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Chapter 245: Everything you see is suffering, arriving at the destination

Su Di!

Since ancient times, Yangzhou Shou Ma, a land of romance and wealth, is a word for a woman in distress, but it is indeed the favorite toy of the ancient ruling class.

To be honest, this Yangzhou thin horse actually lives a much better life than the ordinary people who have no clothes to cover their bodies and no food to eat. At least what they wear and what they eat is good.

The land that used to be bustling with traffic and affluent is now devastated, with corpses strewn across the fields, and the rotting stench that makes people choke.

Lone souls and wild ghosts who were transformed into soulless ghosts by the murderous aura wandered in the wind. Busy seducers often appeared flashing around, collecting souls everywhere. Maybe it was because of the heavy workload, and they all had unusually bad tempers.

The living are like demons, and the dead are also like demons. There is no human scene here, they have become demonic soil.

In the countryside, there are ten houses and nine empty fields. Along the way, you can hardly see many houses with smoke coming from cooking. Most of the dilapidated houses have their doors open, and a strong smell of blood comes out from inside. In the cold, In winter, the smell makes people feel sick.

If it were summer, the rotting corpses would definitely bring the plague virus. People in rags and coats were often seen hanging on the tall trees, floating in the wind, sticking out their tongues and dripping. The rope was dripping with dead blood and made a crunching sound as it rubbed against the tree trunk.

"The little devil is really not a human being!" Hongpao couldn't stand the evil spirit anymore. The number of people she had harmed was limited, but what she saw and heard along the way amazed her.

Pregnant women with broken bellies, children thrown around, and human flesh cooked in pots are all the good deeds of the little devils.

"There are no human beings in wars. In the past few hundred years, Huaguo has experienced too much. Take the city of Yangzhou as an example. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, it was said that there were less than a hundred people within a hundred miles, and even the living trees It is also clear that when the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the city of Yangzhou was completely slaughtered again. As for the warlords' wars in these years, the dog warlords were not much better to the people, but at least they could not do anything like Things like massacre of villages on such a large scale.”

"Can that be the same? Internal fighting is our own business! Why is he a barbarian?"

"..."

Hongpao’s consciousness is quite high! He is also a person who clearly understands what a country is. This is not ironic. People of this era have been brainwashed by the Manchu Qing's century-old policy of obscuring the people.

It's not like a bunch of low-level people in later generations sitting together and clearly arranging world strategy with just two ounces of beer. If they don't have any coins in their pockets, it won't affect their attention to military and national affairs at all.

On the contrary, the big plutocrats and experts have lost their patriotic feelings. For example, the expert who proposed that straw should not be burned turned out to be a traitor. When he first proposed it, many people scolded him. It turns out that the masses are very discerning.

Fairy Town!

He Xiuhongpao stood at the highest point, looking at the scene below, and was speechless for a long time. This is a town east of Yangzhou City, on the side of the canal. It is visually estimated that there are more than 300 households and more than 1,000 rooms. The house is now filled with smoke, apparently just after the fire. The remaining afterglow shows that this prosperous town near the canal has been massacred by Japanese pirates.

"Help, help."

"Yoshi, the flower girl's job, hahaha"

"..."

A classic conversation came from the grass not far away. It would be okay if it was a TV series, but now that it is heard in my ears, then... fuck it.

He Xiu decided to take matters into his own hands and let Hongpao Shaqiang kill him. He would die too happily and it would be too easy for them.

He took out an ax casually and quietly came behind the five excited tricksters. He jumped out and chopped off the head of one in his last little days with the axe. Then he picked up the ax and hammer and smashed another one to death with a bang. .

The remaining three people reacted immediately, rushed towards He Xiu, and started to pull the bolt.

Their movements were skillful, agile, and calm. From the separation of the three of them to the reloading, it was clear that they were elites with good training.

Hongpao saw from a distance that when his fingers moved, rocks flew around him, and he was sentenced to death by stoning, with the rocks hitting a hole.

The gunshot still rang out, Shaqiang stretched out his two finger bones and pinched them, then threw them aside with disdain.

It was quite troublesome to manually load the weapon once in a hurry. He Xiu took advantage of this gap and struck three ax heads in a row, cutting him in two at the waist, splitting him in half vertically, breaking the neck bone and separating the head.

Let’s forget about the interrogation! It's not that they're afraid of being harsh, but it's unnecessary. These are a group of detective brats who happened to discover the female survivor in the town.

The high pressure of the war and their neurotic humanity made them lose their minds. They didn't even know that there were still resistance forces here. Maybe they were going too smoothly along the way.

He Xiu took a mouthful of thick phlegm from several corpses and saw that their equipment was quite complete, including grenades, rifles, and more than twenty rounds of ammunition. The dry food bags actually contained canned beef, which showed that their supplies were abundant so far. In the future, when their dry food bags contain canned beef offal, it means that their supplies cannot support them.

He put away the firearms and military supplies on the ground, and then asked the girl who was still tearing her torn clothes hurriedly: "Sister, why are you here alone? Where are the other companions?"

"I...I don't know. Many people in our town have heard that there is going to be a war. Some people with money and food have run away early. My parents feel that the war has been going on every day for these years, and the family has long been unable to open the door. Those strong men have come It wouldn’t have happened, so I didn’t run away.”

From her soft Su Pu, He Xiu finally figured out what was going on. They thought Guizi was a former warlord.

In the past, warlords basically only robbed food and money, and rarely carried out mass killings in public.

It wasn't until the conspirators came and started killing people and setting fires everywhere that they realized that this time it was not as simple as a warlord.

Isn't it the same thing when white people and black people entered the United States? Looking back in modern times, how many Indians are left who originally spread all over the country?

The trickster is here to exterminate the race, not under the guise of a co-prosperity circle.

"Okay, now there are Japanese bandits everywhere. You can take these grains. If you want to take revenge, go find the red ones. They are a team that fights for the poor."

"...What is red?" The little girl had a dirty face, a dry body, and her hair was messy and yellow. She looked at He Xiu innocently with tears on her face.

In this era, the public opinion in small towns is limited to eight villages within ten miles around, and communication is blocked. No wonder they don't know the cruelty of conspirators. What's more, they care about the next meal every day. They don't care about the affairs of those who are officials. He Xiu might as well explain it clearly. "They are the red bandits that Baldhead promotes every day!"

"...Oh, it's them. I know, if you report someone, you will be rewarded with two kilograms of millet." "...Isn't it five yuan?" He Xiu was also a little surprised, but think about it, it's normal for middlemen to get the price difference. Those people How can an official be willing to give money to the common people?

This will be the same in the future. There are so many families in China who cannot afford to go to college, but there are always those who prefer to give money to foreign students instead of helping their own people.

Alas~ To save someone's life, it was rare that he didn't ask for his life to send the Buddha to Xiba. He Xiu simply gave him a handful of silver coins. The banknotes issued by the government would be worthless in this enemy-occupied area in the future.

After finding out the way, He Xiu flew all the way north. One of the small towns in Gaoyou Lake was the destination for him and others. As expected, there was a panic. Apparently, the massacres in many places in the south had been spread here by someone who was interested.

People in the town were in panic, and all the shops were closed. It was desolate. You could see it in the sky at night. It was not popular, probably because all the capable people had fled.

He casually took out a rune and searched for it according to the previous address of the Maoshan Sect Spirit Talisman: "There are countless mysteries of heaven and earth. I follow the order of the Maoshan Heavenly Master and use the rune as a guide to search for traces. Go!"

"Follow!"

After following the runes for a short time, I came to several houses in various twists and turns. They were all shacks made of thatch, stone and mud. The main hall of the house enshrined the statue of the founder of Maoshan, and there were also a few strange magic weapons. Look at those houses. The sparkling light is not a mortal thing, so I should not be making mistakes.

Dong dong dong~.

"Is anyone home?" It is the rule to knock on the door and ask someone. If there is no answer, it means no one is home or outsiders are not welcome.

He Xiu asked the question with an answer. The door was ajar. In the corner next to the ancestor's altar, four people were hiding. A woman in her late teens and early twenties with two children. Next to her was a woman about seventeen or eighteen years old. Man, but... this man always feels familiar to me, as if he has the face of that old monk Ikkyu.

Could this blood demon be a plot character? I couldn't remember it for a while.

Seeing that they had no reaction, He Xiu simply announced her home. She had changed into a yellow robe that represented her identity. She carried two magic swords on her back, with dust in her hands, and a Bagua mirror hanging on her waist. Eight hanging jade pendants. : "The poor Taoist is Yuan Qian, the exorcist Taoist priest from Maoshan, Fumo Hall, and came here to investigate the matter of Blood Demon One under the orders of the General Altar. Is this the same Taoist temple?"

When the woman in the house heard the shouting outside the door, she felt relieved and hurriedly came out of the corner. Na Wu Ma still wanted to pull her away and refused to let her out. She was also frightened by the Japanese. In the past few days, the Japanese were arresting people everywhere to work as hard labor to build fortifications. , can you not be afraid? Not to mention no food, drink, or wages, those who go there will either die or become disabled.

"Sister-in-law Liang, be careful."

Of course Sister-in-law Liang is afraid, but she is more courageous than these five horses. Besides, when did the Japanese pirates become polite these days and knock on the door and shout, then monsters will appear. : "You are really useless. This is my man's fellow sect. They must have informed the Maoshan Patriarch Hall and sent someone to rescue us."

"Oh, Sister-in-law Liang, there are no ghosts or gods in this world. Hey, hey, hey..."

Seeing Mrs. Liang wave her hand and insist on opening the door, Lao Ma could only stomp her feet and continue to hide. She narrowed her eyes and looked in the direction of the door. She put her hands behind the child's back. You didn't need to guess what this guy was planning. , probably thinking that if any Japs came in, they would push the two children out.

Sister-in-law Liang opened the door and saw three people standing at the door. One of them was a Taoist priest, and his Taoist robes were windless and automatic. Starlight was shining on his body. He was carrying two swords. At first glance, hey, they are all Taoist priests. Why is my man so different from this guy?

Next to the Taoist who was banishing immortals, I saw a woman in a long red dress, holding a round umbrella embroidered with flames. Needless to say, her facial expressions. With limited culture, Mrs. Liang could only say that a fairy has descended to earth.

On the other side is an ancient golden-armored warrior whose whole body is covered with golden armor. He wears a half-crying, half-laughing mask. He can't see clearly what's inside. He holds a black Guan Gong broadsword shimmering with black mist. Does it look awesome? Just like the statues in the temple.

They are both magic sticks... No, Taoist priests, why is there such a big gap? Look at the gold and jade they wear, silk boots, and the appearance of my family... I almost put down the last of my strength and went to beg for food.

"How many Taoist friends have you met?" Sister-in-law Liang didn't know how to say hello, so she could only imitate the etiquette of the man in her family who met a run-down Taoist priest. She put her palms together as if imitating a monk. .

He Xiu sighed in his heart. It was normal for a civilian woman to not understand. For the common people, it is always a bit weird to learn some Taoism instead of farming, not being an official, doing business, or learning crafts. Although most of them are about life and death. They have to call Taoist priests to come over and deal with it, but most people just stay away from it. Some people only see Buddhist priests at other people's funerals in their lives.

"Don't worry about it, we just arrived here, by the way, the owner of the dojo here."

"Hey, my man and his senior brother went to find that blood demon. I don't know what happened. Taoist priest, please come in first."

How could a woman know this? He Xiu didn't ask any more questions. Sister-in-law Liang nodded: "Well, Hongpao, fly up and see where the blood demon of Lao Shizi is hiding."

"Yes, my lord!" Hongpao replied, turning into a red light and flying into the sky.

Sister-in-law Liang was stunned for a moment when she saw this miraculous spell. She was indeed from the Maoshan General Forum. Why did her old man look like an ordinary person? He had to throw away people compared to others. After a lifetime of practicing, he was not as good as a little boy. That's not bullshit, young man.

In fact, the main altar is not far from here. Go straight south, pass Zhenjiang, and it's not far to the south. But even this short distance some people spend their entire lives without getting there.

This reminded me of my grandma. The farthest she had ever been was to the town, and she went to the market. She had no idea what the outside world was like. She was told that the houses now have hundreds of floors and are as high as mountains. She felt that the juniors were coaxing her to play, and she didn't believe it at all. She didn't understand Mandarin and didn't know the words. She spent her whole life wandering around the stove, pig coop, chicken coop, and vegetable patch every day.

Sister-in-law Liang didn't want to come back to her senses for a long time, and she still stuttered and asked He Xiu for confirmation. : "Tao Dao Priest, did she fly?"

"Well, doesn't this happen to everyone? Is there anything strange about it?"

He Xiu's Versailles, Mrs. Liang doesn't understand, everyone can fly, and that's not how you fool people.

"Okay, Sister Liang, you are not a monk, so don't worry about it. Live a good life, which is better than anything else. You can take this meat and noodles. You have come all the way, and there are no other gifts."

"..." Sister-in-law Liang was a little stunned. This person is like a living Bodhisattva. In these years, there is nothing more real than delivering meat and noodles. The pot at home now only contains tree leaves mixed with rice bran balls, and the top is Hungry but hard to eat. It’s not much different from eating wood chaff.

Stepping into the hall of the room, He Xiu took the initiative to light a stick of incense and watched the clear smoke rising up, which was a sign of recognition. It was just that a few magical artifacts on the altar caught He Xiu's attention.

Five black pointed instruments measuring more than 60 centimeters, and a stone hammer, as simple as a piece of wood inserted into a square stone.

It obviously looks ordinary, but...why does it give people the feeling of being bathed in divine light?

"Bright Eyes, Identification Technique!"

(End of this chapter)