Standing on the top of Jigongling, Molo looked at the rows of dense, messy shacks and nests in the distance, and couldn't help but laugh. He finally found Wuling's place to stay. It was not easy to find people in this mountain. Fortunately, Molo is very familiar with this mountain, and there is a possible place to stay, almost in his heart. After losing a few places, he finally found the person he was going to find.

He was very pleased that it seemed that Wu Ling's troops had not yet dispersed and could insist on gathering this troops together without food. He had to say that he was a talent.

Thinking of this, Mo Luo finally regretted it. It was a pity that Wu Xin. If he had not alienated him and suspected him, and had intensified conflicts with him again and again, throwing him in Yinshan and not allowing him to return to Changyang County, or Wu Xin would not have died and would not have fallen into such a field.

But there is no regret medicine in this world. If I could do it again, Molo believes that he will be able to be honest with Wu Xin and truly regard him as a brother.

With a slight pace, he ran quickly towards the foot of the mountain. For him, time is life. He wanted to find Wu Ling and persuade him to act with him.

The trees were densely covered with forests, and Molo was nimble and moved through them. His burly body and body were very disharmonious but perfectly reflected in his body. He passed through the snow, and his snow was not alarmed. He crossed the ridge of the tree and his leaves remained motionless.

The figure that seemed to be slow and steady suddenly stopped, and its huge body floated up. It fell on the canopy of a big tree, and it was stuck to the thick snow on the canopy, and there was no snowflake falling.

In front of us, heavy footsteps and voices came.

A moment later, four people appeared in front of Molo with a body. They had common characteristics, with ragged clothes, one of them even had a circle of thatched, with thin bones, small face and large eyes, and prominent bones. If they saw it at night, they would definitely regard it as a walking skeleton rack.

"Just here, I can't walk anymore." A skeleton gasped.

"Just here, no one can see it." Another said.

"Okay, then here." One of them seemed to be the leader. After he spoke, the four of them placed the carriage on the snow. After they arranged it, the four of them lined up and knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the corpse, and muttered something in their mouths.

Molo opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene. They should be all Wu Ling's soldiers. From their ragged clothes, they could tell that this was the uniform of the Shuntian Army.

I just happened to understand the current morale of Wu Ling's troops. But what did they put this dead guy here for? Could it be that they would not dig a hole and bury him? Moro was a little surprised. They probably wanted to be lazy and let their companions' bodies be here.

Just as he was thinking, the skeleton rack in the leader had already stood up and waved his hand: "Okay, we have done our best to do our best to start construction!"

The three of them responded, and stepped forward and began to strip the clothes on the person's body. The clothes were torn, but they seemed extremely careful, afraid that they would tear them even more if they were not careful. In a moment, the deceased was stripped of red sperm. Looking at the body of the deceased, Moro was secretly frightened, as if he was too thin to be human.

What shocked him even more was that the three of them pulled out the knife from their waists. With a quick knife, they cut off the dead man's head. The skeleton rack in the lead came over, held up his head with both hands and put it aside, stuck a few grass sticks in front of his head, and then put them in his hands to bow. Behind him, the other three were already using their swords as if they were flying, and in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood separated.

Molo, who was above the tree canopy, was completely shocked by this scene. He covered his mouth tightly, for fear that he would vomit it out. Seeing this scene, how could he not understand what these people were doing?

They want to eat people!

Looking at the three of them being so skillful about separating their flesh and blood, I don’t know how many times they have repeated this set of movements.

Molo just deflected his head for a moment, and when he turned around, the human flesh on the ground had been stored in a bag, and only a head and a clean skeleton were left on the ground.

The big man's bone marrow frame was digging the snow at this time, throwing his head and bone frames into the snow pit one by one.

"Brother, I don't have the strength, so I can only do this." He pushed the snow on one side into the pit and buried all of them.

Molo's eyes were a little frozen. Looking at the snow under his feet, another picture appeared in his mind. When the snow melted next spring, the snow would probably be full of bones.

He could no longer help but jumped down from the canopy and stopped the four of them.

After several choking sounds, the reactions of the four skeletons were extremely sharp. The Molo people were still in mid-air, and all four knives were unsheathed. The four of them stood in a row, looking vigilantly at the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared.

"King!" The skeleton in the head saw Molo's face full of horror. After a while, he shouted these two words.

King, they once called a person like this, but later, they became enemies with him.

"You, you actually eat your companion's body?" Molo's voice trembled a little, pointed at each other and said sternly.

With a snap, the bag in the small skeleton rack fell to the ground, and the scattered pieces of meat inside fell to the ground.

After a moment of shock, the skeleton squatted down, carefully picked up the scattered pieces of meat into the bag, straightened up, and looked at Moro: "King, you are in Baoqing, you have eaten well and lived well, but we can only live like wild animals, and don't eat people, what should we eat? Now, eating them, when I die, will naturally enter someone else's stomach."

His eyes were blazing with a faint green light, looking at Moro, full of disgust. If this guy hadn't killed General Wu, how could they have fallen to this point? This person they once admired sincerely has now become the person they most hated.

"Where is Wu Ling? He also knows that you eat human flesh, or is this what he ordered?" Moro asked.

"General Wu has never given such an order, but he also knows what's going on." The big skeleton said lightly: "But so what?"

"Take me to meet Wuling!" Mo Luo said sternly, and it could be seen that this big skeleton stance has a great status in the army.

Hearing Molo say this, the big skeleton showed a vigilant look in his eyes. Molo is a master at the peak of level nine. Now he is their enemy. Will there be any good things if he wants to see General Wu Ling?

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill him." Molo sighed. "My Me, Mo, always speaks one is one, two is two."

The big skeleton sneered: "The king also said that he was even more close to General Wu Xin than his own brothers, so he killed him the same way."

"I didn't kill Wu Xin." Mo Luo said sternly, but shook his head again: "Forget it, I can't tell you clearly. If you don't take it away, can I find Wu Ling?"

He turned around and wanted to leave, but the big skeleton cried out: "Wait a minute! I'll take you there."

The big skeleton was in front of Molo, and the other three were behind Molo. They did not leave the human bag in their hands. As they walked, a guy behind the back of a tree as soon as he turned around, shouted: "You go first, I want to urinate!"

Moro sneered. He naturally didn't care about such small actions, either, or wanted to take a shortcut to report the news. The big skeleton in front of him would undoubtedly take him to detour.

But what does this matter? He wanted to see Wu Ling, whether it was a separate Wu Ling or a group of troops, he was about to see how binding Wu Ling had to this point and how much binding it had on the army. This had a great impact on his subsequent military operations. If Wu Ling could no longer control the army, it would probably be troublesome.

After leisurely following the big skeleton rack for a long journey, Moro really heard the rumbling sound of war drums coming from the foot of the mountain.

Molo couldn't help laughing.

The big man in front turned around and looked at Molo, but there was a trace of determination flashing in his eyes. It seemed that he thought Molo would definitely not forgive him easily, but Molo nodded at him, "No, not bad!"

The big skeleton is inexplicably illusory. What's good? Where is it good?

The sound of the war drums was that Wu Ling had received the message and was beating the drums and gathering troops, preparing to deal with him, but from another perspective, this was still an army. He did not completely lose control, which also showed that Wu Ling still had considerable control. At this point, he had such cohesion, which Mo Luo felt even more regretful. Wu Xin's subordinates were indeed capable. Wu Ling was much more talented than Bao Hua, whom he valued.

Walking out of the dense forest, Molo saw at a glance that from the low nests and shacks, skinny people rushed out. They were running, hissing, and quickly began to gather under a military flag.

Under the military flag, there was a general with a helmet and armor. The man was naturally Wu Ling.

Molo stopped, and the big skeleton in front of him turned around and looked at him, took a step back, and then took another step back. But Molo didn't glance at him, but just stared at Wu Ling opposite him.

The big skeleton turned around, spread her long legs and began to run. The other two behind Molo also began to run. The shortest guy, even when he was running, was still holding the human flesh bag tightly.

Molo took a big step forward.
Chapter completed!