Chapter 665: Mangshan

"Huh~"

Early in the morning, Zhao Guanren squatted on the courtyard wall, dangling

cigarettes to scan the people in the eight major cities, and found that they

did not respect their mothers, but were typical women with many boys and

girls. Many men who looked like pure men were actually all. Is a strong big

sister.

"Wow! Thousands of people beheaded..."

Zhao Guanren opened up the peachy eyes that have been useless for a long time.

After all, women in this era pay attention to the end. There are two men even

if they are bad, but the Eight Great Walls have opened his eyes. Hei Yulian

turned out to be a thousand people. The slashed old fairy, the remaining women

are at least double digits.

"Gloro! Come here..."

Zhao Guanren suddenly jumped off the wall. Gloluo of the Uzbek race rushed

over and heard him ask: "Is the eight major cities patriarchal? Why is the gap

between the male and female ratios so large that the female soldiers are

almost half! "

"Well! Do you know why they didn't get married, because men are not enough..."

Groluo shook his head and said: "In fact, the city is the same as us,

suffering from the curse in the fairy tomb. Ten out of eight of their children

are girls, even the natives near Mingyang Mountain, so they often run away. Go

out to borrow seeds, only by borrowing seeds can you give birth to a boy!"

"I go!"

Zhao Guanren said in surprise: "Isn't this a daughter country anymore? No

wonder everyone is hungry and thirsty. Is there a problem with the water

source in your place?"

"Probably not, Mingyang Mountain is very big, and they don't drink water from

the same place..."

Groluo said helplessly: "The fairy tomb is definitely not a good place. They

are naturally implicated when they live nearby, and their men don't live long.

Now there are only a half of the men left. It's not cursed or cursed. what?"

"With so many female perverts, a male dog won't live long..."

Zhao Guanren turned his head and looked to the side. Lu Datou was lying

timidly in front of the courtyard. He ran over for breakfast when no one was

paying attention, but he was able to scare a pure pervert into this, which

shows how many women are in the village. horrible.

"Go get ready, let's set off later..."

Zhao Guanren threw a cigarette ** and walked back to the courtyard. After a

while, he set up and set off. However, there were not many horses in the

stockade. Many people rode mules or donkeys. Like a beggar gang on the road.

When there are more people, troubles will increase. After smelling the smell,

a large number of corpses rushed to the road to intercept them. Zhao Guanren

and the others are well equipped and can rush through with a mob. Or injured.

"Lord! Let's go over the mountain, we can't take the official road anymore..."

In the afternoon, Hei Yulian finally couldn't stand it. Zhao Guanren and the

others ate their lunch immediately, but the cottage people were exhausted even

with their donkeys, and more and more people were left behind, and they

couldn't keep up. The speed of the cavalry.

"Aren't you trembling with majesty, now you know the gap..."

Zhao Guanren smiled and slowed down the speed of his horses. In this era, the

population is small, and there are basically no people in the mountains.

Although the mountain roads have to be farther, the safety factor is greatly

increased, and he ran safely for two days. , Finally came to the vicinity of

Damangshan.

"This clairvoyance is so powerful, you can see so far..."

Hei Yulian stood on the mountainside holding a binoculars. In front of him was

a city outside Damang Mountain. It would be a land of transformation in the

past, but the city has already been burned, and there are scattered corpses in

and outside the city. , A barren and ruined doomsday scene.

"Hey~ Qingyang City is broken after all, this time can be over..."

The Uzu people and the leaders of the walled city all sighed, but Zhao Guanren

said, "Don’t think that it’s okay to hide in the mountains. If you cut your

finger here and shed a drop of blood, the corpse can smell it from hundreds of

miles away. The smell of blood can be found in the mountains!"

"This is better than a dog nose..."

Everyone looked at him in astonishment. Unexpectedly, Zhao Guanren drew his

sword and cut the black jade lotus's neck with a wave. The black horse shook

his head and took a half step backwards. The finger-width wound quickly oozes

blood.

"Now it's just downwind, up to ten numbers..."

Zhao Guanrennu gestured towards the mountain. Everyone immediately held their

breath and looked down the mountain. As expected, the group of corpses

wandering around suddenly turned their heads together, looking towards the

mountain, and shouted one after another. Voice.

"Gosh!"

Hei Yulian covered her mouth in horror, and everyone else was stunned.

"See it!"

Only Zhao Guanren said calmly: "With so many women in your city, the blood

shed every day can attract a large number of corpses, and if a corpse falls in

the river, the entire river will be poisoned, so you'd better not hold it.

Fortunately, if you want to move, get out of the mountain as soon as possible!

Drive!"

Zhao Guanren turned his horse's head and ran to the back of the mountain. A

large number of corpses had already rushed up the mountain. The people in the

city hurriedly chased after them. Today was a lively lesson for them, of

course! The sense of smell of the corpse man is definitely not exaggerated to

a hundred miles away.

"Master! Go here..."

Groluo rode forward to lead the way by himself. No one in Mangshan is more

familiar than them, and Zhao Guanren finally understands why it is called

Mangshan. This ghost place is a primitive jungle, mosquitoes are as big as

dragonflies, and poisonous snakes. Beasts are also everywhere.

"I'm going! What a big snake, you guys live in such a ghost place..."

Lu Datou stared at the surroundings with fear. The small path made them have

to lead a horse to walk. There was a boa constrictor entrenched by the stream

in front. a feeling of.

"You can put this ointment on your body to avoid the insects, but you have to

go around when you see the firebow ants..."

Groluo took out a few small porcelain vases and gave them to them, saying: "We

Uganda are divided into sixteen tribes, living in different places in

Damangshan. The Wujin tribe is the tribe where the saints live, and it is also

the head of our Uganda. Altar, but most people don’t speak Mandarin, and they

don’t have contact with outsiders!"

"Ha~ I feel like I have reached the Golden Triangle..."

After walking for a long time, Zhao Guanren realized that it suddenly became

clear. In front of him was a valley lined with wooden houses. Just like

tropical houses, the wooden houses were all suspended with wooden pillars.

The clothes of the Uzbeks are simple coarse linen, and only people of

distinguished status can wear commoners. Most people are barefoot or straw

sandals. You can hardly see a fat man, and it’s no wonder that the court has

been ignoring them. This place has not been conquered at all. Necessary.

"If you gather for a meeting, I'm afraid you will have to walk for several

days. This mountain is too big..."

Zhao Guanren looked around curiously, and Groluo nodded and said: "The main

altar is the nearest place to go out of the mountain. If you walk from the

front mountain to the back mountain, it will take two days to ride a donkey,

but Mingyang Mountain is bigger than ours, and there are many places. Even the

people in the stockade dare not go!"

"Lolo is back, Lolo is back..."

There was a series of cheers in the tribe, and all the Uzbeks ran out after

hearing the news, but Zhao Guanren found out that there were many deformities

in the tribe, and there were many hairy people covered with black hair, and

there were also fools with stupid faces. A lot.

"Father! Lord Zhao is here in person..."

Groluo happily ran into the valley. The people in the eight major cities were

familiar with them, and they bent over and hugged their chests to salute, but

the Uzbeks were very wary of strangers, especially the officers and soldiers

in soft armor, who were all far away. Staring at them closely.

"Prince Zhao! Old man Ge Peigen, salute the prince..."

An old man with a hunchback walked out of the crowd and bowed with a cane.

Several young people with children’s appearance supported him. Zhao Guanren

let go of the battle and laughed before he said: "The chief Ge is polite.

what?"

"There are two in fifty, let the prince laugh..."

Patriarch Ge arched his hands, neither humble nor arrogant. Zhao Guanren who

was talking about this was taken aback, and suddenly realized that there were

not many elderly people here. Moreover, at the age of fifty-two, he was in the

prime of life. Emperor Shunyao was in his sixties and was still visiting the

Great Yangma, but this is Patriarch Ge. Looks like he can be the father of

Emperor Shunyao.

"Master! Do you think my father is not like someone in his fifties..."

Groluo said with a stiff expression: "But more than 50 years are considered

longevity in our place. The devil curse has been torturing us, making it

difficult for us Uzbeks to live past fifty. You have also seen that many

children are born. Even freaks, there are a lot of silly children!"

"What is the curse of this level? Do you know why people want to study,

because it is terrible to have no culture..."

Mr. Lu stepped forward and said: "Freaks and fools are the result of close

relatives getting married, and Maos are the phenomenon of returning to their

ancestors. This is the result of you not intermarrying with the outside world

and doing your own people, not marrying people of the same surname, you think

Is it just against ethics?"

"..."

The Uzbek was quiet for a while, but soon many people stared at him angrily,

but Zhao Guanren waved his hands and said, "Patriarch Ge! Let’s come in and

talk. I bring you greetings from the saint. Tonight Let's rest here with you!"

"Lord, please!"

Patriarch Ge gave way without expression. Gloro hurried forward to lead the

way and led them into a large fenced courtyard on the mountainside. There was

a solemn and only large tiled house with many strange paintings on the wall.

The symbol looks like a place of worship.

"Huh? Why is there a fountain in this room..."

Lu Datou curiously walked into the big tiled house. There was a white jade

fountain in the room. There was a black iron pillar in the middle with many

red, green and green cloth straps tied to it. It was more than two meters high

like a telephone pole. , There is a ** iron box below.

"Lolo! What is this..."

Zhao Guanren also followed in curiously, and Groluo accompanied him with a

smile and said, "This is the sacred object of our clan, the heavenly pillar of

God's light. Legend has it that it can light up a large mountain at night, but

it's a pity that it was desecrated by a sinner. Tianzhu hasn't been lit for

many years!"

"Luminous ones? The luminous ones have to shine on the sun. Of course they

won't shine in the house..."

Lu Datou turned half a circle around the pool, Zhao Guanren also leaned on the

side of the pool to look at the probe, and subconsciously pointed to the

bottom of the Tianzhu and said, "What is luminous? Isn't there a switch? It

must be out of power!"

"Don't touch the water, watch out for leakage..."

Lu's big head instinctively opened his hand, but the slap made the two of them

stunned at the same time, and then suddenly raised their heads to face each

other, and exclaimed in unison: "Fuck! Lamppost!"