"One, two, three, four, five... six?! It's all red-gased ghosts."

The middle-aged man in gray robe felt a little chilling on his back at this time, and he whispered: "I originally felt that my little brother must be a fellow man who commanded ghosts. I really didn't expect that you could control so many powerful ghosts, young and amazing."

"Uncle, don't praise me like this, right?" Guan Heng smiled slightly: "Since you are not someone who came to help the Moudu tribe, we two cannot be called enemies for the time being. In Xiaguan Heng, we have not yet asked our senior's name Gao."

When he said this, Guan Heng held his fists and bowed, and secretly restrained the six ghosts, allowing them to restrain their momentum and slowly retracted their backs, thereby indicating that they had no obvious hostility.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in gray robe couldn't help but nodded secretly, admiring that although the other party was young and had high strength, he was not arrogant or impatient and could be kind to others. He immediately replied with a smile: "It turns out that it is Brother Guan Heng. My name is because I feel ashamed of my ancestors. I gave up many years ago. Just call me 'Jing'."

"So it's Uncle Jiang." Guan Heng scratched his head and said, "Uncle Jiang, I heard what you meant just now. He wanted to use the two tribes to make his ghosts have a full meal of corpses when the war between the two tribes started on Songguo Mountain. Is that right?"

"Yes, I'm just thinking." The man in gray robe "Jiang" asked back at this time: "What? Brother Guan wants to stop me?"

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

Guan Heng waved his hand and smiled, "As the saying goes, 'After a large army, there will be a big epidemic.' In any case, after a large-scale battle, countless corpses will definitely appear. If not dealt with in time, the corpse will rot and spread the disease, and there will also be corpses everywhere to cause harm to the living people. I think it is a good thing for you to let ghosts eat the excess corpses."

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

A glimmer of surprise suddenly appeared on the face of the gray 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 are very smart, I really admire you more and more."

Speaking of this, the man in gray robe clasped his fists at Guan Heng: "Then, I'll say goodbye first."

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

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

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of "Jiang" slowly disappeared on the small path in the forest: "It will be over tomorrow that I will appear to 'clean' the corpses of the idiots of the Mudu tribe, and say to me and the leader Xu Fei, thank him for providing the corpses to treat my ghost."

"Hehehe, the fellows of the Imperial Ghosts have encountered more and more 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 Mudu tribe who was ambushed around Songguo Mountain, heard bad news. Han Zheng sent the person who had been stolen from the narrow path of the canyon to get the stolen soldiers and armor. He had just returned and told that the cave where the soldiers and armor were hidden had completely collapsed and nothing could be taken out.

In addition, Han Zheng waited and saw no signal from inside the village of Weishui tribe lit torches. He didn't know whether Zhu Guo had thrown scorpion poison into the water source. He was so anxious.

"Clan leader, now the allies of other small tribes seem to have begun to withdraw." At this time, an elder carrying a giant blade came over next to him and whispered: "There is no signal coming from the mountain yet, otherwise we will retreat too..."

"shut up!"

"Bang!" Han Zheng, who was furious, shook his hand and slapped the other party. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "I have been waiting for the day of attacking the Weishui tribe for ten years. You actually asked me to retreat now?! What do you want to do to confuse my morale in the army?"

"Clang——" Han Zheng became more and more angry as he spoke. He suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist and waved it to the other party: "Useless waste, I will slaughter you to stabilize the hearts of the people first!"

"Damn!" A heavy halberd suddenly came from the slanting thorn to hold Han Zheng's long sword. Another elder hurriedly advised: "Clan leader calms down, Elder Tang is speechless for a moment. He has been loyal to you for many years. Please spare him once."

The elder Tang, who was consciously distorted, also quickly said: "The clan leader forgives his crimes, and the clan leader forgives his crimes, and his subordinates will never dare to do it again."

"Bah, trash, as soon as the war starts, I will let you rush up first." Han Zheng spat on the ground with a strong phlegm, turned his head away with anger.

The elder Tang was so angry that he was secretly holding his breath, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out, thinking in his heart: "Han Zheng, you mad dog, I just see why you won't die well!"

At this moment, a Mudu tribe tribe strode from a distance and shouted, "Report to the clan leader, signal to lit a torch on the mountain,"

"Great!" Han Zheng was overjoyed when he heard this. He immediately raised the sword in his hand and shouted to everyone behind him: "Chong——Fight with me to enter the Weishui tribe, kill more and give rewards, no one left! Kill and kill——”

"Kill! Fight!" The Moudu tribe army, who had been holding back all night, finally found the outlet for catharsis. They raised their weapons and howled and rushed up the mountain.

...

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

"Wow, I seem to hear someone shouting from the bottom of the mountain." Guan Heng smiled and said to Xu Fei, "It seems that the torch signal from Zhu Ping really works."

"Fortunately, Zhu Ping still has a trace of conscience and has not poisoned the water source in the village. Now we use help to lead the muddy groups of Mudu tribe up the mountain. Hehe, the other party is in trouble now."

Xu Fei touched the short beard under his jaw and then said, "Hey, let's not mention those things. Brother Agou and my nephews are enough to settle the matter above. I have to thank you. Thank you for taking back the key to open the copper box this time, otherwise, I would have to smash the box next time I want to see the bronze monument."

"Hahaha, you're welcome, something easy."

Guan Heng said, "By the way, I heard from the Fengpeng clan leader of the Bainan tribe that you are best at casting boxes for placing various weapons. My body is like a snow bow and arrow. The Hongyun Sword and Jumang Sword just need a 'Bow Sword Copper Case'. How about it? Is Chief Xu willing to help?"

"Well..."
Chapter completed!