In the burning camp, corpses were everywhere. The pungent smell of blood was made into a more terrifying smell in the blazing flames, rushing straight into the nostrils, making people almost unable to breathe.

In the swaying fire, the mountain ghost held the book and looked at the person who was kneeling in front of him, the Northern Dynasty man who was trembling with fear.

He sighed, pointed at those words, and said to the scared guy:

"These words are pronounced 'Tao, instrument, inheritance, shadow'. I know how to read them and I can write them roughly, but I don't know what they mean by connecting them."

"Did you remember the pronunciation of these words?"

The mountain ghost said something to the frightened Northern Dynasties.

That posture was like Qingqing taught him how to read.

Facing the mountain ghost's questioning, the guy who escaped death nodded repeatedly, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the mountain ghost. He said:

"Hero, I remember."

"Yeah, just remember it."

Gongsun Yu took a step back, put away the book, and held the hilt of the sword behind him with his left hand.

The guy kneeling on the ground knew that he was going to die, so he howled, turned around and rushed out, running staggeringly, trying to avoid death.

but...

"Swoosh"

The wind blows from behind.

He lowered his head in shock and saw a strange-shaped black sword piercing from the back of his heart and from his chest.

The blood spread along the blade, dripping onto the ground, and he felt all his strength being pulled away, and his body fell softly into the burning camp.

On his dying moment, he saw the mountain ghost standing beside him and said to him in a serious tone:

"After going down to the underworld, find a knowledgeable soul and ask me what these words mean."

"If you turn into a ghost and ask for my life, it will be better. Come on and bring what I want to know."

After the last thief of the Northern Dynasty was executed, the mountain ghost put away his sword and was about to leave this place of death.

But after a few steps, the mountain ghost stopped again.

He looked back at the axe-holder who had been killed before, tilted his head and thought for a while, then walked forward and untied a delicate hidden weapon bracelet from the wrist of the corpse.

He picked up the two blood-stained hand axes under his feet and looked at them.

If he remembers correctly, Shen Qiu has been practicing martial arts recently, and it seems that he is practicing the axe, and the mountain ghost looks at it in the light of fire.

These two axes are not heavy, they look about 1 or 2 kilograms.

It has double-edged blades, one end is large and the other end is small, the handle is quite short, and it is held in the hand, with excellent balance and can be used as a flying axe.

The cold air was shining under the fire, and it was obvious that it was the best killer.

But Shen Qiu's 16-year-old body is not sure if he can afford to dance these two axes.

When I thought of an agreement between him and Shen Qiu, it was almost impossible for the ignorant to catch his sword.

But he held a magic weapon in his hand. Since he picked up this black sword, he has been cutting gold and jade, and has not yet achieved any defeat.

It would be too bullying to ask Shen Qiu to take the firewood axe to catch his sword.

The mountain ghost narrowed his eyes.

He didn't want to take advantage of Shen Qiu, so that guy taught him to read and practice calligraphy. In his memory, when he was a child, the master in the village said something about gentlemen and so on.

Maybe I am not a gentleman, but...

A moment later, Gongsun Yu pulled out a horse from the forest, one of several war horses that escaped in chaos.

He put two axes, rice and grain found from the camp and spare clothes in his axolt, turned over the horse, grabbed the reins, and disappeared quickly into the darkness.

This time I have been away from home for 5 days, and the Northern Dynasties bandits have also shown signs of retreating.

It's time to go home.

One night passed, and in the early morning, more than a dozen men in black gathered in the burned camp. The Duke-General, who was holding a single sword, squatted on the ground. In front of him, the body of his confidant.

But it has been burned and no valuable clue can be found.

"Enter his mother!"

Lord Tuan cursed in a low voice.

He was very upset.

This team of people was not the first to be attacked by mountain ghosts. They have sent additional personnel to avoid the small number of people and being massacred when they encounter mountain ghosts.

But even if the person who doubled the number was defeated by the elusive mountain ghost?

The people behind Du Tong looked at each other. It was not the first time they had come to collect the body of their companions.

Almost half a month has passed since I searched for the relics of the immortal family. There are more than 40 people who died in the Taihang Mountains on their own.

This terrifying loss rate has already made the black guard retreat.

After all, they were the confidants of the Northern Dynasty court. Even if they were to die, they should die in the war with the Southern Dynasty.

In order to pass the order from Master Wu, and for the sake of a beautiful and vain and beautiful immortal relics, he came to Taihang to die.

This is not worth it.

The governor stood up, made a gesture, and immediately someone stepped forward to collect the bodies of his companions.

He seemed to feel the thoughts of his subordinates behind him. He closed his eyes and carried his hands on his back. After pondering for a moment, he made up his mind.

"Look for another three days! If there is no result, we will exit the mountain."

Lord Tuan was wearing a mask and could not see his face, but his tone was already extremely cold.

"We have sacrificed our relics for this Lao Shizi, and the lives of more than 40 good men are buried in this Taihang Mountains. I believe that no matter how stubborn the National Master is, he should be satisfied."

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Shen Qiu is in a dream.

He is fighting against the mountain ghost phantom.

Of course, it is a bit too emphatic to say that it is a "confrontation".

It's just a simple death.

Even if the true energy burst out, he could not hurt the mountain ghost with a very strange pace. Every time the other party drew his sword, he fell down.

This made people feel a little discouraged when they were like this twice in a row.

But Shen Qiu was not completely rewarded.

He stared at the mountain ghost phantom that had been extremely faint in front of him, and his mind was filled with memories of the previous two mountain ghosts swinging swords. He took a deep breath, held the wood-cutting axe and stepped forward.

The mountain ghost was alarmed.

Gongsun Yu took two steps forward like a ghost, raised his left hand, and the autumn wind blew his face...

That's now!

Shen Qiu lowered his body, and he narrowly avoided the trajectory of the sword's slipping. He then pressed his body with a firewood axe when turning around.

"clang"

With a crisp sound, Shen Qiu was knocked back several steps. The mountain ghost rushed like a ghost and fell to him. The second sword came. Shen Qiu did not dodge or avoid, allowing the sword blade to pass through his neck.

The phantom of the mountain ghost quietly dispersed between swinging the sword.

Shen Qiu is dead.

But he also blocked the first sword of the mountain ghost, which made the agreement with Gongsun Yu.

Shen Qiu was just a clever one.

He fought against the Shan Ghost Phantom six times in the past and noticed that although the Shan Ghost was a ghost and had a high sword technique, his starting style of using the sword was very fixed.

Always lift the sword with your left hand and slash downward.

Six battles, all six times are like this.

Either, Shan Gui learned swordsmanship so he didn't know how to adapt, but judging from Gongsun Yu's neatness in killing people, this is unlikely.

Therefore, the mountain ghost should just develop a habit.

Human habits are terrible.

Without external intervention, the habits that have been developed for a long time will not change suddenly. In addition, Shan Gui is still a left-handed person.

Ordinary people use swords, but they hold swords in their right hand.

Chen Qiu had already discovered this when he first saw the mountain ghost. Of course, it is not ruled out that the mountain ghost's sword technique is the left-handed sword.

Qingqing said that there are also left-hand sword techniques in the world, and they are generally more powerful than right-hand sword techniques.

"I made a mistake. I should have carefully observed his movements holding chopsticks."

Chen Qiu patted his forehead.
To be continued...