It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

It takes far longer to dig a hole and bury someone than to kill someone.

A full two hours passed.

With the joint efforts of Chu Xuan and others, more than a hundred people were finally dug into pits and buried in the soil.

After doing all this, Chu Xuan found a clean place on his clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This body is still too weak now.

Qi and blood are too low.

By now it's almost too much.

He originally wanted to kill Ji Qiu when he led the Qingniuzhai bandits to lay down their weapons and surrender.

But it was found that the energy and blood consumption was too large.

Under their resistance, there is no guarantee that everyone can be killed immediately and no fish will slip through the net.

So I had to act for a while.

And while these people were tying themselves up, they took the time to recover their energy and blood.

For these bandits who were observing etiquette, Chu Xuan actually felt ashamed when he killed them.

At that time, a villain with the same appearance as Chu Xuan appeared in his spiritual world.

It is the resurrected conscience Chu Xuan.

Just listen to the villain pointing at the wicked Chu Xuan opposite and saying.

"These bandits trust you so much. If you kill them like this, won't your conscience hurt?"

The wicked Chu Xuan looked stern.

"The pain of conscience is your business, not my conscience."

"Don't you know it's unlucky to kill prisoners?"

Conscience Chu Xuan continued to accuse.

"So, I should let them go, and then let these people spread the word about what I did, and be hunted down by everyone in the world before my strength is fully developed.

Where did you die in the end and have to start over?

Is this appropriate? "

"Not suitable."

Conscience Chu Xuan was speechless for a moment.

"Then what are you talking about?"

The wicked Chu Xuan took out his long sword and slashed the conscientious Chu Xuan to death.

Well, Chu Xuan has no conscience again.

So he doesn't feel guilty at all.

More than a hundred grave mounds look quite impressive.

The one at the front of all the graves.

It belongs to Uncle Mole, the master of Qingniu Village.

There was also a wooden sign erected next to it.

There is this line of words engraved on the wooden sign.

“The Menghu Village and the Qingniu Village fought here.

More than a hundred heroes of Qingniuzhai knew they were outnumbered and fought to the death without retreating, and they were all lost here.

We admire him very much and set up this plaque as a commemoration. "

"Hey, this battle can still be fought like this?"

Mang stared blankly at Chu Xuanli's sign and muttered to himself.

From beginning to end, all Chu Xuan's operations exceeded his expectations.

Until now, he still felt like he was dreaming.

"Compared with this, we looked like fools when we fought before."

The other people in Menghu Village were not angry when they heard this, but nodded.

It's like opening the door to a new world.

They originally came here with the idea of ​​repaying their kindness and the determination to die.

Unexpectedly, after a battle, except for one man who twisted his wrist while killing, not only did there not be any casualties, but more than a hundred enemies were killed!

The bandits felt that if someone said this without personal experience, then they would definitely wake him up by soaking in urine.

"Grandpa Gongsun."

After staring at the wooden sign for a while and finding that there was nothing wrong with it, Chu Xuan took the initiative to speak.

"Do you remember what I asked you before coming here?

There aren't many other copycat spies around. "

"No."

Gongsun Zhuo shook his head.

"I've been paying attention.

Moreover, this battle in Qingniu Village was not publicized with much fanfare.

80% of them feel that it is shameful to bully a small number. "

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help laughing.

“Most of the cottagers don’t know about this battle.

They won't even send anyone. "

"That's good. In that case, let's go back."

Chu Xuan nodded.

"Let's go."

"Children, pack your things and go back!"

Mang shouted and happily organized people to collect the valuables that had just been pulled from the corpse and took them away.

Looking at Chu Xuan's retreating back.

Gongsun Zhuo had complicated eyes and murmured to himself.

“I didn’t see it before.

I didn't expect this kid to be so smart and so terrifying.

If you get the chance, you will do great things in the future. "

The results this time were not unfruitful.

There are more than a hundred people, and even if some of the weapons are damaged in the battle, each of the remaining people will not be able to finish all ten of them.

Plus some copper coins pulled from the corpse, wearable clothes and the like.

The bandits carried and hugged him again and again before they managed to take away all the loot.

Even after taking so many things, no one complained that they were tired.

On the contrary, I was very happy.

Excess weapons can be taken to nearby villages to be exchanged for money and food.

Everyone can share the copper coins, and everyone can share some.

This is undoubtedly a great harvest for the bandits who have been poor for a long time.

A group of rough guys hummed a song that Chu Xuan couldn't recognize, and walked swaggering towards the Menghu Village.

Not far away, a line of small characters suddenly appeared in front of Chu Xuan's eyes.

[Congratulations to the player, your clone, the Chinese pastoral dog Rhubarb, tasted shit for the first time, opening the door to a new world! 】