It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 587

Drowsy, Cheng Dalei didn't know how long he had been asleep before waking up. After regaining consciousness in his head, he felt that his scalp was still numb, his upper eyelid and lower eyelid were fighting, and he was dazed for a long time before he opened his eyes.

I saw myself in a dark room with two fires lit, and the figures in front of me swayed back and forth.

Is this... the underworld? Cheng Dalei said loudly, as if he was tied to a pillar at the moment.

Bah! A voice suddenly shouted: Cheng Dalei, do you know what this place is?

Cheng Dalei had just woken up and had neither strength nor energy at this time. The surroundings were gloomy and gloomy.

Heaven has a way, you don't go, Huangquan has no door, you can cast yourself. The voice drank coldly: This is the Nether Huangquan, Cheng Dalei, your life is here.

Cheng Dalei's brain is still a little unclear, and his voice is far away from him, and he can't see it clearly. Just after the other party's voice landed, there was a sneer around him, like a ghost crying and wolf howling.

Am I really dead? After this thought popped up in his heart, Cheng Dalei didn't have much desire to survive, as if fallen leaves were returning to their roots, as it should have been.

Cheng Dalei, you did a lot of evil in your life. After you die, you should go to the eighteen layers of hell, dig your heart out and dig your lungs. You can't be supernatural forever. You can be convinced.

Cheng Dalei was agitated, it would be fine if he died, why should I suffer such torture for no reason?

That... I can probably be considered a good person, right?

Heh, you have killed countless people, and you are a first-class wicked person in the world. What kind of a good person are you. You have lived for more than 20 years, but you have done a good thing.

Why didn't this happen? When I was in Qingniu Mountain, I fought the Rong clan, and I saved countless people.

Hmph, thank you for having the courage to mention this. Did you block the Rong clan? Wasn't the Rong clan massacred and killed in the last flood, slaughtering 100,000 Rong clan. Now, 100,000 dead souls are waiting to be found. You do the math.

This……

Cheng Dalei was startled, if this is not a good thing, it seems that he has really done nothing good in his life. The chaos in Chang'an City, the bloodbath on the grasslands, the gathering of justice in Liangzhou, and the bloody battle in Bingzhou... In addition to this riot in Wanjuan Mountain, it seems that every time, blood flowed into rivers, killing no count.

The poison that Li Ru was able to obtain would not be a deadly poison, but after running around for so long and facing the crisis of life and death again and again, Cheng Dalei's nerves could not hold such a strong pressure.

He should have been seriously ill, and his mental state was not very good. He was stimulated by this sentence, and his will was even more depressed.

Suddenly he laughed for a while, and sighed in his mouth: It's good to die, it's good to die, it's good to die.

After speaking, his head drooped, and his body no longer had any strength.

A figure hurried over and said, What's wrong, what's wrong, he was scared to death?

Cheng Dalei raised his head in a daze, saw the person's appearance clearly, and his eyes were full of grief and anger.

It was you.

When Cheng Dalei woke up again, the environment was indeed much better. I can't say how extravagant it is, but at least there is a bed and a table, and there is a plump woman in front of her.

Cheng Dalei drank half a bowl of ginger soup, the heat poured into his stomach, and his spirit was much better. He glanced at each other angrily, not really wanting to pay attention to her.

Okay, okay, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm just joking with you. Look, look, I'm in a hurry. I'm too narrow-minded.

You made a good joke, you almost scared me.

The other party smiled with him: Are you hungry, why don't I ask the kitchen to warm you up another bowl of porridge?

Cheng Dalei asked, Stop joking, why are you here?

The other party also sighed: This is a long story.

This person is not the other one, it is the little white wolf of Qingniu Mountain. After the Battle of Qingniu Mountain, Cheng Dalei's men and horses were scattered into several groups. Cheng Dalei took the men to Liangzhou and gathered the old brothers together again. Gao Feihu took the old and weak women and children to Jiangnan, and now he is with everyone. There are also some people who live in various places. They will not do anything else. It is estimated that they are still the old line of thieves.

Little White Wolf is one of them. She has been reduced to the border between Qingzhou and Youzhou. She is still the king of the mountain, and now she is the head of Baima Mountain. She and Cheng Dalei had met once on the grassland, and counting, they hadn't seen each other for three or five years.

When the old friends meet, it is a sigh of relief to mention the past.

Cheng Dalei cheered up and said, What's the next step, go to Liangzhou with me?

Little White Wolf shook his head with a wry smile: I can't bear to part with my brothers.

Cheng Dalei knew that he was asking in vain. He is not without fame in the arena now. If Little White Wolf wanted to go to join him, he would have gone there long ago, so he didn't have to wait until today.

Although the life in Toad City is richer, he has been fighting wars all year round, not to mention the little white wolf, Cheng Dalei himself is tired enough.

The world is in chaos, and Qingzhou is not a paradise. There will still be wars in the future. There are also the Rong people who are eyeing the border, and they don't know what they are doing. This time I plan to go and see what they are busy with.

When the war starts, I will flee. I really can't rob a ship and flee overseas, and then come back when the world is at peace.

The little white wolf must have figured it out, Cheng Dalei's words are useless. He briefly asked about Little White Wolf's situation. There were not many people in the cottage, maybe two or three hundred brothers, but because they were easy to defend and difficult to attack, they had been safe in the past few years.

Cheng Dalei lived in Baima Mountain. He was seriously ill, and he was raised in bed for two or three days before he got out of bed. He was still weak, hugging his cloak in the corner, like a half-life tuberculosis ghost.

It was also at the place of the little white wolf, Cheng Dalei could relax and rest for a while, he planned to recharge his spirits, and then set off for the Rong clan.

The Rong tribe bordering Youzhou is the Beiman tribe. Cheng Dalei had actually fought against the other side, but he just didn't know what happened to the Beiman tribe.

Cheng Dalei leaned against the corner to take a nap, and the little white wolf came over with the soup cup and said, Come on, you eat more, I specially went to the mountain to hunt the game, you are not healthy, you should make up for it.

If you make up for it, it will cause a nosebleed. Cheng Dalei was a little speechless. Little White Wolf really took good care of him, but if he continued to take care of him like this, he would at least gain weight.

Halfway through, someone called the little white wolf away. This person is the second master of Baima Mountain, his name is Zhang Sanjin, he uses a steel fork, and he is considered to be the competent subordinate of Little White Wolf.

What's the matter, what are you calling me for? Little White Wolf was also at a loss.

Zhang Sanjin looked around vigilantly and saw that there was no one there, so he lowered his voice and said, Master, this person can't be kept?

What? Little White Wolf was startled.

Who in the world doesn't know this devil, leaving him here is to cause trouble.