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Chapter 105 17 years ago
Looking at the wounds on Yang Liang's body, Wang Huandi felt horrified. She covered her mouth with her hands, wanting to cry but not daring to cry out.

"One, two, three..."

Wang Huandi counted eleven places, with tears in her eyes: "A-Liang, you are so miserable. When you die, I will burn paper for you."

Yang Liang could not die for the time being. Although there were many wounds on his body, they did not go deep into the flesh and did not bleed much, so they only looked scary but were not life-threatening.

"Sister, I'm going to die. It's a pity that I've never been married in my life, and I'm still a boy..."

"Don't be impatient. If you die, I will be your wife, fill your grave with earth and burn incense. When I get married in the future, my first son will take your surname..."

"Ouch……"

"A Liang, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter. I think I'd better not die for the time being, otherwise someone will have a son with you."

Wang Huandi cried for a while and looked at Yang Liang who was very angry and didn't look like he was about to die.

Yang Liang said a lot of words before he managed to coax Wang Huandi from crying.

"Sister, it's getting late. You should go down the mountain first. I'm injured, so I can't send you off?"

"I can't leave. What will you do if I leave?" Wang Huandi said.

"You are useless here, why not go down the mountain early, my skin injuries don't matter."

"It makes sense. I'll go down the mountain to find medicine for you."

"No, please don't come here again. I'll be fine here."

Yang Liang finally coaxed Wang Huandi away. After the other party left, he stood up with a wooden stick, took out a useful kettle, and simply cleaned the wound with the wine in it.

It's just that the alcohol content in this pot is not high, and I don't know if it can have an anti-virus effect.

Yang Liang came to the big tree again and saw that the sickle tiger was tied there, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Good man."

Yang Liang praised: "I knew you couldn't die."

Sickle Tiger smiled coldly and squinted his eyes at Yang Liang: "Good friend, what's your background? Can you give me your name?"

"Go to hell, are you asking me, or am I asking you?"

Yang Liang took out the mysterious statue, brought it to the sickle tiger, and said, "Do you recognize this thing?"

The sickle tiger's eyes suddenly opened wide and he said in shock: "Why is it in your hands? My third brother was indeed killed by you?"

"What is this? Should you have one on your body?"

The shocked look on Scythe Tiger's face slowly disappeared, and he sneered: "Boy, you want to know, why should I tell you?"

Yang Liang took out the machete from his body, put it on the neck of the sickle tiger, and said: "I know you are not afraid of death, but are you afraid that life would be worse than death? I know many ways, and I can cut your skin with one knife. Fill your head with sand, find a stone, and slowly polish it for you."

"Hahaha."

The sickle tiger laughed wildly, and the laughter pulled at the wound, and he made an ouch sound from his mouth.

"Do you think I'm scared, grandpa? Come on, come on, come at me if you have anything, grandpa, if I frown, I'm the one who raised you."

Yang Liang said: "Are you really not afraid?"

"If a person dies or a bird looks up to the sky, he will not die for tens of thousands of years. Come, come, come. Just use whatever tricks you have."

Yang Liang said: "Then what if I let you go?"

"Will you let me go?"

"No." "Well, you are honest. If you lie to me, it will make me look down on you." Sickle Tiger said.

Yang Liang held the knife, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, let me accuse you here first. Let's try it first. I'll start with your left hand to see if I can dig it." Expose a few of your knuckles and let me deepen your anatomy."

After a while, the sickle tiger let out a long cry, and tears and runny nose came out together.

"Say, I'll say anything, please spare me."

"Well, it seems you are not that tough." Yang Liang took back the bloody knife and said, "Tell me, where did this statue come from?"

"Can you put me down first?"

Yang Liang was not afraid of him escaping now. He cut it with his knife and the sickle tiger fell into the pile of dead leaves.

His body was hunched together, and before he spoke, he let out a long sigh.

"It's a long story. The life and death of our brothers all come from this statue."

People are good at words when they are about to die. This sickle tiger probably feels that his death is coming, and is willing to find someone to listen to him, so that he can explain his life.

Yang Liang held the knife in his hand and did not relax his vigilance. At the same time, he raised his ears, not wanting to miss every word in the sickle's mouth.

It turns out that Sickle Tiger, like Yang Liang, also came from a miserable background. Like the red-faced ghost, he started out doing long-term work with others.

In those years, the times were bad and the long-term workers did not have enough to eat, so he wandered into the city with the red-faced ghost begging for food.

Dogs can jump over walls when they are in a hurry, and people have to eat when they are in a hurry. They were a group of homeless people who had no way out, so they started robbing graves.

It happened that there was a severe drought that year, a large river nearby bottomed out, and an ancient tomb appeared at the bottom of the river.

Led by the current Yi Daoxian, a total of 17 people sneaked into the tomb under the moonlight.

“As soon as we entered, we were hit by a flood, and all of us were trapped in the tomb.

At that time, everyone thought that death was certain, and they were desperate and wanted to dig out a way out.

We have blacksmiths and carpenters among us... we are all young people with strong arms.

But in the end, after digging for a long time, they only unearthed this weird statue with seven heads, like seven tumors on its neck.In the darkness, everyone couldn't see anything and could only keep begging. Everyone thought they would die..."

"What happened next? How did you get out?" Yang Liang asked.

"I don't know either. I haven't been able to figure it out for so many years. It seems like everything came out as soon as I woke up." Sickle Tiger looked serious, so he probably wasn't lying: "The one who came out with us was this statue.

Everyone thought there was something strange about the statue, so Yidao Xian took the initiative and smashed the statue into seven pieces.There were 17 of us brothers in the group, and my third brother and I shared a piece.

Strange to say, from then on, I often dreamed about it. In my dreams, it asked me to practice and eat. Our strength became stronger and our courage became stronger. In this place in Pingzhou, we have A name full of evil. "The sickle tiger lowered his voice:
"I heard from Third Brother that the method of cultivating immortality is hidden in this statue. Each of us will look at it for ten days. This time it's my turn."

Yang Liang frowned. What Scythe Tiger said was unbelievable, but looking at him, it didn't look like he was faking it.

"Have you ever been to that ancient tomb?"

"Why not? Every year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, we gather outside Pingzhou City. But after so many years, we have never found that ancient tomb, nor can we go in again."

"Is that so."

Yang Liang asked again: "Do you still remember, in which year did you meet this statue?"

"How can I not remember it? There was a military disaster that year and the world changed its emperor." Scythe Tiger said, "It should have been 17 years ago."

"Seventeen years ago again?"

Yang Liang muttered: "I was just born that year."

(End of this chapter)