"Ha! Just in time!" The heroic woman laughed wildly, swinging a long whip so tightly that the man next to her had to step aside.
Suddenly, all the bandits surrounded the heroic woman, and the man in blue looked a little lonely.
He was not in a hurry and sat on the horse's back, watching leisurely.
Soon, all the bandits surrounding the heroic woman were swept away. Each of them was hit by three or two whips, with their skin torn and flesh exposed, and they screamed in pain.
The heroic woman smiled contemptuously, flicked the whip, and was about to kill them one by one.
"Junior sister, wait a minute——"
The man in blue quickly stopped him.
"What?" The heroic woman glanced at him, "You want to plead for such a rotten person?"
The man in blue smiled helplessly, looked at her lovingly and said, "Junior sister, these bandits are just poor people who can't make a living. If they really had no other options, they wouldn't become bandits. It's just the way the world is..."
"Yes, yes, please forgive us, fairy."
"We are the ones who didn't recognize the real master and offended the fairy. Please forgive us!"
"Fairy, I have young children and an old mother to take care of at home. If it weren't for... if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't make ends meet, I wouldn't be doing this kind of business!"
The bandits who were lying on the ground groaning and moaning saw this opportunity and quickly begged for mercy.
The heroic woman looked at the bandits with a half-smile and said, "I see they are all as strong as bulls, and they don't look like they can't survive. If I let them go out of kindness, I don't know how many people they will harm. Would I be considered as aiding and abetting the evil? It's better to kill them all now!"
After saying that, he shook the whip in his hand twice. Somehow, the tail of the whip only lightly touched the two bandits, and the two men died in the blink of an eye.
Under the corpse, without anyone noticing, something quietly emerged from the ground and pierced into the corpse.
"Junior sister..." The man in blue was hesitant to speak, with a helpless and tolerant look on his face. Finally, he sighed and advised: "Junior sister, you are too violent. Master has instructed..."
"Alright, alright!" The heroic woman waved her hands, impatient to hear him continue. "Just don't kill me, let's go."
The bandits breathed a sigh of relief as the heroic woman squeezed the horse's belly and was about to leave.
But she suddenly turned around, and the long whip made a "snapping" sound in the air.
The tail of the whip brushed against the bandit leader's cheek, causing half of his face to swell up immediately, with sticky blood flowing out and causing a burning pain.
The bandit leader never expected that she would suddenly attack him. He cried out in pain and was extremely angry, but he did not dare to speak or curse. He just stared at the heroic woman with uncontrollable resentment in his eyes.
When the heroic woman saw this, she just laughed up to the sky, and then scolded: "What are you looking at? If you look again, I will dig your eyes out!"
The bandit leader believed what she said was true, and was angry and afraid, so he lowered his head and dared not look at her again.
"Gee!" He was dressed in bright clothes and rode away on a furious horse.
The man in blue followed closely behind.
"Pah!" The bandit leader wiped the blood that flowed to his chin and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.
The rest of the bandits gathered around.
"That damn bitch is too arrogant. Boss, should we..." One of the bandits covered his wound, quite indignant.
The bandit leader said nothing, just turned his head and stared at him.
Half of his face was covered in blood, with blood constantly flowing out, and even the eyes on that half of his face were scarlet.
The bandit felt a chill in his heart when he heard this.
"What do you want?" asked the bandit leader, his eyes gloomy.
“No, no… nothing…” The bandit spoke stutteringly and backed away repeatedly.
The bandit leader looked at him steadily, ignored him, turned around and went back to the stronghold.
The bandit leader's instep seemed to be caught on something, and he staggered and fell face down on the ground.
The other bandits wanted to help but didn't dare to, so they turned their backs and pretended not to see anything.
The bandit leader got up silently, his half bloody face covered with grass and dirt, his mouth twitching in pain. He looked around the place and found nothing, so he had to put on a stern face and lead his men to carry their companions' bodies back to the village.
Where the bandit leader fell, the willow trees quietly pulled their roots away.
One thousand meters.
After digesting the blood of the two corpses, Yangliu's underground roots were already one thousand meters away from the village.
Four kilometers left.
It's hard to make any further progress.
A wild boar broke into the range of the roots, and after blocking and intercepting it and damaging more than a dozen roots, Yangliu finally killed it, but he did not rush into the roots to absorb blood.
He cut the wild boar carcass into several pieces and placed them in different places.
Before long, some carnivores were attracted.
Yang Liu tried to hunt them again, but a few escaped because they were not fast enough and did not have enough roots.
The same method was used again, but the effect was not great. This was just the outskirts of the mountain, not a mountain rich in resources, and there were not many carnivores.
Growth has once again reached a deadlock.
That night, Yang Liu looked at the moon above his head, trying to absorb some essence of the sun and the moon.
Since ancient times, the legends of fairies and ghosts all require absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon to practice, but Yang Liu tried day and night, and from autumn to winter, he felt nothing.
There has been no movement from the bandits for a long time.
Yang Liu was a little anxious.
Unless the bandits came to seek death on their own, Yang Liu could do nothing in the short term. But would the bandits come to seek death on their own? Yang Liu was unable to deal with a large number of bandits at present.
Originally, Yang Liu felt that the time to achieve his goal was far away, so he could only try his best to suppress his anxiety and impatience and wait for the opportunity.
Until one day...
The roots sensed a bandit sneaking down the mountain...Yang Liu knew that his chance had come.
The bandit looked around as he walked, his head lowered, holding a package in his hands, and gradually approached the range of willow roots.
Five hundred meters...
Four hundred meters...
Three hundred meters...
Two hundred meters...
One hundred meters...
The bandits stopped.
He looked around, as if looking for something.
The bandit's sight fell on a tree, which was a short jujube tree with sparse branches and leaves. He walked over, put the bag in his hand aside, took out a dagger from his arms, and started digging the soil at the roots of the tree.
At this time, there is still one meter distance from the willow roots.
We can't take action yet. If we do so now, unless the bandits are paralyzed with fear, there is an 80% chance that they will escape. We must get closer.
Yang Liu kept his composure, waiting for what might be the only opportunity in these few months.
The bandits dug a pit quickly, put the bag of things into the pit, buried it, covered it with soil, and compacted it. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the jujube tree to rest.
"Swish——" The grass not far away was shaking, and there was some small animal moving under the grass, such as a rabbit.
The bandit just glanced and didn't move.
As if to tempt him, the grass swayed a few times, the rabbit ran a few steps, and then stopped.
Thinking of the braised rabbit meat and the excuse to hunt rabbits when he returned, the bandit stood up, slightly bent his body, gathered his strength on the spot, and pounced on the rabbit.
Caught!
The bandit felt something pressing on his chest and thought he had caught a rabbit. He maintained this posture and reached out to pick it up.
Unexpectedly, he touched nothing and just as he was wondering, his waist suddenly felt tight.
"Ahhh!" The bandit was entangled around the waist and dragged up quickly, screaming in panic.
Something thin and rough entangled his hands and feet, tied him up, and dragged him into a hole covered by grass.
The bandit ate countless dirt along the way in the cave, and his struggle only resulted in more dirt falling on his head and face. Finally, the thing that was dragging him stopped.
A tiny root pierced into the bandit's arm in panic, followed by the second, the third...
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"Where did Li Wu go? Why didn't I see him last night?" The bandit leader sat in the first seat with a dagger. Half of his face was covered with pits and scabbed scars, which made him look particularly terrifying with his gloomy eyes.
A bandit at the bottom stood up quickly and said in awe: "Boss, I live with him in the same room. I saw him go out at noon yesterday, and I haven't seen him at night."
"Do you know where he went?"
“I don’t know.”
"Has anyone seen Li Wu after noon?" The bandit leader glanced around with gloomy eyes.
“No.”
“Never.”
"I... I saw it. Li Wu left the village..." said a slightly thin bandit.
"Hmm?" The bandit leader looked over.
The skinny bandit seemed to be particularly afraid of him, and his voice trembled under his gaze.
"He said he wanted to go out for a walk and get some fresh air."
“I never saw him come back.”
The bandit leader hesitated for a moment, pointed at three people, and said: "You three go out and check the situation, find Li Wu, and bring him back."
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"Where did that kid Li Wu go?"
The three of them walked out of the village together, and someone asked on the way.
"Could he have gone to the building at the foot of the mountain... hehe..." the bandit laughed obscenely.
"The boss won't allow us to go down the mountain without permission, but he won't be so impatient."
"Anyway, he's done for. If the boss doesn't skin him alive, it'll be hard for us. Where can we find him?"
"Ah, yes..."
As the three of them talked, they kept walking and before they knew it, they were about to step into the range of the willow roots.
"What are we doing over there? It's in the middle of nowhere. How can Li Wu have any fun there? We might as well go straight down the mountain to find him." One of them stopped and said.
"Third brother is right."
"Wait, look, what is that?"
The other two people leaned over to look and saw a piece of cloth hanging half-hidden in the grass.
It was torn from clothes.
The three of them looked at each other, walked forward, and wanted to pick up the cloth to take a look.
"ah!"
Screams rang out one after another.
Silence returned to the surroundings.
The roots absorbed and grew faster and faster, and now they had grown two thousand five hundred meters, one step closer to the willow's current size.
The next day.
The willow roots could sense the occasional footsteps of people not far away.
The bandits searched the area for a day.
Naturally, nothing was found.
Yang Liu did not move his troops as the bandits were too scattered and most of them were out of the attack range.
Another day passed.
Yang Liu carried out two bandit corpses from the tree roots that he had hollowed out and placed them on the ground without any cover.
They were soon discovered by the bandits, who went forward to check and confirmed that they were two of the three people who were looking for Li Wu. They then hurried back to the stronghold to report to the bandit leader.
The bandit leader was shocked and angry. He brought seven of his men to the place where the body was found.
"Boss, the two of them died...it was so tragic..."
The two corpses were dark blue in color, and there were chilling black holes on their arms, thighs, and even faces, like several other corpses.
Not daring to think about it too much, the bandits felt secretly frightened.
I just saw this person yesterday. He was a living, breathing person with flesh and blood!
But today it looks like it has been dried by the wind.
"Could it be...could it be...some monster..."
A strong wind blew by.
Not far away, the willow branches, still as green as jade, were dancing in the wind.
All the bandits, including the leader, shuddered.
"That tree! That tree!!" one of the bandits suddenly pointed at Yang Liu and said in horror.
"What about that tree?" the bandit leader asked in a low voice, frowning.
"Now, it's winter!"
Once awakened, the bandit leader quickly understood the key point, his breathing stopped suddenly, and the fear in his heart was instantly magnified.
In winter, everything is silent, except for special plants, few things grow so green.
What's more, the green color is so enchanting.
The wind was blowing hard, and the branches of the willow trees were swaying in the wind, making a "woo-woo" sound.
Like ghosts howling.
The roots lurking underground could not wait any longer and broke out of the ground one after another as the bandits fled in fear.
They may strangle the mouth, nose, or neck, or tie the hands, feet, or waist, and then pull them down and drag them.
There was a noisy wailing and howling, but after a moment, it became quiet again.
They are luckier than the previous batch because they are still alive.
They are more unlucky than the previous group because they are still alive.
Willow did not kill them. It just absorbed half of their blood and tested its new function - using the roots that pierced into their bodies to inject willow essence to keep them alive.
The bandits were dazed due to excessive blood loss, but the willow essence kept them alive.
He felt hot and cold, and there were foreign objects among the many wounds on his body.
Extremely torturous.
The remaining bandits in the mountain stronghold were very quiet for several days.
Although we still don’t know what happened, the others who went out have never come back.
The bandits were like frightened quails, hiding in the mountain stronghold and refusing to move out.
There is no longer any trace of the former might and power of bullying the weak, raping, killing and plundering.
Yang Liu was not at all soft-hearted.
Of the original nineteen people, three are still inside.
Not all dead yet.
The bandits hid, but he couldn't wait.
It speeds up the absorption of blood to grow roots. Five days later, the roots will directly hit the village.
The few remaining bandits in the mountain stronghold gathered together, feeling anxious and restless.
Being uneasy means knowing that there are dangers outside.
What’s exciting is that at the critical moment of life and death, they were completely unaware of the situation and even gathered together to divide the treasure.
They even had a dispute over the uneven distribution of the spoils.
Seeing that the fight was getting intense and blood was about to be shed, Yang Liu stopped watching the show.
The roots drilled out of the ground, penetrated the foundation, and entangled the bandits' feet while they were terrified. A few stubborn bandits tried to cut off the roots with knives, but as soon as they cut off one root, more emerged from the ground. Soon the whole people were wrapped into cocoons by the roots and dragged back into the cave.
We can’t let them kill each other, they can die quickly with a few slashes.
More than a dozen bandits were hanging in a row in the dark cave, all of them were still alive, all of them were in excruciating pain, roots grew all over their bodies, their bodies were full of holes, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.
This situation lasted for a month, but Yang Liu didn't seem happy.
Apart from the initial joy of successful revenge, I only felt sadness afterwards.
Even if they were forced to die a hundred times to apologize, those they harmed would never come back to life.
But he would not let these bandits die easily, as that would be a relief for them.
Let them live as long as they can.
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On the mountain path, a young man dressed as a Taoist priest seemed to be walking with clouds.
He was leading a mule and walking leisurely beside the mule. He was dressed in a green shirt and a white jade Taoist hat on his head. He had a tall figure, fair skin, and a handsome appearance.
The young Taoist priest was strolling leisurely when he accidentally looked up and took a closer look, and his brows furrowed.
Pulling the mule, the young Taoist looked slightly gloomy and quickened his pace, no longer leisurely.
The wind is slow and the sun is late, with trailing smoke brushing the water.
All the hatreds are caused by the short and long branches.
Willows grow in the wilderness, bright green, as if they are the best color in the world.
But in the eyes of the young Taoist priest, this tree was covered in black smoke, filled with resentment, and exuded a strong bloody aura.
I don’t know how many lives have been lost!
The young Taoist priest drew out the three-foot-long sword from his waist, pointed the tip of the sword directly at the willow tree, and shouted: "Evil tree, how dare you harm people here!"
The willow ignored it and acted like an ordinary tree.
The young Taoist priest stepped forward with his sword in hand and stabbed Yang Liu with the sharp sword.
The slender green willow branches fluttered towards him, and the young Taoist regarded them as a ferocious beast. He changed his sword moves and swung his sword to chop the willow branches.
The sword was extremely sharp and gleaming with cold light. With just one touch, the willow branch broke into two.
Yang Liu paused, knowing that he was no match for him. Although the willow branch that was cut into two pieces was nothing special, all of Yang Liu's tricks were like these ordinary willow branches and roots, which the young Taoist could easily break.
On the ground, countless willow branches kept blocking the young Taoist priest from attacking, but were cut off one by one by the young Taoist priest. Under the ground, in the cave where the bandits were placed, the amount of willow essence injected into the roots suddenly increased, and the bandits woke up briefly.
Willow roots stretched out and quietly climbed up the bandits' necks. As the bandits screamed like kittens, the roots slowly tightened little by little.
The bandits were like thirsty fish, staring with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open in vain. They died one by one while experiencing death while being conscious.
The young Taoist priest didn't know that the willow tree in front of him had killed more than a dozen people while fighting with him. He only saw that the willow tree seemed to have suddenly lost its spirituality, its color became dull, its branches no longer danced without wind, and roots no longer suddenly emerged from the ground to bind their legs and feet.
The resentment that enveloped the entire willow tree suddenly dissipated.
Yang Liu was born as a demon because of the resentment of more than twenty people buried underground. After killing all the bandits, it was as if her wish had been fulfilled. The resentment dissipated, and the souls that died with resentment underground were appeased. They dispersed one after another, and no one knew where they went. Perhaps they were reincarnated.
Yang Liu suddenly felt blessed and felt these souls, so he dispersed his cultivation and helped them.
Without any cultivation and without any resentment, Yang Liu could no longer move.
Although the young Taoist was confused, he did not want to delve into it. Plant monsters were the most difficult to kill. As long as they were kept with a little root and some nutrients, they could come back to life.
Without thinking any more, the young Taoist picked up his sword and used it as an axe, chopping and slashing at the thick trunk of the willow tree.
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The lights are on and the night is still long.
The room was silent.
Luo Zheyu slowly opened his eyes, leaned against the head of the bed, and remained silent for a long time.
"hehe……"
After a while, he seemed to have figured something out, stroked his forehead and chuckled.
The author has something to say: This chapter's poems are quoted from "Liu" by Cui Lu
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