Pan Long opened his eyes and saw a lush forest and a cliff in the distance.

He turned over and stood up, feeling that his body was in good condition. Not only did he not have any pain, he did not even show any weakness that he should have after the violent attack.

But around him, there were broken branches and leaves everywhere. Judging from the damage to the tree canopy above his head, he should have fallen directly from the cliff.

Even these big trees were smashed by him, why did he have nothing to do?

He thought about it and opened the panel. Sure enough, he saw that among the three grids of the fast inventory, the one with the Holy Spirit was empty.

"It's indeed the effect of the Holy Spirit."

He couldn't help but sigh.

He just launched a violent rage, fell into violent rage temporarily gained the ability similar to immortal body, joined forces with Han Feng, and fought with He Tiankui in a loss-win situation. When the violent rage ended, he should have died, but the Holy Spirit Pill automatically took effect, allowing him to directly return to his intact state.

It is worthy of being a rare treasure! If you carry a bottle on your body, you will have a life!

Of course, the Holy Boots under his feet also helped a lot. If this treasure had not been resolved - at least part of the falling power, even if he would not have died of serious injuries in a violent state, but fell from the cliff and his body fell into pieces, the Holy Spirit would probably not have saved him.

Just like a Korean style...

He clenched his teeth.

"Maybe I read it wrong just now, Afeng was just injured..." He said to himself something that even a child would not believe, and forced himself to fool him.

Looking up, he couldn't help but be glad that something was.

The cliff is not very high or steep, so it is probably not difficult for him to climb up.

As night was approaching, a group of soldiers, led by the officer, ran to the cliff panting.

In the afternoon, the soldiers on duty at the watchtower found a cliff broken, which might have destroyed the road, and immediately reported it. General Wang Shen, who was in charge of the Shenbing Pass, was shocked and immediately sent someone to explore.

This section of the road is related to the connection between the Divine Soldier Pass and the rear. If communication cannot be made, the Divine Soldier Pass will be cut off.

Although the Divine Weapon Pass has reserved enough food and grass for three months and is not afraid of temporarily cutting off supplies. But what if an enemy wants to take this opportunity to make trouble?

Not to mention, if someone deliberately cuts off various passes and launches a rebellion in Tianwu County... Even if the rebellion is finally successfully suppressed, as a commander-in-chief, he will still have to bear great responsibility!

The military orders were as high as a mountain. The generals of the governor issued an order, and the soldiers had to work harder and run all the way.

It was getting dark, and I wonder if I could go back to the barracks to sleep today?

Their morale was depressed when they thought they might have to sleep outside.

What made them even more depressed was that they saw that the entire mountain road was almost covered with falling stones, and countless large and small stones were piled up in a mess, and they knew it was not easy to clean up at a glance.

That's fine, but the experienced veteran has already looked at the cliff with a bitter face.

So many stones will fall, indicating that there is something wrong with this cliff and needs to be cleaned up.

God knows how many more stones will fall when cleaning!

Most of them have experience in this area, and some of them are unlucky even participated in such cliff cleaning work several times, leaving deep and painful memories.

More than one soldier covered his face with his hands and couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Some people looked at their hands with bitter faces, thinking about how many blood blisters they would have to be ground out and how many pieces of skin they would have to be worn out this time.

They could have imagined that in the next half of winter - perhaps half of spring, everyone might have to work hard!

At this moment, the soldier walking in the front suddenly exclaimed: "Hey! Who are you squatting there? What are you doing!"

Hearing his shouts, a young man squatting on the ground stood up.

His face was gloomy, his clothes and leather armor were torn and ragged, and he looked very embarrassed. What attracted the most was his hands, probably because he had been digging and carrying stones, and his palms were scratched several parts.

After looking closely, you can see that the nails of his ten fingers were broken, and more than one of them had disappeared without a trace. There were sand and gravels embedded in the flesh, which made people feel very painful at first glance.

But he didn't seem to feel pain at all, and just replied in a low voice: "My friend is buried underneath, I want to dig him out."

The soldier who shouted loudly just now suddenly felt a little embarrassed, especially when he found that others were looking at him with condemnation, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

"That...haha...I don't know. Sorry, sorry." He scratched his head, laughed dryly, apologized, and asked again, "Are you guys experiencing a landslide?"

"I met a robber." The young man replied.

"Bandit?! What robber is so powerful that he can knock down the cliff?"

The young man did not explain, squatted down again, lifted a stone and placed it next to him.

The officer leading the team roughly understood, walked forward a few steps, and asked, "Do you want help?"

The young man looked at them: "I'm about to dig him out."

"Let's go and have a hand."

Without waiting for him to refuse, the officer brought the soldiers to help. There were many people and powerful people, dozens of strong men took action together, and the soldiers also brought tools, and the speed immediately increased faster.

In just half an hour, they moved the stone around the young man, revealing the body of another young man.

The young man looked younger than this, and his childishness on his face was obvious. He was obviously killed by a martial arts master, and his chest and abdomen were broken into a pool of bloody mud, only the parts above the chest and below the waist were relatively complete.

"I'm lucky, at least my head was not smashed by a stone." The soldier who asked before muttered.

He then got a punch from some colleague from behind, and realized that he was saying something inappropriately, and immediately shut his mouth.

But the young man who moved the stone didn't care at all and just looked at his friend's body silently.

After a while, he untied the cloak behind him, but found that his cloak was already ragged and could not be used as a shroud.

He became more and more silent. After a while, he asked the soldiers: "Who can give me a piece of cloth?"

The officer sighed, took off his cloak and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

The young man spread his cloak on the ground, moved as much of his friend's corpse as possible with his wounded hands, then bandaged it and held it in his arms.

Throughout the process, he was speechless, as if he had become a mute.

There was no expression on his face, but it was as gloomy as it was at the beginning, like it was cloudy when it was about to rain, and there was no sunshine. He only had light and slow movements, as if he felt that his friend was still conscious and was afraid of hurting his friend.

Looking at his appearance, the soldiers felt heavy in their hearts. Not to mention the new recruits who had not yet been baptized in blood, even veterans who had seen blood when they were killing thieves and arresting thieves, they could not help but feel sad.

"If you are sad, just cry." A veteran looked at him and persuaded, "Just cry."

The young man's body trembled violently, lowered his head, and replied in a hoarse and low voice: "I am a northerner, a northerner man, only bleeding, not crying."

As he said that, he stood up with the bloody cloth bag in his arms.

He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly remembered something and said, "There is still a carriage buried under the stones here. There are four women's bodies in the carriage... It is probably broken into pieces, and there is no way to get it all together."

The officer who had just sent out the cloak nodded: "Do you know their identities?"

"The twins, the sister is Lu Hexiang and the sister is Lu Lanxiang. They were sold to brothels by their parents, and later they were redeemed... They themselves refused to say where they were from."

"A pair of master and servant, whose master is called Sun Yun, is the lady of the Sun Family Trading Company in Junshan Town; the servant is called Xiao Cui, I don't know what his surname is. Just think that her surname is Sun."

"Who is the one who killed someone?" the officer asked again.

"He Tiankui, the leader of the Tiankui Gang in Junshan Town."

The officer nodded and said that he had written it down. Then he asked, "What are your plans now?"

The young man did not answer, and walked into the night silently with the bloody package.

Watching him walk away, the officer smacked his lips and said, "I have a premonition that something big is going to happen in Junshan Town."

"Well." The veteran replied, "many people will die."

"His eyes... He Tiankui, and even the entire He family, or the entire Tiankui Gang... are going to have a big trouble!" Another veteran said, "I don't know if someone can collect their bodies."

"Disaster."

After reaching such a conclusion, the officer turned around and looked at the soldiers under his command.

"Before you get the follow-up news from Junshan Town, no one will tell you what happened just now." He gave the order, "When everything is settled, we will make plans after we get the news."

"Then... do we still need to clean the stones?" asked the soldier who first asked.

The officer glared at him fiercely: "You are just talking nonsense! Do you still need to ask?"

The soldiers sighed and continued to get busy.

Pan Long walked alone in the dark night with blood wrapped around him. A jackal smelled the smell of blood. However, after only being looked at by his eyes, he whimpered in fear and ran away with his tail.

He walked a long way until he was sure that no one could see him, and he stopped.

He took out the dimensional bag and put the blood package in it, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

After only a moment, he appeared in the same place again, but his eyes became even more gloomy and his whole body was covered in blood, as if he had taken a shower in the blood pool hell.

Dozens of porcelain bottles appeared around him, most of which were covered with white notes, and only two or three were covered with black notes.

He picked up the porcelain bottles one by one, checked them, put them into the dimensional bag. Then he used his light skills and ran towards the south with all his strength.

His murmuring echoed in the night.

“We used to just want to be a good person.”

"We once thought that as long as we have a conscience, we can be a good person."

"Afeng, we were wrong. In this world, to be a good person, conscience is not enough!"

"We have to be more vicious, more vicious, more sinister and meaner than bad people, in order to be good people."

"But can we really be considered good people like this?"
Chapter completed!