarians.

The pace of the fleeing Song soldiers all slowed down. At this time, a wounded general suddenly rode forward, shouting loudly at the fleeing Song soldiers. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he actually integrated the hundreds of soldiers who had begun to flee. Along with the wounded general were several Song generals. They seemed to have come to their senses at this time and also stepped forward to guard the wounded general.

At this time, the hundreds of barbarians also came to their senses, and they all screamed. A bald man who was at least two meters tall, full of muscles and with a brutal face rode out, holding two heavy hammers in his hands, and rushed towards Wu Xianxiao like a tank. But Wu Xianxiao did not even move his feet, nor did he defend or dodge. He chopped the heavy hammer with the long sword in his hand. At the moment when the long sword and the heavy hammer collided, his palm trembled slightly, and the whole sword also trembled at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Under the burst of energy, the sword, which was obviously thinner, actually cut the heavy hammer directly, cutting the heavy hammer into two pieces along with the barbarian and the horse.

Blood splattered everywhere and there was complete silence all around.

"Well, hero! My name is Zong Ze, and I dare to ask you to join me in killing the enemy!" The injured general roared loudly and was about to ride forward, but was stopped by the Song generals around him.

Wu Xianxiao was stunned when he heard this. Zong Ze...

The Zongze who crosses the river, crosses the river, crosses the river! ?

But then Wu Xianxiao's face darkened. If this was Zong Ze, then these barbarians in front of him were...

"Jin soldiers?" Wu Xianxiao asked in a low voice.

Zong Ze immediately shouted from behind: "It's that golden thief!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xianxiao's murderous intent rose in his heart. He did not wait for the Jin soldiers to rush over, but rushed forward with the big knife in his hand, and broke into the Jin soldiers' formation. With a wave of his hand and a slash of his knife, the Jin soldiers were cut into several pieces.

He was fast and agile, and the power in his hands was about ten tons even if he didn't burst out with all his strength. Anyone he touched would be injured, and anyone he hit would be killed. Although these Jin soldiers were fierce and there were some brave men among them who could fight ten people at the same time, the gap between them and Wu Xianxiao was too great. In just ten seconds, nearly a hundred Jin soldiers were chopped into pieces of meat.

This was truly shocking. The remaining Jin soldiers immediately screamed and fled on their horses, but how could they be faster than Wu Xianxiao?

Of the remaining two hundred or so Jin soldiers, the farthest one only ran five hundred meters away before being hacked to death with the sword of Wu Xianxiao who caught up with them. Only at this time had the Song soldiers' formation been set up.

Zong Ze's eyes lit up as he muttered "thousands of enemies" and was about to ride his horse towards Wu Xianxiao, but he was still blocked by the surrounding Song generals. He roared angrily, "Don't you even listen to my orders?!"

At this moment, a group of people rushed over from the back of the team. The leader looked a little embarrassed, but he was obviously in much better condition than the people around him. Before he got close, he shouted loudly: "Master, save me, Master, save me!"

Zong Ze was stunned, then looked at Wu Xianxiao with a strange look.

At this time, Wu Xianxiao swung his sword and walked towards the Song army formation. These Song soldiers dared not to stop him and immediately made way without even giving orders.

At this time, the man who was shouting "Master" also came to Zong Ze's side, and Zong Ze immediately asked, "Grand Marshal, who is this?"

The man called the Grand Marshal was actually Zhao Gou, the Prince of Kang, whom Wu Xianxiao knew. He ignored Zongze and almost rolled off his horse. He bowed and saluted from a distance at Wu Xianxiao and said, "Master, save me. I will definitely repay you in the future!"

Wu Xianxiao ignored him and just stepped to Zhao Gou's side, then asked only one word: "Jing Kang?"

Zhao Gou was stunned, while Zong Ze said sadly: "It is now the first year of the Jingkang period. Three months ago, the late emperor abdicated and Your Majesty ascended the throne."

Wu Xianxiao nodded slightly, then looked at Zhao Gou.

Zhao Gou's face was uncertain, but he immediately said: "The Jin soldiers attacked us five months ago. Three months ago, my father abdicated to my elder brother, but I didn't expect that my elder brother couldn't resist for even three months. Ten days ago, Kaifeng fell. My father and elder brother were both captured by the Jin soldiers. Now the Jin soldiers are chasing us. Please, Master, save me for the sake of the people of the world!"

Wu Xianxiao was confused. Although he was not good at history, he remembered that the Jingkang Shame did not happen in the first year of Jingkang. Although the Jin soldiers attacked the Northern Song Dynasty, the Northern Song Dynasty seemed to have resisted for one or two years. How could it be possible to capture Kaifeng in just four or five months?
Zong Ze seemed to have guessed Wu Xianxiao's identity, and he added: "It wouldn't have happened so quickly, but that traitor Guo Jing!"

"He is a traitor of the Jin army! He is a subordinate of the northern monster!!"

(End of this chapter)