Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Most of them contracted their land to the poorer people in Zhuangzi, and the good harvest of this year also means that they had a good time.

And so is the Song family.

But the Song family still has money to buy food from other places. No matter how bad the harvest is, they will not be hungry.

But in the middle of the night, the steward of Chuang Tzu came to him with a wound. Before he could say that he was finished, Chuang Tzu was killed. Outside the city, Chuang Tzu was bloodied by mountain bandits all night. No one in Chuang Tzu escaped except the steward.

The mountain bandits robbed them of all the food in this year and killed all the people.

It's not just Chuang Tzu of the Song family. By noon the next day, most of the people in the city knew about it.

It's true that they still have money from selling grain or other channels to spend the year, but it doesn't mean that they can let the mountain bandits rob them, let alone kill so many people.

Song Huisheng finds Song Wei under the tree in the yard.

"Sir, I'll be away from home for a few days. You'll worry about my sister-in-law during my absence." Song Huisheng arched his hand, bent his waist and straightened his way.

Today's echo of Song Dynasty is a head higher than that of Song Wei. Because of years of martial arts practice, although the body shape is not the strong and strong one can see at a glance, it can walk steadily.

Song Wei was standing under the tree, and there were two white birds on the branches above him. When Song Wei echoed, he was looking up, as if listening to what the white bird said.

Hearing song's echo, Song Wei knew what he was going to do. Song Wei's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but the two white birds on the branch suddenly chirped.

Song Wei opens his mouth. Song Hui sees him nod his head.

Song Wei said: "no matter what you are going to do, you must remember to be careful. There are brothers and sisters waiting for you at home."

"I remember that." Song Hui said in a hoarse voice, but suddenly stopped when he turned to leave. He turned his back to Song Wei and said in a hoarse voice, "Sir, you have to wait for me to come back."

With this sentence, song Huisheng didn't wait for the reaction of Song Wei behind him. He took his sword, strode out, turned over and mounted his horse, and took more than a dozen servants to go out of the city.

Yucheng is so small that there are not many soldiers and officers in the city. Apart from the soldiers who want to guard the city, there are few who can be sent to hang the mountain bandits. So the families who suffered from the mountain bandits in the city sent some young and strong family members to help.

What's more, people like song Huisheng went to Zhuangzi in person.

As soon as Song Hui Hui left, Song Wei still stood under the tree. He looked at the direction outside the city, where there were several continuous mountains, and the mountain bandits were sitting there.

The white birds on the branches are still chirping, but only Song Wei can understand what the two white birds are calling.

"Mr. Mountain Ghost, when will you come back with us? Everyone in the mountain missed you... "

"Mr. Mountain Ghost, the mountain bandits are fierce. When we came here, we were almost killed by the mountain bandits with arrows..."

"Lord Mountain Ghost..."

In the past, Song Wei only felt that these chirping voices were lively in his ears, but now he felt very noisy and irritating.

Song Wei pursed his lips and glanced at the two white birds. He said, "go and watch song echo. If something happens, please come back and tell me."