Chapter 33: Mass Grave Beggar Nest

"Idiot!"

Slap!

Accompanied by a loud slap, Meng Haicheng fell to the ground.

Bloody water mixed with broken teeth fell, and the ground dust was covered with gray. Coupled with the blood-stained bandage on his neck, he looked extremely embarrassed.

However, Meng Haicheng didn't even dare to breathe, hurriedly climbed up and knelt on the ground, his forehead full of cold sweat.

This is a blacksmith shop of considerable scale.

The large courtyard outside has a row of dilapidated iron-making furnaces, the furnace fire is red, and iron slag and coal slag are scattered all over the ground. A group of men are bare-chested, and hammers of various sizes are falling alternately.

Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang!

Accompanied by the harsh sound of iron-making, sparks splashed everywhere.

And in the inner courtyard, a group of men dressed differently and covered in tattoos are standing or squatting. Under the dim candlelight, each face is ferocious.

In the air, there is a heavy smell of sweat, tobacco, and the sour smell of unwashed clothes for many days, intertwined, making people want to vomit.

This is the station of the Iron Tie Tie Dao Bang.

Directly above the steps of the inner courtyard, a man is sitting on a grandmaster chair.

This man is unusually tall, bearded, dark-skinned, and his features are extremely rough, looking very majestic.

But he is wearing a big red robe, and not wearing it properly. His right arm and shoulder are exposed, and a black tiger is tattooed on his dark skin.

He wears a small hat and pins a flower next to his ear, looking out of place.

This person is the leader of the Iron Tie Tie Dao Bang, Zheng Heibei.

He was originally a blacksmith in Xianyang City, born with divine strength, learned the family-passed Tongbei boxing, and had a fiery personality, gathering a group of ruffians, often fighting with people.

Once he offended someone, and after being cleaned up in prison for a few days, he opened his mind, kowtowed and worshipped under Zhou Pan's door, and then established the Iron Tie Tie Dao Bang.

The West City is far less prosperous than the Dongcheng, but his Iron Tie Tie Dao Bang bullies the market, almost monopolizing the business of the blacksmith line in the city, so the profits are quite rich.

At this moment, Zheng Heibei sat on the chair like a horse, playing with walnuts, and looked coldly at Meng Haicheng kneeling on the ground.

"Do you know where you made a mistake?"

Meng Haicheng secretly suffered, "Shouldn't have agreed to a life-and-death ring."

He is also an old Jianghu hand, and only realized he had been tricked after leaving.

His side had the advantage in numbers, so he should have just gone back on his word, swarmed up and hacked Li Yan to death. Then who would know that this Li Hu's son was in Xianyang.

Unfortunately, he was really scared at the time.

Thinking of Li Yan's eyes again, his back is still cold.

"Hmph!"

Zheng Heibei above didn't know what he was thinking, and said coldly: "A young boy who just entered the Jianghu played you around, no wonder you ended up in this state."

"What is he? Just hacking him to death is fine. Just find someone to take the blame, but now it's good, it's become a martial arts ring fight. Whether winning or losing, it's all hitting the master's face!"

Meng Haicheng was even more afraid, gritting his teeth: "Or, I'll take people to skin him alive now!"

"Too late!"

Zheng Heibei said indifferently: "Now in the Xianyang road, everyone is talking about this. You go to kill him now, isn't it just a joke."

Meng Haicheng was speechless, and his heart was even more bitter.

If he had known, he would have pretended not to know that kid.

And Zheng Heibei above pondered for a while, turned his head to look at the side, his tone became much softer, "Master Yu, I heard that kid followed a Mystic Sect Daoist, do you know what they want to do?"

"Nothing more than inviting gods."

The speaker was a middle-aged man.

His appearance and accent were completely different from those in Guanzhong, with features from the Jiangzuo side. He was dressed in a black robe, disheveled, and had a long mustache.

What is even stranger is his forehead, which is painted with a Taiji in cinnabar.

This person is named Yu Laosi, a sorcerer from Jiangzuo, who is good at using nightmare curse methods, and doesn't know who he offended, hiding everywhere.

After Zheng Heibei found out, he secretly took him in.

Over the years, several of his opponents died suddenly, which was the work of this Yu Laosi, and Zheng Heibei relied on him heavily.

Only to see the sorcerer Yu Laosi stroking his long mustache and sneering: "That Daoist is named Wang Daoxuan, his skills are average, and what he does is nothing more than wanting to invite yin gods to protect them so they can take on some tough jobs."

"Inviting yin gods, they must go to the mass grave, probably tomorrow night."

"And the mass grave is the territory of those beggars going west. The gang leader can just say a word, and when they are doing the ritual, make some trouble, and those people will have a hard time escaping death."

"Then everyone is dead, and there won't be a ring fight!"

"Master Yu has a good idea!"

Zheng Heibei pondered for a while, "Er Gou, you go on a trip, remember to be polite, that group of beggars is a bit evil."

"Yes, Big Brother!"

A sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked man stepped out from the crowd.

"Wait."

The sorcerer Yu Laosi suddenly spoke: "If you just go like this, you won't even be able to see anyone, and you will lose your life. I'll tell you how to do it..."

"Many thanks to the Master for the guidance."

Er Gou remembered carefully and left with a fist salute.

……

The station of the Iron Tie Tie Dao Bang is in the Dongcheng of Xianyang.

After the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked man Er Gou went out, he rode a fast horse, passed through the Changping Granary, passed the Horse King Temple, and left Xianyang City from the northwest gate.

Compared to the ancient ferry in the south, the north gate is much more desolate.

In the autumn rain, the tall archway stood alone in the wilderness. There were occasional commoners on the muddy official road, all from nearby villages.

Er Gou wore a bamboo hat and galloped on his horse.

Near dusk, he came to the vicinity of a small mountain.

Or, it can't be called a mountain.

The Guanzhong Plain is surrounded by mountains on all four sides, whether it is the Qin Ling Mountains and Zhongnan Mountain in the south, or Huashan and Lishan in the east, or the Liang Shan and other mountain ranges behind, they are all much higher than the small dirt hill in front of him.

But the popularity here is not inferior at all.

Regardless of war, famine, plague, or fighting among Jianghu people, there are many ownerless corpses in the vast Xianyang City every day.

These corpses naturally cannot be discarded at will.

Even the criminals beheaded at the execution ground will be filled and buried.

And this work was handed over to the Beggar Gang going west.

They wouldn't bury them properly, mostly just wrapping them in straw mats, unless they encountered donations from kind people, they would use some thin coffins.

!.

And they didn't care about Feng Shui, burying them at will on the mountain.

This place is the Xianyang mass grave.

After countless years of accumulation, there are ownerless lonely graves everywhere on the mountain, various messy old trees are entrenched, crows are flying, and groups of wild dogs are wandering.

In the autumn rain curtain, it is dim, like the Netherworld.

Ordinary people in Xianyang City dare not come to this place.

Even this Iron Tie Tie Dao Bang man Er Gou felt his hair stand on end, couldn't help but spit, and cursed: A group of pus-leaking treacherous cowards, but they live in this ghostly place...

Of course, he only dared to mutter in his heart.

The Beggar Gang in Xianyang City has never been easy to provoke.

Since the great drought and plague many years ago, after the Mile Sect rebelled, the beggar nest moved to this mountain, and their whereabouts were very strange.

It is said that it was to avoid the disaster of war, but they didn't move back even after peace.

Some people also suspect that they have colluded with the Mile Sect in secret, and even a cavalry commandant in Xianyang sent people to investigate, and then led the army to search, trying to make a contribution.

However, there was no gain.

Gradually, people got used to the existence of the beggar nest on the mass grave.

But in the Jianghu, there are more legends about these beggars.

For example, they have strange arts that can confuse souls, often colluding with human traffickers in the city, abducting women and children...

For example, they can play with snakes and scorpions, and can even command the wild dogs here...

Several Jianghu swordsmen offended the Beggar Gang and died inexplicably.

In short, these beggars are very evil.

At this time, it was near dusk, the night was already dark, coupled with the autumn rain and wet fog, the light was very dim.

Er Gou felt his hair stand on end, dismounted and picked up a lantern, walking carefully, paying attention to the movement around him from time to time.

Looking at the countless ownerless lonely graves around, even though he was a person who wouldn't blink even if he was pierced by three knives and six holes, he felt his scalp tighten and his hair stand up.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

Just as he walked onto the mountain road, the barking of wild dogs sounded.

In the dark wet fog, pairs of blood-red eyes appeared.

Clang!

The man was startled and hurriedly pulled out the knife from his waist.

The wild dog pack in the mass grave is also a terrifying existence in the legends of Xianyang City.

These guys feed on dead bodies, are full of fierce energy, and some people have seen them attack wolf packs, so eating a person is naturally not a problem.

Thinking of Master Yu's instructions, Er Gou, even though he was terrified, hurriedly put away the knife, saluted and shouted loudly: "Drinking the same river water, sharing the same ten thousand years of green, I, Lu Er Gou, have come to worship incense, I hope you will show up and see me!"

As soon as the words fell, a reprimand sounded from afar.

Accompanied by the sound of wild beasts running, those pairs of red eyes disappeared rapidly.

Er Gou saw it and felt dark in his heart. These beggars really know how to drive wild dogs.

Soon, a black human figure appeared in the rain fog. He didn't carry a lantern, hunchbacked, and said in a deep voice: "Where did the distinguished guest come from?"

"The old capital of Qin Wang."

"Do you know the weight of the Jianghu?"

"A total of four jin, twenty-three liang, five qian, four fen, nine li, eight hao!"

"What are four fen, nine li, eight hao?"

"Four seas, nine rivers, eight rivers."

"Where are you making a fortune, fellow traveler?"

"Don't dare, just following Big Brother Zheng to mix food."

"Let's go."

After a series of Jianghu secret codes, the background had been roughly figured out. The human figure in front finally raised the lantern, but it was an old beggar in tattered clothes and disheveled hair.

Er Gou breathed a sigh of relief and followed closely.

Along the way, he always felt that something was staring at him in the darkness, but he didn't dare to look more, secretly thinking that these beggars were really evil.

Finally, after entering the mountain, firelight faintly appeared in front...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 34 =====