My Immortal Brother-in-law

Chapter 99 Please accept my condolences
Zhong Su and Hu Jiao have exceptionally good running speed. Yanshan is only a few hundred miles away from Sishui Pass, so it should take less than half a minute to get there.

However, as Zhong Su walked, his pace became slower and slower, until now, even after two full days, he still had not been able to finish the journey.

Zhong Su raised his right foot, and the shoes given by the old Dragon King immediately wiped away the blood.

But the blood had just faded away for a while before he stepped into the blood again.

Beside Zhong Su, Hu Jiao flapped her claws in dissatisfaction.

Of course, she didn't find the blood disgusting. She was even a little greedy. This thing was bloody and must smell bad but taste good.

But the blood was too sticky. When it stuck to the hair between the tiger's claws, it made the hair appear sticky and hard, which always made Tiger Jiao feel uncomfortable.

Ao Tingxin, who was on Hu Jiao's back, could no longer speak at this time.

It's not that she hasn't imagined the death of many intelligent lives. After all, although the Dragon Palace lacks powerful people, there are trillions of shrimp soldiers and crab generals emerging at will. Sometimes there are so many that her father and the real dragons have to hunt them desperately to prevent them from becoming an overabundance.

During that period, Ao Tingxin always had endless tempura and crab roe buns to eat, and endless death tolls to hear.

Something like that more than 600 trillion shrimp soldiers and crab generals were killed in the South China Sea, and the Dragon King of the South China Sea took those things and gave them as gifts to Asura and others.

Or maybe the North Sea killed more and used them to fill the Sea Eye, and even refused to eat the Luotian Passage connected to the Sea Eye, allowing Ancestor Kunpeng to rest for a long time and even praise the Dragon King of the North Sea.

Ao Tingxin had heard so many similar things that she thought she was used to them.

But she forgot one thing, that is, no matter how much she heard, it was not as good as seeing it with her own eyes.

But now, after seeing it with his own eyes, Ao Tingxin was so shocked by the sea of ​​blood that he was almost speechless.

She sat on Hu Jiao's back uncomfortably, her little hands clenched unconsciously, and she would squeeze Hu Jiao until she cried out in pain.

Ever since Zhong Su and his party crossed over Yanshan Mountain, the number of slaves has been increasing. Countless Xiqi slaves were numbly picking up the bodies of Xiqi soldiers and the armor and weapons dropped from the bodies.

These slaves had obviously not been educated yet, so much so that some of them would take up weapons or grab armor to fight against the Xiqi soldiers at any time.

As a result, more slaves left more corpses here in various incidents, making the accumulated blood here even more diverse.

The elite soldiers of Xiqi that Zhong Su saw before entering the battle now seemed to have no idea of ​​discipline. Even though Zhong Su walked through the battlefield area so conspicuously, few Xiqi soldiers came up to question him.

All the soldiers who were still wearing armor were now staring at the slaves passing by with a covetous look. For some reason, their eyes were filled with hatred when they looked at the slaves.

Even from a distance, Zhong Su could clearly see the fire of hatred in their eyes. That was definitely not the oppression of slaves by the superiors, but the purest fire of hatred, without a doubt.

The moment he saw such an environment, Xiaojiu completely fell into emo state. His problem now was even more serious than Loach Dragon's.

Two days ago, he was eager to go to Sishui.

Now he just hoped that Zhong Su would walk slower, because he no longer dared to see Sishui today.

But no matter how slowly Zhong Su walked, they would eventually reach Sishui. So after Zhong Su walked a short distance, they finally heard some more regular horse hoof sounds coming from afar.

Not long after, Bo Yikao and Zhou Gongdan, with a group of soldiers, stopped in front of Zhong Su.

When Zhong Su saw Bo Yikao, he was startled.

Although he had never met Bo Yikao before, the Bo Yikao at this moment was enough to scare people without you needing to know him in the past, nor do you need to discover the changes between him and the past.

He was as thin as a dead bone, just like Tai Ding before his death. The only difference was that although his pupils were bloodshot, his eyes still showed nine points of despair, but also flickered with a little hope.

After he dismounted, Zhou Gongdan, who was in slightly better condition than Bo Yikao, supported him and took him to pay his respects to Zhong Su.

Then, Bo Yikao asked Zhong Su in a hoarse voice.

"True Lord, may I ask if my father has returned with you?"

"Ji Chang is back."

Faced with Bo Yikao's situation, Zhong Su kept his words short and gave a brief answer.

Upon hearing this, Bo Yikao almost collapsed, as if the string in his heart had completely loosened.

Zhou Gongdan on the side tried his best to support his elder brother, then nodded hurriedly to Zhong Su and said.

"Please forgive my rudeness, my brother is really very tired. You want to go back to Sishui Pass, right? Then just cross the battlefield. The people of Xiqi and the merchants... will not stop you.

If there is nothing else, my elder brother and I will take our leave. We both have to go and apologize to our father and grandfather.

This year... this year... oh!"

After a long sigh, Duke Zhou handed Bo Yikao over to the soldiers, and asked the soldiers to help Bo Yikao onto the horse.

Afterwards, Zhou Gongdan also planned to take action.

But before Zhou Gongdan got on the horse, Xiaojiu couldn't help but stick his head out from behind Zhong Su and asked Zhou Gongdan timidly.

"Who won?"

"what?"

Zhou Gongdan suddenly turned his head, looked at Xiaojiu and took a deep breath.

At the same time, Xiaojiu continued to ask with tears in her eyes.

"I said who won. There must be a winner and a loser. Otherwise, so many people died in vain..."

After saying that, Xiaojiu panted quickly and looked at Zhou Gongdan nervously.

Facing the frightened gaze of Xiaojiu, Zhou Gongdan swallowed his saliva and then waved his hands around.

"Look at the scorched earth and the blood, how can anyone win?"

After he finished speaking, Zhou Gongdan smiled bitterly and wanted to turn around and leave.

But before leaving, Zhou Gongdan suddenly remembered something, so he quickly turned around and hurried to Zhong Suli, or to be more precise, to Xiao Jiu.

Seeing Zhou Gongdan coming so close, Xiaojiu was startled and quickly hid behind Zhong Suli again.

At the same time, Zhou Gongdan also bowed to Zhong Su and asked.

"Master Zhongshan, may I ask if this boy is the Deng Jiuer that my father mentioned?"

"Um?!!"

Without waiting for Zhong Su's response, Bo Yikao, who had just mounted his horse, seemed to suddenly remember something when he heard Zhou Gongdan's words, and let out a loud cry of surprise.

Afterwards, Bo Yikao quickly looked at Deng Jiugong, and his eyes immediately became three points redder.

Then Bo Yikao hurriedly dismounted, and his extremely thin body suddenly regained strength. He walked all the way to the side of Zhou Gongdan, silently staring at Deng Jiugong who was beginning to tremble.

After a while, Bo Yikao raised his hands and bowed solemnly to Deng Jiugong.

It is the kind of salute where you raise your hands above your head, then bow with your hands and head parallel to the ground.

After the ceremony, Bo Yikao turned around and rode away without saying a word.

Zhou Gongdan was still there staring at Xiaojiu infatuatedly. After a long while, he finally spoke and spoke to Xiaojiu in a very serious manner.

"My Lord Ninth, your Deng family is full of loyal warriors. How lucky is the Shang Dynasty to have such a brave general from your Deng family.

It’s a pity that the weapons here are dangerous and the arrows are indiscriminate. Last time, you and I belonged to two different sides, so we are enemies.

In short, Mr. Deng Jiu, even if I am your Deng family's enemy, I still have to respect your Deng family's family tradition and the fierceness of father and son.

only……"

Having said this, Zhou Gongdan looked up dejectedly, closed his eyes and gazed at the sky, then bowed deeply to Deng Jiugong again.

During this ceremony, Zhou Gongdan took a deep breath, then bent over and said his last words to Deng Jiugong.

"Just... please accept my condolences, sir!"

(End of this chapter)