Chapter 2: The Mountain Stronghold of Horrors (Part 1)

  Xiao Ziyang's movements were a bit rough, and the skull suddenly fell off from his neck, rolling down the slope to Li Hu's feet.

  Another escort who came with Li Hu saw the strange tooth marks on this skull and didn't stop grinding his teeth. At this time, seeing the skull rolling towards his feet, he couldn't help but exclaim and suddenly jumped back several feet.

  His cowardice earned him a glare from Li Hu.

  This escort is surnamed Geng, named Geng Fu. Escort Geng was born into a family of escorts, his martial arts skills were average, he was able to become an escort only because he had rich experience.

  He barely controlled his lower jaw, and his words were still not smooth. "Yang... Yangzi, I... I... we now... how... what to do?"

  Xiao Ziyang thought for a moment, then said: "You lead the convoy to rush through the night and try to get out of Taifu Mountain before dark tomorrow. I want to go up the mountain to see what's going on!"

  "Go away!... This person... this person is probably being... being..." At this point, a look of extreme fear appeared on Geng Biao's face.

  He dryly swallowed his saliva and trembled as he said, "This person was probably killed by a Xian Shi who practices evil methods! I once heard an old Jiang Hu say that he had seen a Xian Shi command a small ghost to kill someone, and in an instant, the small ghost could gnaw a living person clean, leaving only a pile of bones... just like...". As he said this, he glanced at the skull on the ground and quickly shifted his gaze away, "just like this person!"

  "Immortal Master!" Li Hu's face changed color in shock.

  In the Western Liangfang, countless legends about Xian Shi have been circulating. Some people say that Xian Shi can revive the dead and is a Bodhisattva who saves suffering and difficulties. Others say that Xian Shi drives out souls and controls ghosts, eats humans and digs out hearts, and is a terrifying devil.

  But whether good or evil, in these legends there is a common point, that is, the immortal masters are all infinitely powerful, extremely fierce, and absolutely not something that ordinary people can match. Even if it's a martial arts master who has practiced to the point of perfection, they are still no match for an immortal master.

  Xiao Ziyang's eyes narrowed slightly as he heard this, and after a moment, he said in a deep voice: "I must go take a look! You all go ahead!"

  Xiao Ziyang finished speaking and ignored the two escorts' shouts, following the footprints beside the skull into the mountain forest.

  "Hey... forget it, Old Geng, let's go!" Watching the receding back of Xiao Ziyang, Li Hu stomped his foot and turned to rush towards the vehicle team.

  Xiao Ziyang was bold and fearless from a young age, he had never known what fear was, even when surrounded by several times the number of mountain bandits, he had never been afraid, but instead felt excited!

  But today he was afraid! For the first time, he tasted the flavor of fear. This not only didn't make him retreat but instead stirred up his ferocity!

  Xiao Ziyang savored the fear in his heart as he darted through the dense forest like a whirlwind, agile and nimble like a leopard, without a single leaf touching his body.

  Xiao Ziyang followed the trail and walked through a mountain valley for more than two hours, seeing a stockade in the distance.

  This fake Xiao Ziyang is recognizable.

  Qinglong Village is a large mountain village on the Taifu Mountain Road, with hundreds of good men under the leadership of the village owner, Han Qi, the drought dragon king, operating the mountain village to prosperity.

  At this time of day, it was usually the time when brothers who went out to do business returned to the mountain, and the village would be exceptionally lively. But today, Qinglong Village was as quiet as a midnight cemetery.

  Xiao Ziyang slipped into the mountain stronghold from the rear wall in this silence.

  He walked a few steps forward and saw a skull, a pink skull that was exactly the same as the one beside the mountain path.

  Xiao Ziyang suppressed his fear and skirted around the skull, heading towards the inner camp.

  Skulls on the road are getting more and more, denser and denser.

  Finally, Xiao Ziyang skirted a wing room and arrived at the martial arts arena in the center of the mountain stronghold. Even with his extraordinary bravery, the scene before him was like that of a battlefield, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

  In the martial arts arena, dozens of pink skulls were scattered all over the ground! The postures of these people were bizarre and varied. Some grasped steel knives in their hands, mouths wide open as if wailing towards the sky; some hugged their heads with both hands, curled up on the ground with their buttocks raised high; others were embracing each other in a heap, even after turning into skulls they still didn't separate...

  Xiao Ziyang's fall to the ground was not loud, but in this silent and dead mountain stronghold, it was like a thunderclap!

  He rolled over and rushed into the open compartment beside him, but knocked down a skeleton kneeling by the bed, its head stuck in the bedding.

  Skulls fell to the ground, and another loud noise echoed far away.

  Xiao Ziyang sat back against the wall, panting rapidly. His eyes were fixed intently on the door, as if a malevolent spirit might burst out of it at any moment!

  In fact, Xiao Ziyang understood in his heart that the people in the village had been dead for more than half a day, and those who slaughtered the village were probably already far away.

  Before sneaking into the mountain stronghold, he observed for a long time on a hillside near the stronghold, and then made two rounds of reconnaissance around the stronghold. Only then did he dare to sneak in, but he still felt terrified!

  Leaning against the wall corner, after a while, Xiao Ziyang finally calmed down, and he suddenly burst out laughing. A moment later, his low chuckle turned into loud laughter, until he was gasping for breath.

  Maniacal laughter drifted through this mountain stronghold, filled with skulls and as silent as a midnight tomb, eerily bizarre.

  It took him a while for his laughter to gradually subside. He suddenly said in a low, menacing tone: "Damn it's too exciting!" The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

  Xiao Ziyang swaggered out of the mountain stronghold, but instead of chasing after the convoy, he sprinted towards Shuang Xiong Stronghold, which was closest to Qing Long Stronghold.

  Shuang Xiong Zhai was very familiar to Xiao Zi Yang. Two years ago, he had followed Lei Lao Biao Tou to Shuang Xiong Zhai to retrieve a batch of red goods. The two leaders of Shuang Xiong Zhai, Tai Fu Shuang Xiong, were his defeated subordinates.

  The Shuang Xiong stronghold is not large, with only about thirty people, far inferior to the Qing Long stronghold, but if we talk about its status in the green forest of Ganbei, the Shuang Xiong stronghold is actually above the Qing Long stronghold.

  On the Taifu Mountain Road, among more than a dozen mountain strongholds, if it's a one-on-one fight, only the master of Ben Lei stronghold, Ben Lei Hand Thunderclap, can defeat one of the Twin Bears of Taifu. However, if the Twin Bears join forces, there will be no one in the Taifu green forest who can match them.

  All thirty brothers in Shuang Xiong Zhai are fierce bandits who can take on ten men alone.

  Tai Fu Double Bears are twin brothers, the two brothers look rough but know how to be human and pay attention to the rules of Taoism. In those years, both brothers were defeated by Xiao Ziyang and immediately returned the goods to Jindao Biaoju without asking for ransom.

  Since then, Jin Dao Biao Ju has been walking on Tai Fu Shan Road and never met the people of Shuang Xiong Zhai again.

  Qinglong Village is not far from Shuangxiong Village in a straight line, only a dozen or so miles away, with only two large mountains in between.

  The mountain road was extremely difficult to walk, and when Xiao Ziyang arrived at Shuang Xiong Village, the sky had already darkened. Looking at the distant lights of Shuang Xiong Village, Xiao Ziyang's heart suddenly tightened up.