In the spring of the 316th year of Chengxia, demons were rampant in the world, wars broke out, and the dynasty was in decline. The people were miserable and had no means of survival. The world was so dangerous, but the pursuit of the path of Tianyan had never been cut off. There were still a steady stream of cultivators who tried to take risks in the chaotic world and explore the path to becoming an immortal.
At midnight, the tangled withered branches on the hills swayed in the cold night wind, like countless pairs of scorched, lonely hands trying to grasp something in the dead white moonlight. The wild grass on the ground, trembling like copper wire, was hiding a hundred or so miraculous and ferocious people.
"What a nice day." said the leader. His face was swollen and purple as if it had been soaked in water. Where the left eye socket should be, there was a smooth indentation, as if a charcoal portrait had been accidentally wiped off one side of the eyeball and skin. Such a mutilated face, set against his frightening expression of hostility, could really stop a child from crying at night.
The person next to him also responded in a low voice: "It's a very good day, suitable for surveillance."
The leader's appearance was ferocious enough, but unexpectedly, when the wind blew through the grass and the pale moonlight shone on the twenty or so men under him, each of them was missing arms and legs, noses and ears, like a terrifying picture of a hungry ghost. A closer look revealed that these were not acquired defects, but natural deformities that were born with them.
Xu Tianhu squinted his right eye and looked for a while, but couldn't see anything, so he ordered: "Sun Er, go and see if they have arrived. Don't keep everyone waiting for too long."
As the leader of the evil tiger cave, he always preferred to cross the river and destroy the bridge, slashing people from behind with a black knife, and his temperament was the most cold-blooded and insidious. However, since he was responsible for the dignity and benefits of the leader, he had to pretend to be submissive in front of the good men he chose.
The leader gave the order, and the scouts around him obeyed without hesitation. They immediately crouched down and sneaked under the big rock in front of them, looking out into the distance. They saw that the terrain here was very strange, with towering mountains on all sides and a sunken and dark center, which looked like a huge cenote, but there was nothing in the cenote. No one knew what created such a landscape.
Sun Er looked around. The mountains and forests in the distance were pitch black and he could not see anything. However, his eyes were clear and flawless, so he naturally took on the role of a spy.
"Boss, nothing..."
The spy turned back, and before he could finish his words, a black arrow shot from a distance like lightning, and accurately pierced Sun Er's back from a distance of hundreds of steps. There was a dull sound of "plop", and Sun Er fell to the ground without even a groan, and the purple hot blood soaked a large patch on his coarse linen clothes, and the bloody smell was pungent.
Xu Tianhu was shocked, and his men were also in an uproar. They heard a long and arrogant laugh from the front. In the dark forest, a group of people dressed in black and with gray scabbards flashed out. A burly wild man in front shouted, "It's been a long time since we last met, Master Xu. Zhang Chunfu from Pingshaling sends his regards to you!"
The world is dangerous, and mountain bandits are endless. They collude in the mountains and form a vicious force that even the government cannot suppress. There are four big mountain strongholds with many strong men in the more than 100 miles of Dongshanzhuang. Whether it is Xu Tianhu's Evil Tiger Cave or Zhang Chunfu's Pingshaling, they are all bandits who are rampant in the village and cause trouble to the local area.