C4 Mount Hun Duan Wei

Lee Hengfang was too preoccupied with his thoughts to understand clearly what the King of Hell said afterwards. However, he understood the meaning behind his words: the Yuan Dynasty overthrew the Song Dynasty and the Dali, and the jurisdiction of the Yin Dynasty and the Underworld was expanded accordingly. They could only allow themselves to slowly fade away in time.

"Looks like Taoist was going to make an empty trip, we are truly powerless," said the King of Hell of the last Yuan Dynasty. "Regarding the souls of the Flying Head Man and Gao Zhisheng, we have only heard rumors and know a little about them. We only know that his imprisonment in the terracotta pot had something to do with the king's ear being cut off during the Nanzhao and the gold bottle being placed in it."

"Then, sorry to bother you!" The Daoist looked at the King of Hell in front of him.

Lee Hengfang followed the Taoist's example and bowed as well.

Daoist Everlasting held Lee Hengfang's hand. Manager Li felt the air whirl again, followed by the reverse of the sun and moon, with the stars facing east.

When time came to a standstill, it was a quiet night. The half-moon, like a sickle, was waving at the stars — at the shrivelled dandelion flowers; the breeze was cool, and the occasional owl gave a strange cry or two.

"Where is this place?" Lee Hengfang asked the Taoist in a soft voice.

"Mount Wei, the Mount Wei you thought of in the Yuan Dynasty's Underworld!"

"Are you saying that we have returned to the mortal world?" Unknowingly, the "you" Lee Hengfang spoke of had become "you".

"Yes, but it's not the Mount Wei of the era we're in, but the Mount Wei of the Nanzhao?"

The branches rustled in the wind, looking very much like the ghostly shadows in the underworld. There were flashes of blue fire here and there.

"It feels like he is still in hell! "It used to be called the mountain, the mountain with the ghost under it."

"Why?"

"Can't you see that there are ghost fires flickering here and there?"

Lee Hengfang looked at the flashing blue light in all directions. Not far in front of them were a few mountaintops that looked like they were about to fall on them at any moment. Lee Hengfang's back began to sweat.

At this moment, the Taoist in the front suddenly shushed him and lightly pulled Lee Hengfang's hand.

The two of them quietly retreated into the bushes by the dirt road.

The sound of wind rustling could be heard. It was the sound of bare feet stepping on mud. Not long later, he saw three shadows plow through the moonlight in front of him, walking past Lee Hengfang and the others.

The Taoist pulled Lee Hengfang again, and they slowly followed.

"I didn't expect that the king would place the spirit bottle in such a secretive place. No one has known about it for many years!" The figures began to speak.

"Or, how can we say that we are the king's confidants? If others knew where the king was hiding, what would happen? "That's a golden bottle. Can the souls of those dead kings still be at peace?"

"Can the two brothers not speak? "Come, drink a few mouthfuls of wine and gag your mouths." This should be the leader's voice.

The silhouette of a gourd was passed over, and the sound of snoring wine could be heard.

"Don't worry, Big Brother..." This brother will not say a single word in front of outsiders. " The man drank and said.

The other man went on drinking.

"I know, you won't talk anymore!" The leader's voice suddenly became cold, "All three of us are going to report to the new king, but you two have to stay behind to protect this spirit mountain, to protect the dead king's dead body, only your heads will follow me!"

"Lo... "Da …"

Under the moonlight, a flash of a blade, and the sound of a voice filled with bewilderment was cut off. Thump, thump, thump. The two muscular bodies fell as well.

The sound of his head being chopped off, the thick smell of blood, and the distant wailing of an owl.

"There's nothing we can do. Brothers, you've just killed two brothers, but you have to die!" The murderer was talking to himself.

After a while, a black shadow could be seen walking forward. In one hand was a crescent moon blade, while in the other, there were two round objects …

Lee Hengfang saw a black silhouette moving ahead of him. It was like an iron tower with a horn growing out of the top of its head.

"It seems to be the heroic knot on the Yi People. This Nanzhao Nation should be the world of the Yi people!" While thinking, Lee Hengfang and the Taoist carefully walked past the two corpses whose heads had just been cut off, and followed closely behind the Yi People leader.

The mountain roads snaked by, intersecting with many other paths before gradually becoming wider.

After several turns, a row of torches and a squadron of cavalrymen appeared in front of them. The torches illuminated the completely black red faces. The black cloak, the heroic knot, and the uniform set of General Yi People clothing.

"Director Yang, my mission to escort the King's Undead has been completed!"

"Oh, come over here. I want to see your two subordinates' bodies!" The one who spoke was a burly man in the middle of the cavalry, his face full of beard and his killing intent.

The Yi People leader who had killed many people on the way walked towards the burly man who was called Director Yang, and held up his two bloody heads.

Director Yang squinted, but didn't look at the head. Instead, he flipped over the heroic knot on the leader's head, and grabbed his loose hair, lifting it high up in the air.

Before Lee Hengfang could figure out what was going on, he saw one of the high-ranking officer on the side throw a torch with his left hand towards the person and wave the broadsword with both of his hands.

The white light streaked past, and with a kacha sound, red blood gushed out, killing the two men who were under him until their heads were separated from their bodies.

He slowly tilted his body to the side and fell down. The head in his hand hit the ground with two loud bangs.

The steward surnamed Yang raised the head in his hands and chuckled.

The head that had just been chopped off, Yuanyuan's eyes bulged, her face was clouded, and she was thrown into the grass far away from the human world. Lee Hengfang, who witnessed everything with his own eyes, felt a huge explosion in his head.

For a moment the man who had killed the man rode away, his horse's hooves clanging in the moonlight, and soon all he could see was the sparks running in the distance.

The east began to turn white.

Daoist Everlasting shook the dust on his left hand and formed a hand seal with his right.

The ghost fire that was coming from afar quickly dispersed, and two headless corpses jumped on the way here. The corpse that had just fallen down also stood up, and the three heads found its body, jumped, returned, and closed up.

The three corpses kneeled in a row in front of Daoist Everlasting and Lee Hengfang and started talking.

Daoist Everlasting asked, and the three heads answered.

"Who are you people?"

"Return …" Reporting to Dao leader, the imperial bodyguard of the Nanzhao! "

"What are you doing?"

"Protect the undead of King Shun Huazhen secretly and place them in the Mount Wei!"

The Undead of Shun Huazhen, the last emperor of Nanzhao? Lee Hengfang was shocked.

"Who was the one who killed you?" Daoist Everlasting continued to ask the leader kneeling in the middle.

"Prime Minister Prefect Yang Deng!"

"Which Prime Minister is Zheng Maisi?"

Zheng Maisi, the one said in the history books that you are the first one to get up and start an attack, the one who ended the treacherous official of the Kingdom of Nanzhao? Lee Hengfang thought again.

After waiting for the three corpses to nod in affirmation, Daoist Everlasting raised his whisk and a cloud of dust rose up. Nothing was in front of Lee Hengfang's eyes; there were three new graves on the roadside.

The birds began to cry, and it was broad daylight, and the sun was coming out of the mountains, blushing.