Chapter 893

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 while practicing beating, and he didn't expect to travel. Bai Lang shouted "Ah" when he was about to fall to the ground 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 if he just took a casual look, he knew that these people were abused and killed. "Ancient?" Bai Lang frowned, his face full of unbearable, "There is a hair bun on the head, it should be ancient. If it were modern, that would be terrible." In fact, just looking at those broken houses, he knew it was ancient.

The problem is what year this is, and these villagers who were killed have no clothes on. Even if they have them, they are broken and not like people. Bai Lang really couldn't find anything to wear—but the third level of the Golden Bell Shield has been broken, and this small cold and heat is nothing to 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 a shovel was definitely not there.

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 are there, and this kind of killing method..." The fire in Bai Lang's chest was burning, men, women, old and young, none were spared. Such a tragic situation only aroused Bai Lang's fierce anger like a tiger and leopard. Now he walks more and more lightly. Although his body shape can be considered tall and strong, his footsteps are silent after falling, just like a big insect weighing hundreds of catties walking.

Bai Lang collected the corpses one by one. As time passed, his movements became more and more gentle and silent. The feeling of a large feline became more and more difficult to erase. Finally, the last corpse was put into the big pit, and then Bai Lang swept with both maces, exerting force, pushing the mud on the side down and piling it into a mound. "I don't even know the name of this village until now, but now I know what year it is. It turned out to be the Chongzhen year of the Ming Dynasty. This yellow calendar that wasn't 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's ten years again, 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 specifically, it must be lying brightly on the ground within three steps of him.

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

Bai Lang swept across the land using his Lightness Skill. 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, and the cultivation of his Golden Bell Shield would likely be difficult to continue for the time being—though there was another method of cultivation, which was battle. Right now, Bai Lang hoped that some mountain bandits or roving bandits would appear to let him vent properly. 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 it seems that he has grown a few centimeters after returning. Now he is a good man of one meter eight, 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 silk when touched, but this dress is really not suitable for the current weather. At this time, it should be late autumn or early winter, anyway, it is cold enough but not yet frozen.

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 the saline-alkali land with white flowers. This made Bai Lang feel that this place might be the north. Anyway, it is definitely not southern Jiangsu. It is mostly northern Jiangsu and northern Anhui, and it is even possible that it is Shandong and 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 a normal village." Internal force gathered in his ears, Bai Lang confirmed that there were no other people in this village except for these five people. "Scouts?" As for whether it is, go to see it. The positions of these few people were clearly judged by Bai Lang relying on his ears. At the moment, he didn't say much, and directly kicked open the broken door in front of him. In front of him was a desolate courtyard.

There were three men roasting fire and eating. Hearing this loud noise, they were all looking at the source of the sound, and at the same time, they were ready for battle. They touched knives, held bows, and took firearms. Bai Lang swept his eyes. Looking at these three people, they were not good people. Their faces were full of fierce air, and their eyes showed cruel light. Their clothing and appearance did not look like official troops, because they were completely inconsistent and had no armor.

Those three men looked at the intruder and were also confused. This big man was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, but what was going on with this good skin and flesh? It didn't look like a poor person who could only wear a pair of shorts, and he wasn't dirty, and he was holding a pair of iron maces, and his appearance was also dignified. What kind of identity was this person? Even these old bandits couldn't see it. "Where did the little donkey ball come from? Looking for death!" Just shouted this sentence, immediately one of the thieves holding a bow and arrow had his whole head exploded, and his eyeballs flew to the side of another person. It was Bai Lang who threw it casually, and the purple gold mace in his left hand flew out, directly hitting the thief's head away. The other two thieves were also old thieves, and they didn't say much, and they drew their knives and went up. And from behind, another one holding a bow and one holding a firearm ran over.

Bai Lang had no armor on his body. In their view, one knife could solve it. However, Bai Lang didn't dodge or avoid it either. He just took a knife casually, and the purple gold mace in his right hand directly smashed the other thief into two pieces and stuck to the person. This knife slashed on Bai Lang, which was just a white mark. Before the guy could react, Bai Lang's tiger claw had already swept over, directly pulling the head out of the body... ===== CHAPTER 894 =====

Bai Lang wore no armor, so in their eyes, a single blade could solve the problem. Yet Bai Lang did not dodge or avoid them either. After casually taking a slash, the Purple Gold Halberd in his right hand directly smashed another old bandit into two pieces, pinning him down. That blade, when it struck Bai Lang's body, left nothing more than a white mark. Before that fellow could react, Bai Lang's tiger claw had already swept past, directly pulling the head out from the body...