Chapter 845

The style of the Jade Fish is that the brain is awake when passing through, but the body is out of control at that moment. Bai Lang just fell in directly, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, holding two Purple Gold Maces in his hands... This is testing his own physical defense by row beating, and he didn't expect to travel. Bai Lang shouted "ah ya" when he was about to fall, and tied his horse stance, not letting himself fall into a dog-eating shit.

After setting the horse stance, he took a look, "What the hell is going on?" In front of Bai Lang was a tragic scene he had never seen in his two lives—the dilapidated village, the corpses scattered in it, even a casual glance knew that these people were abused and killed. "Ancient?" Bai Lang frowned, his face full of unbearable, "There is a bun on the head, it should be ancient. If it were modern, that would be terrible." Actually, just looking at those broken houses, he knew it was ancient.

The problem is what era this is, and these villagers who were killed have no clothes on, even if they have, they are broken and unlike anything. Bai Lang really couldn't find anything to wear—but the three passes of the Golden Bell Shield have been broken, and this little cold and heat weather has no effect on him. Bai Lang endured the nausea, patrolled in the village, and it was considered a good deed to collect these corpses. With his divine power, he had already dug a big pit on one side, using wood and internal force, and there was definitely no shovel.

The villagers' corpses didn't rot much, after all, the weather was still very cold. Bai Lang put them all into the big pit, "Even children have it, and this kind of killing method..." The nameless fire in Bai Lang's chest was burning, men, women, old and young were all killed, such a tragic situation only aroused Bai Lang's great anger like a tiger and leopard. Now he walks more and more lightly. Although his body is considered tall and strong, he is silent after landing, just like a big worm weighing hundreds of pounds walking.

Bai Lang collected the corpses one by one. As time passed, his movements became more gentle and silent, and the feeling of a large cat became more and more difficult to erase. Finally, the last corpse was put into the big pit, and then Bai Lang swept with double maces, pushing the soil on the side down to pile up into a mound. "I don't know the name of this village until now, but I know what era it is now. It turns out to be the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty. The yellow calendar that was not burned is the fifteenth year of Chongzhen..."

Bai Lang didn't get other things here, except for collecting corpses for people, he only had this half of the yellow calendar. He looked at the sun to determine the direction, and the Jade Fish had long been found and hung around his neck again, "This time it is ten years, but ghosts believe that it really takes ten years!" This Jade Fish must be playing with him, because there is no need to look for it specially, it must be lying brightly on the ground within three steps of him.

Knowing that this is the Chongzhen period, this tragic situation has been answered—nothing more than roving bandits and mountain bandits, perhaps plus the Ming official army, and it may be the Tartars? But the last one is unlikely, because the Tartars will plunder the population instead of killing the young and strong together like this. Bai Lang also walked along the road. He was still wearing a pair of boxer shorts, holding double maces in his hands. The fields on both sides of the road were abandoned, and those that were burned were burned.

Bai Lang employed his Lightness Skill to sweep across the land. The Heaven and Earth Qi here was not very active, but it was much better than the last time Yu Yu had traveled through. However, Bai Lang's heart was not at peace at this moment; the cultivation of this Golden Bell Shield would likely be difficult to continue for the time being—but there was another method of cultivation, and that was battle. Right now, Bai Lang hoped that some mountain bandits or roving bandits would appear to let him vent thoroughly. Even though he had seen descriptions of the miserable state of the end of a dynasty in books, it was ultimately incomparable to seeing it with his own eyes.

Bai Lang is a good man at this time. His handsome appearance is needless to say. His height was measured when he was in modern society, and he seems to have grown a few centimeters after returning. Now he is a tall man of 1.8 meters, which can be considered a burly man in this late Ming Dynasty. After practicing the Golden Bell Shield, his skin is tight and smooth, and it feels like satin when touched, but this dress is really not suitable for the current weather. It should be late autumn or early winter at this time, anyway, it is cold enough but not freezing.

There are mountains in the distance, and there are even rivers flowing on one side, but there are no water conservancy projects, and the one near the river is a saline-alkali land with white flowers. This made Bai Lang feel that this might be the north, anyway, it is definitely not southern Jiangsu, so it is mostly northern Jiangsu or northern Anhui, and it may even be Shandong or Henan? However, soon, this question has the possibility of an answer, because Bai Lang heard human voices.

This is another dilapidated village. In this village, Bai Lang heard human voices, "Only five people? This doesn't look like the appearance of a normal village." Internal force gathered in his ears, Bai Lang confirmed that there were no other people in this village except these five people. "Scouts?" As for whether it was, he had to look at it. Bai Lang didn't say much, directly kicked open the broken door in front of him, and in front of him was a deserted courtyard.

There were three men roasting fire and eating. Hearing this loud noise, they were looking at the source of the sound, and at the same time, they were ready for battle. Those who touched knives, held bows, and held firearms were all there. Bai Lang swept his eyes, and at a glance, he knew that these three people were not good people. Their faces were full of ferocity, and their eyes showed cruel light. Their clothes and appearance were not official soldiers at all, because they were completely inconsistent and had no armor.

The three men looked at the intruder and were confused. This big man was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, but what was going on with this good skin and flesh? He didn't look like a poor person who could only wear a pair of shorts, and he wasn't dirty, and he was holding double iron maces, and his appearance was also dignified. What was the identity of this person? Even these old bandits couldn't see it. "Oh, are you roving bandits or mountain bandits? Ah, anyway, it's about the same." Bai Lang didn't say much, and walked over directly.

These three people looked at each other, "Where did the little donkey ball come from? Looking for death!" Just after shouting this sentence, one of the thieves holding a bow and arrow had his whole skull exploded, and his eyeballs flew onto the body of another person beside him. It was Bai Lang who threw it away, and the Purple Gold Mace in his left hand flew out, directly smashing the thief's head away. The other two thieves were also old thieves, so they didn't say much, drew their knives and went up, and from behind, another thief holding a bow and a thief holding a firearm ran over.

Bai Lang had no armor, and in their eyes, one knife could solve it. However, Bai Lang didn't hide or dodge, and after taking a knife casually, the Purple Gold Mace in his right hand directly smashed the other old bandit into two pieces and stuck to him. This knife cut on Bai Lang, which was just a white mark, and before the guy could react, Bai Lang's tiger claw had swept past, directly pulling the head out of the body... ===== CHAPTER 846 =====