The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 162
The next day.

The snow does not rest until dawn, but it has not yet accumulated thickly, and has melted away in the morning sun.

In the forest where the fierce battle was fought last night, a light cough suddenly sounded.

The morning wind blew past, and a figure also came erratically, the green clothes billowing, facing the morning glow, the skinny cheeks became colder and paler, so white that there was no trace of blood, outlining the uneven cheekbones.

Chen Zhuo's feet moved slowly, but he looked weak, but he didn't use much force, but he seemed to be blown by the wind, floating far away without a trace of smoke, as if he was being held up by a pair of invisible big hands. Put it down, and with that black and white long hair, it looks like an old ghost crawling out of the soil.

As soon as he entered the mountain, a thick and tangy bloody smell rushed over, it was really stenchy and unpleasant.

When he climbed up the mountain, he saw a bloody and tragic scene before his eyes.

The corpses of wolves fell to the ground in a haphazard manner. Some were uncut, some had their heads exploded, some had empty chests and abdomens, and some seemed to have been eaten by their own kind. Their blood was mutilated, leaving only bloody bones .

Looking around, wolf blood almost stained a mountain red.

It seems that they are all restricted by Yuan Thirteen.

Just as he was scanning around, a gust of fishy wind gushed out from the forest, and in front of him, a majestic and huge black wolf was close at hand, staring straight at him with icy eyes, with smudges on his hair. There was dark red blood mud, and even more blood dripped from his chest.

Bursts of warm breath exhaled from Hei Lang's lips, rushing towards Chen Zhuo's face.

There was no fear in Chen Zhuo's eyes, but curiosity.

This wolf should be the one he saw in "Lianyun Village", how could it follow him and save him.

"injured?"

Seeing blood dripping from his chest, Chen Zhuo stretched out his hand subconsciously.

However, Hei Lang seemed to be frightened, took half a step back, bared his teeth, his eyes were blazing fiercely, and the flesh on his face frowned like a human being, very ferocious.

Chen Zhuo's eyes flickered, and with a thought, he stretched out his hand in the air, and instead of pulling it back, he stretched it closer.

Although the black wolf is tall, it doesn't look burly, but fierce and vigorous, with slender limbs, almost reaching his chest, and the whole body is pitch black.

Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows and pointed five fingers together, his mind moved greatly.

Hei Lang was still baring his teeth and howling in a low voice, but as soon as he touched his hand, his lowered body immediately straightened up, and the ferocity on his face gradually disappeared. He sniffed cautiously, then leaned forward, As if feeling Chen Zhuo's kindness, she rubbed the tip of her nose against his hand instead.

Seeing this, Chen Zhu became interested, and stretched out his hand to caress the injured chest of the Wolf King. The wounds were mostly bite marks and claw wounds. After stroking with internal strength, the open and closed wounds were temporarily closed.

He rubbed the head of the black wolf, and then glanced at the wolves in the forest.

Not as many as last night, but there are more than a thousand of them.

And the wolf carcasses all over the ground, hidden traces of cannibalism.

Before going to Lianyun Village, when he met the "thousand-wolf demon monk" who used a wooden fish to control thousands of wolves to stop him, Chen Zhuo felt strange, how could there be so many wolves, but he understood after thinking about it.

Now Song and Jin are fighting against Liao Dynasty, and wars continue in the north. These beasts are probably attracted by the smell of blood, so they came here after hearing the news, and they were gathered together by the thousand wolf monks.

But why did this black wolf get close to him?

But he said that he was thinking secretly, when suddenly two figures ran out of the forest, seeing this bloody scene, they were all shocked, seeing Chen Zhuo's inhuman appearance, he even exclaimed, "Ah, are you People are ghosts?"

The visitors were a monk and a cold-eyed man in black.

The man carried a "Spiritual Snake Sword". The body of the sword was twisted like a snake.

As for the monk, it was probably Zhong Yi, the director of Wuzhai, the "Thousand Wolf Demon Monk" he had recalled earlier.

The monk was holding a wooden fish and a wooden hammer in one hand. He wore a moon-white monk's robe and looked kindly. He only looked at the old and clumsy bow behind Chen Zhuo again, and his expression changed slightly.

Lao Xueguang also recognized Chen Zhuo, and his clay sculpture-like expression became extremely strange. It had only been a day since he saw him, and the tall and burly man before had turned into this terrifying appearance.

The sun is shining, and the morning breeze is slightly cold.

The Lord of Wuzhai glanced at the pack of wolves, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he wiped the sweat off his head, and said with a wry smile: "After running for a day and a night, I finally found it, if these beasts are allowed to hide in the mountains, it will be a great disaster, humans and animals Disaster, little monk, I have sinned deeply... Amitabha!"

Lao Xueguang stared at Chen Zhuo and said straight to the point: "Where is the master of the village?"

Chen Zhuo glanced back at the two of them, and said calmly, "Dead!"

Lao Xueguang's eyes widened sharply, his mouth let out a long howl, his voice was like an eagle's chirping, and the Spirit Snake Sword swished out, pointing at Chen Zhuo's throat.

But as soon as he raised his sword, there was a bloody aura rushing towards him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow jumping out like a ghost. It came suddenly, and before he could react, a pair of sharp claws had already reached his shoulders.

Lao Xueguang's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help scolding: "Old Wu, you fucking control this bastard."

Guan Zhongyi's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly knocked on the wooden fish. The muffled sound of thump thud thump spread out in the forest immediately, and the wolves all calmed down when they heard the sound, very well-behaved.

The black wolf's attack slowed down, shook his head, and ran to the monk, very intimate, but seeing the injuries all over his body made Qianlang Demon Monk feel distressed.

"Don't you ask who killed him?"

Chen Zhuo flashed the oncoming sword light, turned to the monk and said, "Monk Wuna, give me this little thing."

"I bother!"

Zhong Yi, the director of Wuzhai, spat angrily, "I raised this thing with my own hands. It's closer than my own daughter. Let it... be your daydream!"

Chen Zhuo couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Monk, you must have slipped your mouth, you don't follow the rules!"

Lao Xingguang didn't talk nonsense, his eyes were cold, "Who else can be besides you, it can't be the 'King of Extinction' Chu Xiangyu, right?"

Chen Zhuo's figure flickered, as if his feet didn't touch the ground, like ghosts floating around, the two people watching were secretly shocked.

I didn't see him for a day, not to mention the drastic change in his body and appearance, even his methods have become so wicked.

"You're right, I killed the man, and Chu Xiangyu died too."

Hearing this, Lao Xueguang's eyes turned red, he lifted his sword and jumped forward, and was about to chase after him, but Chen Zhuo's movement was unimaginably fast, it seemed as if he was flying through the air, and in the blink of an eye, he was already far away.

"If you want to take revenge, remember to come to me. By the way, the body is on the carriage at the foot of the mountain. Take it back, and bring Chu Xiangyu's body with you by the way."

People are far away, but the sound is near, hovering for a long time.

When Laoxueguang fled to the foot of the mountain with one breath, there was indeed a carriage, the curtain was lifted, and there were two corpses inside, it was Chu Xiangyu and Qi Shaoshang.

Seeing that his Dazhai master had no breath, his face was white and bloodless, and his acupuncture point was blank on the spot, he said hoarsely after a long while: "The surname is Chen, someone will come to you to settle this bloody debt."

……

the next day.

A piece of news spread like wildfire, and in just a few days it had already spread throughout the martial arts world.

First, the "King of Extinction" Chu Xiangyu escaped from the "Iron Blood Prison", and the general of the town's mansion "Shi Zhendong" personally went to the Shenhou Mansion to ask for help.

And the person who helped him rode northward to Lianyunzhai at Huwei Creek alone, not only shot and killed the traitor Shen Yunshan, but also wiped out all ten vicious masters of the mafia who were "the crippled and eight wastes" and "two evils in the south of the Five Ridges"; They chased him overnight, and killed him, along with Chu Xiangyu, the "King of Extinction", and Qi Shaoshang, the "Nine Demonic Dragons".

Once the news spread, there was an uproar in both black and white, and on the green forest road.

Compared with the "Four Famous Detectives", this person's methods are not less ruthless, but his strength is indeed extraordinary.

One person fights against twelve current masters, and Chu Xiangyu is the master of masters, the giant of the green forest, but he has no life and dies one after another, it is really unimaginable.

I don't know who spread the words "Shen Jian Chasing the Soul". Some people applauded, some applauded, and some hated it. Chen Zhuo was even dubbed "Xiaxia" by others, and his fame has moved the world since then.

(End of this chapter)