"One, two, three, four, five...six?! They are all red ghosts."

At this time, the middle-aged man in gray robe felt a chill running down his spine. He whispered: "I originally felt that my little brother must be a member of the same group as the master of ghosts. I didn't expect that you can control so many powerful ones."

Ghost, you are so young, you are so amazing."

"Uncle, you don't need to praise me so much, right?" Guan Heng smiled slightly: "Since you are not here to help the Moudu tribe, we can't be called enemies for the time being. In Xiaguan Heng, I haven't asked my senior Gao for his name yet."

When he said this, Guan Heng clasped his fists and bowed his hands in salute, and secretly restrained the six ghosts, making them restrain their momentum and slowly shrink back behind him, thereby showing that there was no obvious hostility.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in gray robe could not help but nod secretly, admiring that although the other party was young and highly capable, he was not arrogant or impetuous and could be kind to others. He immediately smiled and replied: "So it's little brother Guan Heng, what's my name?

Because I feel ashamed of my ancestors, I gave up on it many years ago, so you can just call me 'Ginger'."

"It turns out to be Uncle Jiang." Guan Heng scratched his head at this moment and said: "Uncle Jiang, I heard what you just said is that you want to take advantage of the war between the two tribes in Songuo Mountain to let your ghosts feast on the corpses.

, is that right?”

"Yes, that's what I meant." The gray-robed man "Jiang" asked at this time: "What? Does Brother Guan want to stop me?"

"No, no, no, I don't mean that at all."

Guan Heng waved his hands and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, 'After a big army, there will be a big epidemic.' But after a large-scale fighting, there will definitely be countless corpses. If not dealt with in time, the rotting corpses will spread the disease."

, there will also be corpses everywhere causing trouble for the living, I think it is a good thing if you let the ghosts eat the excess corpses."

"Well, I've never heard such a thorough analysis..."

A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on the face of the gray-robed man "Jiang", and he said: "And in the past, I only thought of letting ghosts eat corpses, but I didn't realize the deeper meaning. Haha, little brother, you

You are very smart, I really admire you all the more."

Having said this, the man in gray robe cupped his fist at Guan Heng and said, "Then, I'll take my leave first."

Guan Heng saw that he was leaving, so he raised his voice and asked: "Hey, Uncle Jiang, don't you want to stay and watch the fun?"

"Hahaha, if the Weishui tribe has your help in this battle, they will definitely win. Such a simple ending has made me lose interest in watching the battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, "Jiang"'s figure had slowly disappeared on the forest path: "I won't show up until tomorrow to 'clean up' the corpses of those idiots in the Moudu tribe. Tell me and Chief Xu Fei.

Thank you for providing the corpse to entertain my ghost."

"Hey, hey, I have met more and more fellow ghost messengers recently." Guan Heng watched Jiang's back disappear, and then said to himself: "It's time for me to return to the Weishui tribe village.

.”

…

At the same time, Han Zheng, the leader of the Moudu tribe who led more than a thousand of his men to ambush around Songguo Mountain, heard bad news. Han Zheng sent people to the narrow channel of the canyon to retrieve the stolen armor.

I just came back to tell you that the cave where the soldiers were hidden completely collapsed and nothing could be taken out.

In addition, Han Zheng waited and waited, but did not see the spy lurking in the Weishui tribe's village lighting a torch and making a signal. Now he did not know whether Zhu Guo had dropped scorpion poison into the water source, and he was really worried.

"Chief, it seems that the allies of other small tribes have begun to withdraw." At this time, an elder carrying a giant blade came over and whispered: "There has been no signal from the mountain so far, otherwise, we will also withdraw. …”

"shut up!"

"Pah!" The furious Han Zheng waved his hand and gave the other party a slap in the face. He shouted hoarsely: "I have been waiting for ten years for the day to attack the Weishui tribe, and now you actually let me retreat?! Confused me! What do you want to do with your military spirit?"

"Qiang——" Han Zheng became angrier as he spoke. He suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist and swung it at the opponent: "You useless piece of trash, I'll kill you first to stabilize your heart!"

"Dang!" A heavy halberd suddenly came out of the diagonal thrust and caught Han Zheng's long sword. Another elder hurriedly tried to persuade him: "Clan Chief, please calm down. Elder Tang made a mistake. He has been loyal to you for many years, so please forgive him once. "

Elder Tang, who felt he had made a mistake, also quickly said: "Pardon me, Patriarch, forgive me, Patriarch, I will never dare to do this again."

"Bah, you loser. When the war starts later, I will let you rush forward first." Han Zheng spat on the ground and turned away angrily.

Elder Tang was holding back his anger at this time, and the veins on his forehead were popping. He thought to himself: "Han Zheng, you crazy dog, I will see how you can't die a good death!"

At this moment, a member of the Moudu tribe came striding from a distance. He shouted: "Report to the chief, on the mountain, there is a torch signal on the mountain -"

"Great!" Hearing this, Han Zheng was overjoyed. He immediately raised his sword and shouted to everyone behind him: "Come on - follow me to fight into the Weishui tribe. The more you kill, the more you kill. Stay! Kill, kill, kill—"

"Kill! Charge!" The Moudu tribe army, which had been holding back for half the night, finally found an outlet to vent their anger. They raised their weapons and howled towards the mountain.

…

At this moment, Guan Heng was with Xu Fei, the leader of the Weishui tribe. The two were chatting in the secret underground forging room of his house.

"Hey, I think I heard someone shouting kill from the bottom of the mountain." Guan Heng smiled and said to Xu Fei at this moment: "It seems that the torch signal sent by Zhu Ping really worked."

"Fortunately, Zhu Ping still has a trace of conscience and has not poisoned the water source in the village. Now he can help us lure those bastards from the Moudu tribe up the mountain. Hehe, now the other side will be in trouble."

Xu Fei touched his short beard under his chin and said immediately: "Hey, let's not talk about that. Brother Agou and my nephews have settled the above matters enough. I have to thank you for helping me this time." I got the key to open the copper box, otherwise I would have to smash the box if I want to see the bronze monument next time."

"Hehehe, you're welcome, it's just a matter of convenience."

Guan Heng said: "By the way, I heard the chief Fengpeng of the Bainan tribe say that you are best at forging boxes for placing various weapons. The Snow-like bow and arrows I have on me. The Hongyun Sword and Jumang Sword are just right. I need a 'Bronze Box for Bows and Swords', what do you think? Is Patriarch Xu willing to help?"

"Well..."
Chapter completed!