lethal arsenal

Chapter 521 Dream Tapir
boom!
There was a sound of thunder, and the interior of the deserted farmhouse became pale.

Wow.

Huang Kezi kept flipping through the roster, and finally stopped at a page with paintings.

There is a fantasy ghost drawn on it, resembling a leopard but not a leopard, resembling a bear but not a bear, with yellow and black fur, sharp hair all over its body, eyes like round bells, and claws of a tiger and a wolf... Under it, there is a line of notes, "Out of Sichuan," From Zhi, don’t make a sound.

Mo is a tapir.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, the rain was about to fall but had not yet fallen, and there was heavy moisture in the air.

Lin Dong and Ma Wencai were both resting, each eating a bowl of warm taro to fill their stomachs. Considering Ning Caichen's condition, Lin Dong planned to rest one night in a barren mountain farmhouse and set off again at dawn after the rain.

Lin Dong's eyes were closed tightly and his brows were slightly furrowed. He knew clearly that he was sleeping, but... the thick blood stuck to his skin, and it was as if there was a piece of charcoal stuck in his throat.

The salty, hot blood slapped on his face, and the stench of the demon filled his nose from hundreds of meters away.

The rumbling sound, the collision of swords, the roar of demons, and the helpless howls of soldiers all rang in my ears.

The five fingers spread out, leaving carving knife-like marks on the bricks. Lin Dong suddenly opened his eyes, with golden light shining in them.

And those who came back all died within a year.

I don’t know if this was the handiwork of some Fudo Ming King in the void, but it undoubtedly angered Lin Dong.

A thin layer of black mist poured into the house.

The demon's scales fell to the ground, and half of a tiger tiger's claws were cut off. However, more...

The coldness on Lin Dong's face suddenly grew. Ma Wencai was leaning on the pillar and still dreaming. Ning Caichen was lying on the stretcher, making moans and groans in pain. But if he looked carefully, he saw that his eyelids were closed tightly, and he was actually having a nightmare. .

"General, there are one hundred and thirteen people in the demon-suppressing camp. Their bodies are incomplete and have not been buried. We will not complain if they die in the mouths of demons and ghosts. But your ancestor, Wang Jingyu, is..."

"What are you doing here?"

The wooden door of the farmhouse was pushed open at some point.

……

After Wang Danian cut off the sword, he blocked the demon's attack with his flesh and blood body.

"Debt collection?"

There was an old soldier at the head with a messy beard and hair, and large and small brown spots scattered randomly on his face.

hold head high! In the underworld, the Bull Demon roared, and the memories of those battlefields were torn into countless pieces of light and shadow, swaying in front of his eyes like a chaotic tide.

Followed by six or seven young soldiers, but the flesh on their faces was a bit rotten.

Even the lowest-level killers under his command are more powerful than these ghost soldiers.

"My child, go quickly!"

The young Wang Sheng was tightly wrapped in the arms of a bodyguard. The bodyguard rode a black sideburned horse with a horn on his forehead and led Wang Sheng out of the demon siege.

In the deserted farmhouse, Lin Dong cursed hastily, but still did not open his eyes.

"Bang bang."

"Oh shit."

At that time, the eldest son of the Wang family led an army of hundreds of warriors to go on an expedition, with the idea of ​​plowing down the demon cave. In the end, only a few people came back alive.

"You are?"

"Excuse me, General. I'm only here to collect debts."

Wang Jingyu is from Wang Sheng’s grandfather’s generation.

Before the old soldier finished speaking, the light of Ding Qin's sword flashed out, and his energy was like a rushing thunder.

Judging from the style of the armor, it was once a soldier of the Wangsheng family.

The flags were fluttering, the royal army was lined with swords and guns, the demons on the edge of the mountain, the red-faced Rakshasa... the scene changed.

These are all soldiers of the Wang family who died in battle.

The old soldier's voice was extremely hoarse, and when he spoke, a stream of cold air came out of his mouth, like the wind blowing from the Nine Netherworld.

How many times has this been done?

In the mist stood silent veterans one by one, with long swords hanging on their waists.

Lin Dong thought for a moment, then simply played the role of Wang Sheng, folded his hands in front of his chest, and asked coldly.

At the last moment, seeing more and more monsters in the group, the guard slapped the horse's butt and asked the young man to be carried by the black-haired and horned war horse. He resolutely dismounted and blocked the swarms of monsters that were swooping down.

One face after another dyed red, these are soldiers recruited from among the common people.

Someone tried to close his six senses and stuff an inexplicable, false memory into his mind.

Wang Danian was riddled with wounds, claw marks all over his body, and blood splattered all over his body.

Lin Dong smiled jokingly, and his voice paused, suddenly becoming stern and cold, "What does it have to do with me?"

For example, a certain unlucky guy has no flesh on the upper half of his face, his eyes are pale, and there are green and faint flames inside. Another example is a skinny man with a collapsed chest and clear demonic claw marks in the depressions.

Lin Dong had this thought flashing through his mind subconsciously, and he almost put himself into the role of Wang Sheng.

However, how could such a small scene scare someone like Lin Dong who was wallowing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​fire?

Among them, Wang Jingyu's death was the worst... Well, Lin Dong didn't know this information. To put it bluntly, he didn't recognize his current identity.

Lin Dong had no interest in singing in front of others.

The rules and the world constructed by Fudo Meiou seemed to him like a beautiful but mechanical stage play.

"what!"

Ning Caichen woke up from his nightmare with a scream.

As the big sword slashed through, the black mist in the air continued to squirm, and ferocious ghost heads emerged one after another. The next moment, they were chopped into pieces by the fierce sword light.

Lin Dong kicked up the bonfire, and the firewood with residual sparks flew towards the ghost soldiers.

The Ding Qin Sword made a whistling sound as it slashed across, the blade heading straight for the veteran's head.

"Ah!"

The ghost soldier also made a ferocious sound, and the lower half of his body turned into a writhing black mist.

The Ding Qin sword slashed through, and the remaining sword in the veteran's hand collapsed into pieces. The veteran floated backwards, his upper body trembling uncontrollably. Under his neck, a sword mark suddenly appeared, and his skin and flesh turned outwards.

Rumble.

The thunder outside the deserted farmhouse illuminated Lin Dong's resolute face.

……

"That's not right."

Lin Dong thought about it, where could there be thunder and demons running rampant?
Thunder is the law of heaven, and ordinary monsters are afraid to avoid it. Even some giants of magic will not be stupid enough to do whatever they want in Leiyuntian.

"You are definitely not ghosts!"

Lin Dong suddenly said.

"Then what do you mean we are?"

The pale ghost soldier's eyes were fierce, and the ghost fire in his white eyes was beating more and more vigorously.

"die!"

Ding Qin slashed horizontally, the wind of the sword overwhelmed the roar of the ghosts, and the air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses. With a sword strike, the pus-oozing head of the soldier who was charging forward flew into the air, and Jie Jie was still laughing strangely.

"I don't care what you are."

Lin Dong just finished his words at this moment, when five or six ghost soldiers around him all came to kill him.

The leader of the old ghost, with hair as dry as grass roots, danced in the air. The Ding Qin sword made a rumbling sound, cutting off the waists of the two ghost soldiers with one sword, and directly chopped the two ghost soldiers into black mist.

The giant sword that looked like a door panel fell, as if it was splitting a mountain.

boom!
With one strike of the sword, the old ghost was cut into pieces.

The other two soldiers trembled in their souls, and the sabers in their hands were shattered by the touch of the big sword.

The ghost soldier roared and turned into a large ball of black mist.

A group of soldiers were cleared away in the blink of an eye, and the only sound left in the room was the whining wind that passed through the doors and windows.

Lin Dong blew out two mouthfuls of white turbid air from his nose. Looking at the all-pervasive black mist, his heart sank.

vaguely.

The image of the ancestors of the Wang family leading their tribesmen, common people, and soldiers to charge into the mountains together came to mind again.

"Kill, kill..."

In order to break out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the Wang family shed all their blood.

"wrong."

Lin Dong shook his head, "My fucking surname is not Wang." The black mist in front of him kept changing, and bloody hands seemed to emerge from the mist, grabbing at Lin Dong.

"Give me my life, give me my life."

There were more shadowy figures, rushing towards the farmhouse.

With a pair of tempered blade eyebrows pressing tightly, Lin Dong couldn't bear it any longer, poured in a large amount of mana, and roared: "It's so annoying."

The evil-killing divine light cleanses away evil spirits!
The black mist was cleared away in an instant, and at this moment, next to the pillar, there was an evil beast with saliva flowing from its mouth, and its bloody mouth almost stuffed Ma Wencai's head into it.

The evil beast used its nostrils to inhale the white mist floating from Ma Wencai's head.

It looks like a leopard but not like a leopard, looks like a bear but not like a bear, has tiger claws, likes to eat in dreams. This is a fucking tapir, a strange beast that existed in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Lin Dong reacted, but before the big sword was handed out, Meng Tapir reacted very quickly. With a whoosh, his body was like lightning, and he broke through the door and window and escaped.

Lin Dong had no intention of letting this thing go, so Lin Dong chased after him.

It wasn't until this moment that he came back to his senses.

Those soldiers just now were not ghosts at all.

To be precise, it should be thoughts. The thoughts before death were taken away by the dream tapir before they could turn into ghosts.

Dreams and thoughts are all the power of the soul.

The tapir can capture those who are about to die and use them as thugs and slaves.

However, unlike ghosts, these thought soldiers cannot be reincarnated. If the dream tapir exists, the soldiers will survive. If the dream tapir dies, it will completely disappear within the three realms.

He smashed through the wall and chased the tapir beast.

But after all, Lin Dong was bound by Fudo Ming King's rules. He couldn't use his original magical power, but he was escaped by the monster.

Lin Dong stood on the top of the mountain and looked down.

Dotted with will-o'-the-wisps scattered among the mountains.

Take a closer look.

Dark clouds blocked the moonlight, and thick water vapor filled everything.

And on those criss-crossed roads, there are monsters of all sizes, who come out to stroll, look up at the sky, open their mouths, swallow water vapor, clouds, and practice monsters.

At a glance, it is densely packed.

That's it!

At this moment, Lin Dong finally understood what it meant - a hundred thousand mountains and a hundred thousand demons.

The few words washed out with blood by generations of the Wang family are like a dull knife hammering into the bones, making people tremble uncontrollably all over.

Cruelty, barbarism, coldness, man and nature fighting for life, animals and man fighting for life are the real background of this place.

……

"Drink?"

Monk Dengcao handed over the wine gourd again.

Lin Dong's second spirit waved his hand. Under Bai Hu'er's mask, those eyes were warm.

We were about to enter the city at this time, and the sun was setting in Shanxi. The setting sun coated the city in the mountains with a faint golden glow.

Monk Dengcao untied his wine gourd and sang songs all the way to accompany the wine, which was extraordinary.

Coincidentally, they met Lin Dong and Yin Ling'er again.

"Master, are you also going to enter the city?"

Lin Dong lowered the breeze and walked with him and asked.

As for why?
He always felt that this guy named Monk Dengcao was somewhat kind.

But the second spirit couldn't remember it.

Moreover, Yin Linger actually feels this way too...

Just like this, Lin Dong's second soul followed him.

"Haha, monk, I am here to go back to my hometown to see my old friends."

Monk Dengcao said cheerfully.

As the ancients said, one is timid when close to home, but this bald man couldn't see any such sentiment here.

Lin Dong's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, "Master, have you ever gone out before? Didn't you say you can't get out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

"It's difficult, it's hard, you can't speak."

Monk Dengcao took advantage of the situation.

Yin Ling'er felt that this monk was weird, and she felt an urge to stab him to death. She suppressed this inexplicable violent thought in her heart.

Lin Dong was interested in asking for some news.

But Monk Dengcao's tone of voice was extremely tight.

Along the way, they talked about the glory of Suolong City in the past, how great the Wang family and his son were back then, and how the Shang River outside the city had risen a lot in recent years.

Occasionally, I mentioned one or two words about my former playmate in Zhuangzi.

There was a Zhuangzi outside Suolong City, about a hundred miles away from the city. Monk Dengcao straightened his clothes and said, "Let's go." He raised his neck and said to Lin Dong.

On the way, the monk invited Lin Dong to be a guest in his former worldly home. Lin Dong naturally agreed without thinking.

Zhuangzi was shrouded in a large mist, and it was very lively with people coming and going.

"Something's wrong."

Yin Ling'er tugged on Lin Dong's sleeve.

"I know, just follow."

Lin Dong glanced at Yin Linger and said.

Monk Dengcao stood at the entrance of Zhuangzi for a long time, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Why don't you leave, Master?"

Lin Dong asked.

"Things have changed and people have changed. Things have changed and people have changed."

The monk sighed quietly.

"We have already reached the door. The master sighed deeply. Do we still have to go back?"

Lin Dong asked with a smile.

"Hahaha, the donor is right. When it comes to Buddha nature, the young monk is not as good as the donor."

Monk Dengcao might have been clicked and strode forward.

Pedestrians on the street avoided him one after another, just because the monk called out a series of names of dead people.

"The A Bing you are talking about died thirty years ago."

Monk Dengcao asked a fellow villager about his childhood friend and got such an answer.

"Then, who is that?"

Monk Dengcao's voice was filled with disbelief.

"I am A Bing's nephew."

The old man standing under the locust tree said this with a bit of sadness in his words.

"Uncle Li, have you really gone out in these years? Out of this hundred thousand mountains?"

the old man asked with tears in his eyes.

"I, poor monk..."

The topic got stuck at this point. Monk Dengcao seemed to be under a silent spell, and no sound came out of his throat, which was very strange.

The old man seemed to see something. He pointed the crutch in his hand toward the northwest, "That was your home before you became a monk..."

Rabbits scurry among the overgrown trees.

……

Rows of tombstones stand.

Monk Dengcao stood silently in front of the inscription, gently rubbed the words on it with his fingers, and introduced to Lin Dong: "This is my mother, and this is my father. It turns out that it is good or bad that they be buried together."

"Back then, in order to get out of the mountains, I entered a temple to practice Buddhism, and I recited the Wild Fox Zen. Although I also worshiped the Buddha and ate vegetarian food, what I cultivated was a demonic heart. If I had not entered the temple, I might not have been able to serve my elders with filial piety in front of my bed. …”

"Hmph, didn't you make a choice? Are you willing to stay in Zhuangzi?"

Yin Ling'er's words were full of disdain.

After thinking about it for a while, she couldn't help but sarcastically said, "If you don't go to the temple to practice, I'm afraid you will grow old. When you lie on the bed, you will think about my life, how it was, and how much I owe you." . Monk, your Zen mind is not clear.”

"Hahaha, that's what the female Bodhisattva said."

Monk Dengcao nodded slightly, his face less frustrated.

Monk Dengcao uncovered the moss on each of the tombstones, and introduced to Lin Dong, "This is my second brother, this is my third sister..." Suddenly he paused, "It turns out, this is my tomb. They only Do you think I'm dead?" A mottled tombstone, neglected and overgrown with weeds.

The moss was plowed away, and the inscription said it was Li Yan's tomb.

There is a small note in the following line: Three years after the dragon fell, Wangyou day, my friend, Wang Xianer set up his clothes here!

"It turns out his common name is Li Yan...eh, that's not right..."

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows.

"Wang Xian'er!"

He was stunned for a moment, his thoughts racing.

(End of this chapter)