Chapter 157

In November, Gu Yue had the meaning of spitting out the old and embracing the new. The ancients said that in November, Yin was born, and they wanted to change the old and take the new

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November is a very special month. Last time, Yan Liqiang's life was in this month. To be exact, on November 18 of this month, great changes suddenly came to an abrupt end. Therefore, in this month, Yan Liqiang will be more careful in his work. At the same time, the fire of revenge in his heart will be more prosperous.

At midnight on the evening of November 12, when it was freezing, Yan Liqiang had squatted in a bush behind the mountain in Wuyang village, endured the cold, opened his eyes, and stared at a cave in the valley 200 meters away from him. He had been squatting here for more than two hours.

The place where he is now is the random burial post in Pingxi city.

This place is the most frightening place in Pingxi city. Even when it comes to the sun in broad daylight, it gives people a gloomy feeling.

Because there are few people here, even people who cut firewood and herd cattle walk around here. Therefore, there are towering trees everywhere on the hillside and in the valley. The shade of the trees covers the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and the ground is particularly dark. It is overgrown with weeds, and a few human bones and skeletons are exposed from time to time in those miscellaneous grass.

When you come here from the official road in the west of Pingxi City, there is only a barely Accessible path. That path is just the way for those who send the dead to this random burial post. The way to send the dead does not pass through Wuyang village, because there is no way to climb the mountain from Wuyang village, and those who send the dead bypass Wuyang village, I came here from a small path beside the official road a few miles away.

On the path, there were ruts pressed out by wheelbarrows. All the dead people who came here were wrapped in straw mats, placed on wheelbarrows, and then pushed in.

There are rules to send the dead to the random burial post. Only at noon every day, when the Yang is the heaviest, can anyone dare to come here. After noon, this random burial post is a place where strangers are not allowed to enter. Especially at night, it is like a ghost land.

Tonight, the moonlight is also sparse, and the mass grave is dark. After midnight, a thin mist rises in the mass grave. Then, when the mist rises, a little green phosphorous fire floats from all parts of the mass grave, and the shadowy mist flows slightly with the air flow in the valley, Those phosphorous fires are also beating in the fog

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Liqiang could not help shivering. In the dark, he squeezed the Thunder Dragon gun in his hand, Then he touched the two rows of poisoned flying needles prepared at his waist. The cold and hard texture from the thunder fire dragon gun and flying needles calmed Yan Liqiang's bouncing heart.

Although it is not the first time to sneak here at night, Yan Liqiang still gets a little hairy when he looks at the random burial post in front of him at night.

What can give a person to overcome fear is only greater fear or hatred.

Yan Liqiang stayed here for the latter two reasons. From the day he settled in Wuyang village, he was waiting for the arrival of tonight.

At the moment, Yan Liqiang, dressed in a black night clothes, put on the mask of mountain breeze again, and added a scarf in addition to the mask, which is quietly hidden.

The abnormal and severe inspection at the gate of Pingxi city made the people of Pingxi City complain. Because the inspection process damaged the goods and property carried by many people out of the city, there have been many conflicts in recent days. Coupled with the deterioration of public security in the city, more and more Rangers from Ganzhou came to Pingxi city. The day before yesterday, on November 10, The sheriff's office had to order to lift the strict investigation on the goods out of the city. Therefore, Yan Liqiang could also hide the thunder fire dragon gun in an ox cart out of the city.

Originally, even if there was no thunder fire dragon gun, Yan Liqiang would fight hard tonight, but with the thunder fire dragon gun in hand, Yan Liqiang has stronger courage and stronger heart to kill the enemy.

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Yan Liqiang waited patiently. The time was approaching quarter past midnight, and the people he was waiting for had not yet arrived. However, there was a faint sound of hearing the cable in the grass next to him. Yan Liqiang turned his head, but found that at some time, an old rat about a foot old was coming out of the grass and approaching him.

The mice in the mass grave are definitely different from ordinary mice. Almost all the mice here grew up eating human flesh. In the dark, the huge mouse's eyes glowed green like a ghost fire, with two rows of sharp teeth on its long mouth. The whole mouse's head showed a strange reddish brown.

The mouse also found that Yan Liqiang seemed to be watching it, but it had great courage. Because Yan Liqiang didn't move, the mouse still fumbled towards Yan Liqiang.

There was a little movement in the forest in the distance. Yan Liqiang moved in his heart. A flying needle flew out of his fingers in an instant and silently disappeared into the mouse that was within three meters of him. At the moment when the flying needle entered the body, the mouse's body suddenly froze, and its life breath disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When the mouse's body was suddenly stiff, a man, like a night owl, stepped on the treetops of the big trees in the mass grave. When the mass grave was at its worst, he fell from the sky and fell into the valley below the mass grave. The man who came to this random burial post at night, with white hair, black clothes, blue eyes and evil and cold breath, was mo Leng who killed Yan Liqiang and Yan Dechang last time. This Mo Leng is a disciple of the Ye family in Ganzhou, and also the right-hand man of Ye Xiao's master, ye Tiancheng, the Sheriff of hepingxi. Seeing that ye Leng finally arrived, Yan Liqiang suddenly restrained his breathing and didn't move. He didn't even stare at Mo Leng's face for fear of being sensed by Mo Leng. Instead, he just narrowed his eyes and stared at Mo Leng's trunk below his neck from a weed hiding in it. Mo Leng is a first-class master of martial arts. He is cruel and ruthless. For Yan Liqiang, the realm of martial arts is still the peak he can't touch, so everything must be careful. Mo Leng, who came to the mass grave, looked around with sparkling eyes. When he found that there was no abnormality around, he walked into the cave not far away and entered the cave. After waiting for ten minutes, Yan Liqiang finally stood up from the invisible grass, came to the valley below, walked to the entrance of the cave, and followed in without hesitation for a second. It's cold outside and there are many ghost fires, but in this cave, it's even colder. In the cave, ghost fires are everywhere, and you can see a miserable green. On the ground of the cave, scattered dead bones can be seen almost everywhere. When you settle down, you will step on a bone. You're timid to see such a place, Can almost be scared to pee directly... The group of ghost fires became the natural lighting in the cave. Yan Liqiang's nine palace wind shadow fell silent and walked directly to the depths of the cave. After going 100 meters deep into the cave, Yan Liqiang suddenly slowed down. There is a natural pit in the deep of the cave, which is filled with the bones of the dead. This is the first place in Pingxi city to bury the homeless dead. Around the whole pit, there are ghost fires. Mo Leng sits cross legged on the side of the pit, closes his eyes, and puts his hands in a strange posture towards the pit full of bones of the dead, A little faint green breath floated out of the dead man's pit, gathered towards Mo Leng, and was inhaled into his mouth by Mo Leng... If Yan Liqiang hadn't seen too many things in his previous life, he wouldn't know that Mo Leng would come here every November, Absorb the Yin Qi from the dead people in this mass grave to practice an evil Dharma... This is the best chance to kill Mo Leng! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation