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The two towns of Longmen Feijia are less than forty miles apart, so there is no such thing as the only way to pass. The yellow sand is a journey. However, compared with the traces that are easy to be smoothed by wind and sand, there is indeed a flat shortcut.

, People often go.

As I walked more and more over time, it became a road later.

The villagers in Huzhou and Feijia Town went out to purchase goods the next month, and this one was the one who walked.

Hu Lai was lying leisurely in the bumpy car, raising his legs and humming the imported song. Suddenly, he felt something hitting his waist, so he reached out to grop.

After a while, he held up a rare thing that looked like a copper bottle and looked at it, "Uncle Jin Liu, who would like this thing in our town? I guess you took the opportunity to take a break and play with it..."

The Fengya man who was escorting the horse next to the convoy smiled and said, "Don't underestimate this thing, but it's very valuable."

Hu said, "What is the purpose? Is it okay to put wine?"

The man surnamed Jin said, "We are afraid that we don't have such good wine in the west."

Hu Lai said boredly: "It's Uncle Jin Liu! When he was young, he traveled around and saw some worlds outside of yellow sand. If it were my father, he would not even want to exchange the price of half a hare."

The man surnamed Jin laughed and said with a thrill, "It's worth the money, and it depends on the person..."

...

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

When the bustling town gradually became the background of the desert and the fields became cold and quiet, it seemed as if the moon in the starry sky had begun to hide and play hide-and-seek.

This kind of weather is not uncommon in the world of Tianxi.

And it's very popular.

As the saying goes, the night of killing people is dark and windy. Such a beautiful scenery, if you don’t take the opportunity to rob your family and make money and set fire, wouldn’t you let the good wishes of the God?

No matter what others think, so do Daqimen and Xiefeng Valley think.

As a time-honored force in Tianxi, the legend of long bow chasing wings and hundreds of ghosts walking at night is believed to have heard of the three-year-old child in the Longmen Flying Armor and the adjacent counties and towns within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Because they are horse thieves.

奇怪的是,势同水火明争暗斗分庭抗礼共存了许多年的两伙马贼,今夜竟破天荒头一遭联起了手.

In the dark night, hundreds of horsemen on the left wing were wearing long bows on their backs, while hundreds of ghosts on the right wing were floating in the dark money and wild. The two advanced in unison, only ten miles away from Feijia Town.

...

At the head of the town, I jumped out of the carriage.

Say hello to my dad

Then, he pulled the doctor who was in poor condition along the way and did not dare to delay running towards his home for a moment.

As for the remaining uncles and brothers, they need to stay in the head of the town, take stock of the goods needed by each company and send them one by one. As far as Hu Lai knew, in less than half an hour, my father could not live without him.

He remembered that Brother Luo was injured and couldn't wait.

Like countless late nights when you can't see your fingers, the flashing lights of the hundreds of schools in Feijia Town sank into the dream, and the surroundings seemed extremely quiet except for the whistling wind.

Hu Lai didn't care about these things.

"My mom, I'm back."

"My mother, are you asleep? Brother Luo is okay?"

Pulling the doctor up the door tent, Hu Lai glanced briefly, and saw the girl sleeping sleeping in front of the lamp. The boy felt guilty and booed the doctor who was sweating himself, and then took it down.

The fur pied behind the door hood quietly walked over to wear clothes for A Niang.

Unintentionally, she touched the cold all over her body. The boy was afraid that his body would be frozen and shouted softly: "My mother, wake up. It's too cold here. Let's help you on the bed."

After pushing it lightly for a few moments, Hu Lai suddenly felt his palm sticking slightly. He withdrew his hands and saw a blood stain under the light.

The boy was shocked and shook his mother hard, but he knew that the latter fell down like this.

Hu Zhou Fenghuo, a middle-aged man with a national face, rushed away and rushed into the tent. He happened to see this scene.

...

The young man, Wu Lai, died inexplicably. Such cold corpses are found in every tent and camp in Feijia Town.

Those who went out to purchase found that the first family in the town died suddenly, and they rushed towards their homes.

So some people cried with their wives and children, some hugged their parents, and some hugged their brothers and sisters. The remote and secluded town was soon obscured by the sad cry.

What happened that caused the entire Feijia Town to be slaughtered forever? Everyone had such a question hanging in their hearts. But who should they ask?

Uncle Jin Liu, the most sober in the town, soon got the answer.

Of course it's nonsense.

Because he left the town when Luoxia was right, everyone was safe and sound at that time.

金六叔找了过来.

Everyone came here.

They gathered together with red eyes, as if they were about to raise an army to question. When they saw Huzhou, who had a national face, walked away with his sleeping wife, holding his deep sleeping wife.

When they left, everyone led by Uncle Jin Liu stopped.

Uncle Jin Liu looked at the dull and confused boy, and his thoughts of asking questions disappeared. He thought that if this child knew what was going on, how could the third sister-in-law have...

Something seems wrong!

A thought flashed in Uncle Jin Liu's mind. As he was suspicious, the sound of horse hooves came from the corners of his ears.

The first thing that the beating torch shone was a red flag waving in the wind, with a silver spear painted on it.

Immediately afterwards, the Ming Qian was flying all over the sky, and the black dragon-patterned coffin was engraved on it.

Looking back, countless ghosts were sobbing and swinging among the galloping horses. The horses were covered with young and strong men wearing blue clothes and longbows carrying murderous auras.

"Long bow chases the wings, and hundreds of ghosts walk at night." Uncle Jin Liu was knowledgeable and instantly saw the origin of these uninvited guests.

"It's the big flag gate!"

"There is also the Evil Wind Valley!"

"It turns out that the murderer is them! These beasts who kill without blinking will fight them."

The relative's corpse was not cold yet, but now he saw with his own eyes that the culprit was still showing off his power. The furious people began to prepare for local materials, as if they were fighting to the end.

But they who have lived here for generations are used to hearing the fierce thief who chased the wings of the long bow and the hundred ghosts at night. They have already planted the seeds of fear in their hearts. They keep shouting for revenge, but they hide in Uncle Jin Liu.

No one led the way behind him.

“吁吁……”

“Well…”

The winged wings of the night were speeding around, and the hundreds of ghosts floating in the night were swiftly swallowed by the night.

With a whisper of a horse, the young master of the big flag sect, who was wearing a long bow, slowly stepped forward. Before he could speak, an arrow broke through the wind and came towards him.

The young master, who was about his early twenties, chuckled and drew his sword.

Then close the knife.

The arrows fell.

His eyes swept over Uncle Jin Liu and others, and his contemptuous eyes finally fell on the young man Hu Lai.

Hu Lai held the old bow in his hand.

His hands were trembling.

It was not fear, but the excitement caused by the burning of hatred by the passionate blood rushing to the head. This excitement made him inexplicably nervous, otherwise the arrow just now would not have easily broken the other party.

The boy held the bow tightly and stared at the young man with a arrogant face on the horse's back, thinking like this.