The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 149

Jinzhou City is located in the northern border of Zhongzhou, passing the Xixing Pass a hundred miles away is the area of ​​Oala.

Due to its geographical location, once Zhongzhou and Wala fought and the border gates were lost, Jinzhou City would be the first city gate to bear the brunt.

For thousands of years, there have been many heroes in Jinzhou City who wrote great hymns to resist foreign aggression with blood and tears.

More than ten years ago, when the Northern Oirats invaded the border again, Jinzhou City still stood out many brave men.

They are the Huo family, a well-known and important family in Jinzhou city.

Huo An, who was in power at the time, led the descendants of the Huo family and tried their best to cooperate with the border guards and righteous men from all corners of the country to keep the Oirat army's second charge outside the Xixing Pass, making it difficult to advance.

At that time, there were often folk songs sung in the streets and alleys of Jinzhou City, "Destroying the northern migratory locusts, the flames of war beat the northern pass, and the good son of the Naihuo family laughed everywhere."

However, the Huo family, who was originally mighty and mighty in the hearts of Jinzhou citizens, was rumored to be a traitor of the rebellious army who harbored evil intentions and harmed the alliance.

Although the people of Jinzhou at that time believed that the Huo family was framed by others, the stormy public opinion in the city eventually made the image of the famous family unsustainable.

Not long after the imperial court ordered the Huo family to be banned in Jinzhou City and not to interfere in any actions against foreign aggression, the Oirat migratory locust army broke through the Xixing Pass that made them hit the wall several times and made them laugh. He rushed into Jinzhou, went straight to the Huo family's mansion, and bloodbathed the Huo family's entire family. Although it was said that someone in the Huo family was in disaster for the rest of their lives, there was still no news after that, and it must have been unfortunate.

After three years of disasters in Zhongzhou, the remaining survivors of Jinzhou City recalled the past of the Huo family, and they couldn't help but feel suspicious. After sorting out their thoughts, they could feel the clues, and found that the Huo family was indeed a loyal soldier who was framed. Even more afraid of misfortune, everyone's feelings for the Huo family are deeply hidden in their hearts, and they dare not express it, and no one dares to avenge their grievances in front of the current court.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is blowing, but Jinzhou City is still standing. However, everything has changed.

After the catastrophe of foreign barbarians, a few Jinzhou people who escaped from the dead and missed their homeland returned to their hometown to repeat the old things, and the new Jinzhou city absorbed a lot of fresh blood and regained its former glory. Of course, most of these fresh blood came from the time of disaster. Thousands of miles away, other refugees who have lost their homes.

Today, more than ten years have passed since the barbarian rebellion, and Jinzhou is not as prosperous as it was at the time, especially Jinzhou City at night.

The night more than ten years ago was the night when blood flowed into rivers in Jinzhou City and mourning was everywhere.

The purgatory situation at that time still lingers in the memories of many old city residents, and the memories are passed on word of mouth from old to new. Jinzhou City at night has gradually become a forbidden place that ordinary people dare not touch.

It is rumored that in Jinzhou City at night, there are often ghosts parading the streets to claim their lives, so there are very few people haunting them.

Many families also hang red lanterns in front of their houses to drive away ghosts.

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In Jinzhou City, when it is ugly, there is no moonlit night.

Although it is summer, the night is still showing its due majesty, the breeze is blowing, wrapped in a trace of coolness, twisting goose bumps on people's skin.

In the streets, most of the shops and homes have closed their doors and windows, and the taverns and restaurants that have been operating late have also begun to close.

Ding, ding, dong, dong.

It was the sound of the wind blowing the lantern and knocking on the doorpost.

It was the sound of the footsteps of a few wandering souls walking on the street.

It was also the sound of the stone hitting the ground after they kicked it.

The sound was not loud, and it didn't sound too noisy to the ears of these drunks, but for some reason it was a little creepy.

Sometimes, drinking can strengthen one's courage, and when one gets drunk, one is not afraid of anything, but sometimes, when one is half-drunk and half-awake, it is easy to get flustered and frighten oneself.

The nighttime legend of Jinzhou City is so close to these five wandering drunkards at this time, but they have martial arts, how could they be frightened by rumors at will, but they couldn't help but relax and slow down their pace , to make the sound less and smaller.

The five of them put their shoulders on each other, took a step and swayed three times, from the road to the alley, from the light to the pitch-dark darkness, just because they didn't want to hear the annoying sound of the lantern knocking.

Beep, beep, beep.

The sound was very soft, coming from the front, like footsteps.

"Who!" A drunk suddenly exclaimed, he was the more sober among the five, and noticed something strange in the darkness ahead.

"Who...who, who." Another drunkard said nervously, his voice trembling a little, as if he was frightened by the companion beside him.

"Who~" Another long and vague voice came from the voice of the third alcoholic. Obviously, this person was already in a daze.

"The front seems to be weird, let's go back to the main road, at least there will be lanterns to illuminate, so you can rest assured." The first drunkard who spoke hastily said.

"Okay, let's go." Some of the rest of the people didn't hear clearly, and some felt a little guilty. Anyway, it was what the brothers said, so they can't be wrong, just follow along.

However, with a distance of more than ten feet, it took the five of them a cup of tea to move to the main road.

On the night of Xia Yue's dereliction of duty, the light from the lanterns hanging outside the doors of the shops on both sides seemed so peaceful and harmonious to them at this moment.

Beep, beep, beep.

It was that weird footsteps again.

This time, the sober alcoholic hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound, but saw that directly ahead, three feet away, there was an old man with a ricket at some point, holding a copper gong in his left hand and a gong hammer in his right, bowing his head. Slow down the street.

But a watchman.

when! --when!when!when!

The watchman rang the gong, and the crisp sound hit the heart, almost waking up the five drunks.

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of the fire and candles." The watchman raised his voice, as if he was deliberately speaking to the five passers-by.

After the sound of the gong, the five drunks had already sobered up a lot, and the loud and vicissitudes of voice of the watchman almost made them collapse.

Under the light, it can be seen that the sober alcoholic is a middle-aged man with a bat pattern engraved on his face. With the help of the watchman, he has completely sobered up, but there is a burst of anger in his heart. He was so frightened that his heart trembled, and he was about to speak up to reprimand the watchman, but unexpectedly the watchman spoke first.

"Life is impermanent, I advise you to walk well." The interval between this sentence and the previous sentence is only a moment.

The night was too quiet, so when the watchman said this, the five drunkards put it into their ears without saying a word.

When they got there, two more drunkards woke up and became angry.

"Hey, you stinky old man, what do you mean by that?" The long-haired man with a vertical scar on his face pointed at the watchman and cursed, and the same thick man with a beard went straight to the watchman. .

"Old man, old man is just a watchman." The watchman stopped, not daring to approach, took two steps back, and said in a low voice.

"Da Watch? Could it be that you are pretending to scare us? Also, what did you mean by your words just now?" the bat-man behind raised his voice and said coldly.

"I think you, old man, are getting impatient. You came out to bluff people in the middle of the night." The bearded man pushed the watchman and said angrily.

"Hey!" The watchman fell firmly to the ground, and the gong and hammer fell to the side.

At this time, the three people who fell behind had already walked up to the watchman.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, what on earth are you trying to do, old fellow? Don't force us to be rough!" The bat-man stared at the watchman, not daring to relax.

"Masters, this old man was wrong. This old man shouldn't have offended everyone. This old man is just a watchman." The watchman sat on the ground and patted his thigh, weeping.

The bat man didn't believe it, a coldness flashed in his eyes, he would rather kill the wrong than let it go, even if he threatened them at him, this old guy should die.

The bat-man winked at a thin man and a man with a big head, and the two grabbed the old man's hand and set him up.

I saw that the bat-man rolled up his already loose sleeves, revealing an extremely frightening right hand that was still haggard and blackened under the light.

"Or don't say it? Then today is your little old man's memorial day, so you know who I am!" The bat-man no longer intends to give the watchman a living, and now he is just announcing his death sentence.

"I know, I know, I know who you are!" the watchman cried out, twisting his body in panic under the restraint of the two.

"Oh hehe, let's hear it." Batman's hand hovered in mid-air, seeing the watchman's terrified look, he couldn't help laughing.

"You are the Earth Beast Star Ghost Bat Hand Longtu from Earth Shamen!" the watchman replied immediately.

"Hahaha, that's right, even if you still have some winks, you little old man, I will kill you tonight!" Longtu grinned grimly.

After the words fell, a gust of cold wind blew past, and everyone couldn't help shivering.

Long Tu's right hand, which had just been put down just now, was raised in midair again, and there was no more movement.

　The sky is dry and things are dry/beware of fire candles/life is long/I advise you to walk well. ——GAI "Heavenly Dry Things Dry"

　　

　

(End of this chapter)