Chapter 39
Yuyu's style is that when she passes through, her mind is clear, but her body is out of control at that moment. Bailang just fell in, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, holding two purple gold maces in his hands... Isn't this a test of his physical defense, but he didn't expect to be penetrated. When Bailang was about to fall to the ground, he let out a sigh and stood in a horse stance, so that he didn't fall flat on his face.
After he stood still, he looked around and said, " What the hell is going on?" In front of Bai Lang was a tragic scene that he had never seen in his two lives - the dilapidated village, the corpses scattered in it, even a casual glance would tell that these people were slaughtered. "Ancient times?" Bai Lang frowned, his face full of pity, "There is a bun on the head, it should be ancient times, it would be terrible if it was modern times." In fact, just looking at those dilapidated houses, you can tell that it is ancient times.
The problem is what era this is, and these killed villagers have no clothes on them, even if they have, they are tattered, Bai Lang really n't find anything to wear - but the three levels of the Golden Bell Cover have been broken, and this little bit of cold and hot weather has little effect on him. Bai Lang suppressed his nausea and patrolled the village, and at the same time, it was a good deed to collect these corpses. With his divine power, he had already dug a big pit on the side, using wood and internal force, and there was definitely no shovel.
The bodies of the villagers didn't rot much, after all, the weather was still very cold. Bai Lang put them all in the big pit. "Even children were killed in this way..." Bai Lang's heart was burning with anger. No one was spared, men, women, old or young. Women and children were tortured and killed. Such a tragic scene only aroused Bai Lang's rage like a tiger or leopard. Now he walked more lightly. Although he was tall and strong, his footsteps were silent, as if a large insect weighing hundreds of pounds was walking.
Bai Lang collected the corpses one by one. As time went by, his movements became gentler and more silent. The feeling of a large cat became harder to erase. The last corpse was also put into the pit. Then Bai Lang swept his two maces and pushed all the dirt around it down to make a pile of earth buns. "I still don't know what this village is called, but I do know what era it is now. It turns out to be the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty. This almanac that was not burned says the fifteenth year of Chongzhen..."
Bai Lang didn't gain anything else here, except for collecting corpses, and this half of the almanac. He looked at the sun to determine the direction, and the jade fish had already been found and hung around his neck again. "This time it's another ten years, but no one believes it will really take ten years!" The jade fish must be playing a trick on him, because there is no need to look for it specifically, it must be lying on the ground within three steps of him, shining brightly.
Knowing that this was during the Chongzhen period, the explanation for such a tragic situation was revealed - it was nothing more than bandits and mountain bandits, perhaps with the Ming army, or even the Tartars? But the last one was unlikely, because the Tartars would plunder the population instead of killing all the young and strong as they did now. Bai Lang also walked along the road, still wearing a pair of boxer shorts and holding two maces in his hands. The fields on both sides of the road were either abandoned or burned.
Bai Lang performed Qinggong and flew across the land. The vitality of the heaven and earth here was not very active, but it was much better than the last time the Jade Fish crossed over. However, Bai Lang was upset at this time. He was afraid that the practice of the Golden Bell Cover would be difficult to continue for the time being. However, there was another way to practice, that was fighting. At the moment, Bai Lang hoped that some bandits would appear so that he could vent his anger. Even if he had seen the description of the tragic situation at the end of the dynasty in the book, it was not as good as seeing it with his own eyes.
Bai Lang was a handsome man at this time. His height had been measured in modern society. He seemed to have grown a few centimeters after returning. Now he was a handsome man of 1.8 meters. He could be considered a big man in the late Ming Dynasty . After practicing the Golden Bell, his skin was tight and smooth, and it felt like silk. However, this outfit was not suitable for the current weather. It looked like late autumn or early winter. Anyway, it was cold enough but not yet frozen.
There are mountains and even a river flowing by, but there are no water conservancy projects and the area near the river is just salt-alkali land with white flowers. This makes Bai Lang think that this may be the north. At least it is definitely not the southern part of Jiangsu. It is probably the northern part of Jiangsu and Anhui, or even Shandong and Henan. However, soon, this question may be answered because Bai Lang heard human voices.
This is another dilapidated village. In this village, Bai Lang heard voices. "Only five people? This doesn't look like a normal village." Bai Lang used his inner strength to gather his ears and confirmed that there was no one else in the village except these five people. "Scout?" As for whether he should go and see, Bai Lang could clearly determine the location of these people by listening to the sounds. He didn't say much and kicked open the broken door in front of him. In front of him was a deserted courtyard.
There were three men roasting their food by the fire. When they heard the loud noise, they all looked towards the source of the sound and quickly prepared for battle. Some were holding swords, bows, and firearms. Bai Lang glanced around and saw that these three men were not good people. Their faces were full of viciousness, their eyes were full of cruelty, and their clothes were obviously not official troops, because they were not uniform and they did not have any armor.
The three men were also confused when they saw the intruder. The big man was only wearing a pair of shorts, but how could he have such good skin? He didn't look so poor that he could only wear a pair of shorts. He was not dirty, and he was holding a pair of iron maces. He looked dignified. Even these . "Oh, are you bandits or mountain bandits? Ah, they are all the same." Bai Lang didn't say much and strode over.
The three looked at each other, "Where did you come from, you little idiot? You're looking for death!" As soon as he shouted this, one of the thieves holding a bow and arrow had his head exploded, and his eyeballs flew to another person next to him. But Bai Lang threw the purple gold mace in his left hand and directly hit the thief's head. The other two thieves were also old thieves. They didn't say much and just drew their knives and rushed over. In addition, a thief with a bow and a thief with a musket ran over from behind.
Bai Lang was without armor, and they thought that one strike would do the trick. However, Bai Lang did not dodge or evade, and after casually taking the blow, the purple-gold mace in his right hand directly smashed the other old bandit into two pieces. The knife only left a white mark on Bai Lang's body, and before the guy could react, Bai Lang's tiger claws had already swept past and directly pulled the head out of the body...
