Turbulent Times Chapter 234: Puppet ghost
The roar of the beast just now was made by Mao Mao of the lynx. Before everyone was trapped in the valley, Wang Junlin considered the huge difference in the strength of the two sides, especially the attack method of arrow rain. Send it out and let it go to the nearby forest.
Although it was night and in the mountains and forests, the blood-maned horses were still walking on flat ground. One man and one horse ran for more than a mile in one breath following the sound made by Maomao before, and Niu Jinda was thrown away without a trace. Jun Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and at the same time the blood-maned horse neighed, stopped abruptly, and raised its front hooves high.
A figure appeared out of nowhere in front of them, like a ghost, Wang Junlin and the blood-maned horse couldn't see clearly how this figure appeared.
"The blood-maned horse is a demon horse in the legends of the Western Regions. It is indeed extraordinary, but no one has ever been able to surrender it. It is indeed extraordinary that Qin Anhou was able to subdue this horse." The black shadow looked at each person and horse, suddenly He said, his voice was hoarse, but it had a special charm, which felt strange to Wang Junlin's ears.
Wang Junlin couldn't see this person's face clearly, and he couldn't even see whether his lips were open when he spoke, but he could tell from his voice that this person was very old. Judging from his figure, he looked very thin. What he wanted was that he couldn't feel the slightest breath of a living person from this person, which made people feel a little inexplicably frightened. Wang Junlin stared at the figure, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? Where is the lynx now?"
The figure said: "Xiangzi Shimoda is a great Mohist..."
Not waiting for the man to finish speaking, Wang Junlin suddenly unsheathed the Longque Saber, jumped up from the back of the blood-maned horse, and slashed at the figure like a thunderbolt with all his strength.
With a sound of stabbing, the figure was cut in half by the Dragon Sparrow Knife, but no blood or internal organs flowed out, only a piece of flake came out of it and fell to the ground.
Wang Junlin was not in a hurry to touch the sheet, but searched the surrounding dense forest as quickly as possible, but did not see any expected figure.
Going back to the original place, he carefully observed the "figure" that had been split in half by himself, and found that it was a hollow puppet in human clothes. He found two leaves for a cushion and picked up the piece, and found that it was an invitation card. . The invitation is made of ordinary paper, but the words on it are simple and vigorous. It can be seen that this is the owner's handwriting. There is a sentence written on it: Tomorrow at a quarter of noon, see you at Huangtaipo, ten miles west of here.
Wang Junlin sneered, memorized the above content, and then rubbed the invitation card casually, and it turned into fly ash.
"Absolutely no one can hide from the eyes and ears of the blood-maned horse and me without being discovered within ten steps." Wang Junlin muttered to himself, he really couldn't figure out where the voice that spoke to him just now came from .
After thinking for a while, Wang Junlin squatted down and began to study the puppet he had split in half. Soon he found that the puppet's feet were half buried in the ground. The soil was dug up, and a finger-thick, silver rope of unknown material was found connected to the sole of one of the puppet's feet.
"I'm copying! A wired amplifier!" Wang Junlin's expression at this time is really wonderful. Although it is only the simplest kind of sound transmission using a special material rope, it should not appear in this era. Is something good! He even doubted whether the era he traveled through was the ancient Sui Dynasty.
He started digging along the silver rope, and dug a full 20 steps to the west before reaching the end. There were obvious traces of being stepped on here, but there was no one at this time, only one limb was tied, and the mouth was also tied. The blocked lynx Maomao looked at Wang Junlin with an aggrieved expression. This end of the rope apparently had something else that could gather sound, but it was empty at this time. Wang Junlin untied the rope from Maomao's body in twos and twos. This guy was obviously frightened just now, rubbing his head against Wang Junlin's leg, and screaming.
Until this time, Niu Jinda still did not appear, and Wang Junlin felt a little uncomfortable. He quickly put away the silver rope and the puppet that had been split in half, and rode a blood-maned horse with lynx hair. Backtrack. When he first entered the forest, he found Niu Jinda's war horse and Niu Jinda's knife, but Niu Jinda was gone.
Niu Jinda is a master in the stagnation period, and not only has rich experience in fighting, but also is extremely brave. Even if Wang Junlin wants to capture or kill him alive, he must use at least ten moves with all his strength, unless it is possible to sneak attack Control the enemy with one move.
Wang Junlin searched in the mountains for half an hour, but finally failed to find Niu Jinda, so he had to ride a blood-maned horse and bring Mao Mao back to the small valley where they camped at the beginning.
At this time, Zhanpeng and Yuzimo have led the people to resettle, the wounded have completed the basic treatment, and the bodies of the guards who died in battle have also been found, neatly put together, and the security is arranged. Get into the tent to rest.
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Huangtai Slope is actually not a slope, but a flat and wide flat land. The autumn wind blows, but there are no fallen leaves, because there is not even a tree in the field.
But overnight, this place suddenly changed, a palace appeared out of thin air, a palace covering an area of two or three acres, made purely of a kind of pitch black wood.
The villagers who just passed by here the day before to cut firewood in the nearby mountains thought they had gone to the wrong place when they arrived here in the morning.
At noon, the passing villagers were even more surprised, and couldn't believe their eyes.
The open ground was suddenly covered with red felt, and exquisite wooden tables and chairs were placed inside and outside the palace.
The tables in the main hall have been set with pure gold and silver wine utensils.
Then came a wide and large car, and a middle-aged man with a slightly protruding belly stepped out of the car. It's greasy.
If someone has ever been to the back kitchen of Chunnvlou, which has the best food in the Sui capital, they will find that this middle-aged fat man is Liu Yixiang, the chef of Chunnvlou.
After Liu Yixiang, another group of people came. There were soft horse incense chariots coming, and four maids stepped out of the chariots.
These four maids are all stunning beauties, each with their own special demeanor and their unique charm.
The last ones to arrive were, of course, Wang Junlin and the Bloodmane Horse.
Wang Junlin was a guest, so when he came, everything was naturally ready.
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Wang Junlin couldn't help being surprised when he saw Mo Jiuhan standing at the gate of the black palace on the blood-maned horse from a distance, supporting an old man with white beard and hair. surprise him.
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