Chapter 49 Ghost Bug

Extreme north, Geleyuan.

Gle was originally the northernmost grassland of the far north grassland, adjacent to the snowy mountains in the far north. It is also the coldest place on the far north grassland. Even in midsummer, the night is still with a heart-ppointing chill. It is also because the climate here is too bad that the owner of this grassland is the weakest king of the Kuma tribe in the far north. The herdsmen of Kuma are less than 400,000, which is not worth mentioning, whether it is force, financial or manpower. This is also the time when Huza Tatamu, the youngest son of the king of Tatamu Khan, offended the night stars and Princess Yumeng Erdun. Chi Nabu asked where the king of Tatamu Khan would die without asking. The strength on the grassland is the hard truth.

When King Tamu Khan learned that his son had offended the death of Princess Yumeng, his first reaction was not to feel sad about his son's death, but patted his chest and said with relief: "Fortunately, Chi Nasi and Azlan did not delve into it, otherwise the Kuma Department may be destroyed by the old Lion King, and even his own Khan king My life is not in order!" It's not that the department loves his son, but the Kuma department is really not worth mentioning. He doesn't have the strength to avenge his son.

And he was born with pleasure. He can't do such a laborious thing as leading a soldier to fight. What's more, Hu Zha is not the only son. If he dies, he will die. Hu Zha is spoiled and cause trouble for him. Even if he dies, he can be clean. After making a heavenly burial for Huza, King Tatham Khan was immersed in the night wine and meat happy brother to get rid of the deep and sad bereavement.

The herdsmen of Kuma live a hard life, but King Tatham Khan didn't care. In his words, "I have nearly 400,000 herdsmen in Kuma. Can't I afford to pay for a year?" Since King Khan has such thoughts, not to mention the nobles below are exploiting herdsmen to compare their luxurious and gorgeous lives. The pastoral life of Kuma Department is even worse.

Near September, the weather is getting colder and colder, as if the huge snowy mountains nearby seem to emit cold air that invades the marrow and bones. A golden full moon hung in the sky, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the clear grass of Geyuan, revealing the dark shadow of sand and stone below. Outside the tent of King Tatamu Khan, the two guard warriors wrapped their sheepskin robes and held their long guns in their arms, as if holding the cold iron gun rods tighter and warmer. Their dark and thin faces were trembling, their teeth were fighting, and they stamped their feet desperately. This is the end of August. It's so cold at night. Geleyuan is already north of the far north, and further north is the endless snowy mountains in the far north. It is said that crossing the snowy mountains is a vast ice sea - but this is just a legend that no one can cross the snowy mountains alive.

The August night of the rich firefield and Wusumuyuan is still warm and comfortable, and the crickets will sing freely. When you open the curtain of the tent and look out, fireflies will come in. The kind-hearted herdsmen did not rush. No matter what the little bugs flew, it would bring them a bit of light. The bugs were tired of flying and fell motionless in the corner. The kind hostess picked it up and let them out. And there will be a gentle wind with water vapor and grass fragrance outside the tent. Can such a comfortable ranch be compared with such a cold place as Kuma?

The two warriors trembled outside the tent. At this time, they wanted to take a beautiful sip of Baiyue drunken to warm up their bodies, but Baiyue drunkenness was something that only the nobles could enjoy, and they were not qualified to drink. But there were bursts of unbridled laughter from the tent behind him. The thick nasal sound of King Tatamu Khan was like a short-of-mouthed bull, and he was already drunk. "Come on, beauty, have another drink with me... Come on, drink it all, drink it all, good boy..." The woman's delicate voice from the tent can be seen in lustful**. In the eyes of the popular King Tamu Khan, it was more like refusing to welcome him, and there was a series of wild laughs that matched it - the nobles of the Kuma Department were basically there. The two warriors listened to the chaotic voice in the tent, looked at each other, and exchanged a well-intentioned look - and the girl who didn't know which herdsman was was caught. The most precious youngest son of King Tatamu Khan was also like this. He had no choice but to learn from his father. However, Huza has died. Three years later, the herdsmen of Kuma, who suffered a lot, didn't even want to think about him. It's no pity that they died when they died.

A dark cloud suddenly floated in the night sky, covering the cold moon, and the earth seemed to darken suddenly. With the dotted light of the surrounding herdsmen's tents, the whole Kuma camp seemed to suddenly rise in a cold mist. The water vapor of the dark clouds in the sky all fell down and condensed into water mist by the dry and cold ground. Soon, the starry light around the camp became hazy and invisible, and the two warriors looked at each other in contemptibility - this was the first time they had encountered such a fliestous weather.

It's so cold. This cold water vapor rushed to them like mosquitoes, and the sheepskin robe soon became wet and sticky and cold on the body, which was so uncomfortable. I don't know why, the samurai always felt uneasy. They couldn't help but be vigilant, grasped the rod of the long gun, crossed their legs and posed, ready to deal with special situations at any time.

The screams of women and the laughter of men came from the tent behind him - did the beastliness of the nobles finally break out? This innocent woman from the herdsman's family may have experienced a hellish night, which will be unforgettable for the rest of her life. No, if she can still live, she will never forget this night. But for a woman who has experienced a night**, I'm afraid that even a pool of soft meat is not as good as the next day...

The nobles in the tent**. There seemed to be another sound under the wild laughter - it was not really heard, like a rustling sound, as if there were bugs crawling over the grass leaves and bending the grass stems. When the insects jumped off and fell on the grass next to them, the leaf stems were dry and straight. But in such a cold environment, the bugs have long been hiding or flying to the warm pasture in the south. How can they still be there?

The fog is becoming more and more sticky and cold - absolutely abnormal. An inexplicable fear rose in the hearts of the two warriors. They did not realize that their hands holding weapons were full of cold sweat.

"Look, there's someone!" A samurai with brown eyes said in amazed voice.

Another warrior squinted and looked at it, with a thick fog, really like a black figure coming. His body was covered in a wide robe, with a hood on his head, and he couldn't see his face clearly. The place where his face was supposed to be was a thick shade. He had no footsteps, but a sound like a bug crawling through.

Two warriors stepped forward and shouted, "Who are you!" Then tighten your tightness and wait for the man's answer. But the black shadow ignored them and still approached slowly. The sound of his footsteps is like stepping on a fixed frequency, not slow, like the slow and waiting crazy sound of death approaching.

The dark figure stood five steps away in front of them and stopped, and the face hidden under the hood could not see what the expression was. The two warriors looked at each other and exchanged nervous eyes. They feel the same. Although they are alone, they can't help but feel fear in their hearts, which is the kind of involuntary fear when facing strange things. In their opinion, this thing in front of them is by no means a 'person'.

"Ah--" The brown-eyed warrior suddenly dropped his weapon and knelt down with his legs. His sad screams were like a ghost crawling out at midnight, which made his scalp numb. And the nobles in the tent still indulged them* and didn't notice what happened outside the account at all.

His legs are densely covered with black and unknown worms. The worms are less than half a nail big, the shell on his body is black and shiny, and his eyes are small with blood-red light. There are a large number of worms, as if they were drilled out of the cracks in the gravel under their feet. They gnawed along the warrior's legs, biting, and made a shuttle sound. The warrior's legs were swallowed flesh and blood by this bloodthirsty bug at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the warrior's legs turned into white bones.

Another samurai looked at the stranger in black robe in front of him, and looked at the painful and screaming companions around him, with an expression of fear on his face. He dropped his weapon in a panic, shouted, "Ghost, ghost..." and then ran desperately to the distance. But he stumbled and ran two steps and fell down. He grabbed his face fiercely with his hand. His nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood stains that penetrated flesh and bones remained on his face. His face felt tingling and itchy. In the bloody wound on his face, it was also such a black red-eyed worm. The worm's mouth quickly opened and closed, gnawing his flesh and blood. He wanted to ask for help and scream, but the breath in his chest seemed to be blocked in his lungs, and he couldn't scream, and there was only a whining sound in his throat. The skin and flesh on his face have been devoured, revealing the skeleton, and the teeth with the jaws are still open and closed, trying to roar, but the skin of his body is full of insects. The bright bloodthirsty bug bit his flesh and blood from the inside out, bit his skin and rushed out, making a frightening beep.

This process happened so fast that in less than five breaths, the flesh and blood of the two warriors were devoured, leaving only two white bones. The bugs squeaked with satisfaction, crawled to the man in black who had been standing there silently and got in from his black robe, just like a man's body full of insects. The man in black continued to walk silently to the tent. He didn't even look at the two dead bones indifferently. He strode over and left the dead bones behind him. In front of him was a woman's cry and a man's laughter, full of wine and meat like a heavenly tent, behind him was a thick fog, and two white bones were thrown on the ground. It seems that he is the dividing line between the world and hell. As long as he takes another step forward, he can turn the luxurious happy place in front of the world into a hell with gray bones floating in the dark soul.

The man in black stretched out a pale hand from under the robe, white gray, which was the kind of pale without blood. He reached out and lifted the tent, and the warm and bright fire in the tent shot out - as if he had been burned by the light, and his hand suddenly shrank. Like a ghost, he dared not touch the light. "Hum--" His face hidden under the hood made a soft hum and resolutely lifted the tent again. Even if the world turns into a tired white bone, what does it have to do with me? He said such a hoarse sentence and strode into the tent.

King Tatamu Khan's face was full of oily brilliance, and his fat body was **, revealing the hair on his chest. He held the wine pot in his right hand and grabbed the hair of a barbarian woman in his left hand, desperately pulling her head back and raising it up, as if to tear off her scalp. The woman shouted sadly and reached out to break the sweat king's hand, but her strength was like a gentle and harmless little white rabbit compared with the sweat king. Khan Wang laughed and poured the wine in the wine pot along her painful half-out mouth. Bai Yue's drunken mellow wine could not bear even a strong warrior. The woman's face was choked red, and her hair was scattered and stuck to her face. Through her dark hair, she could see that she was a woman with a beautiful face, but her eyes were full of Full of tears and pain and despair. Khan Wang laughed and ignored the woman's struggle. The white moon drunkenness in the wine pot flowed down the corners of her mouth, flowing through her neck and white breasts, mixed with tears of sadness and pain.

It's just that no one around stood up to speak for her. The tent was full of the smell of wine and meat, and the smell of sour sweat baked by the warm stove in the tent. She struggled desperately, trying to grit her teeth, even if she bit her tongue and committed suicide. However, a slave of the Khan king next to her pinched her face, broke her teeth desperately, and another person held her struggling legs. She heard the sound of her skirt being torn apart, so she struggled harder. But what greeted her was a fierce slap. King Tatamu Khan's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and there was no more smile on his face. He stepped on the woman's chest barefoot and squatted down almost against her face. The breath of alcohol in King Khan's mouth was suffocating, and he said coldly, "If you move again, I will feed you to the wolf!" Animals haven't eaten meat for a long time. They like you the most..."

Alang is several big dogs raised by King Tatamu Khan. These dogs are raised with flesh and blood. Whenever King Khan is angry, he will order people to kill the people who provoke him and throw them to Alang. This is not bad, and even half of the tribe can hear the sad screams of people who are fed to dogs alive and eaten by dogs...

The woman really stopped struggling, and the expression on her face was insurable fear. King Khan smiled with satisfaction, stroked her neck with his rough hand, patted her face and said, "That's good, yes, just be a kitten like this..."

The woman did not speak, struggle, did not scream, and did not desperately cover her body with her hands. Her eyes were as empty as death. She has nothing but this body. Her soul has been coaxed by the laughter of the men around her, ground into crumbs by the spirits poured into her stomach, and become numb and empty...

Khan Wang laughed proudly, and the tent was full of his wild laughter - such a satisfying day as the local emperor. He is like the high king of Kuma, and his herdsmen are his food. He is in charge of their life and death power. No one can disobey him, and no one can disobey him. What he wants is absolute control. These unruly people are nothing. Even if a thousand or ten thousand die, it is nothing.

The laughter of the nobles and King Khan filled the tent. I don't know if this is hell or heaven. Maybe this is the real world, warmer than heaven and more cruel than hell!

Suddenly, the tent became extremely cold. There was no wind, but the cold breath floated in every inch of the tent. The jumping flames that were roasting meat seemed to have no temperature, and the whole tent seemed to have turned into winter in an instant. The Khan and the nobles looked at the entrance of the tent together. I don't know when there stood a man in a black robe, and they couldn't see his face hidden under the hood. But he stood there as panicking and frightening as death. Only one person suppressed the momentum of dozens of nobles in the tent, and the warm tent became as cold as an ice cave because of his arrival. I don't know when the fog broke out of the tent, and the thick fog flowed in and was illuminated into a bright color by the golden fire, like the brilliance flowing from this mysterious man in a black robe. It's such an absurd feeling of evil and sacred mixture.

King Tatamu Khan narrowed his eyes, pouted and said, "Kill him--"

Immediately, two warriors rushed out of the tent and killed the man in black. The man in black did not move, and he was not moved to see the blade almost cut in front of him. Everyone thought that when the warrior wanted to win, the air was filled with a sharp beep, like countless insects flapping their wings. Countless black and bright red-eyed insects flew out of the man's wide robe in an instant, flying towards the samurai like a black cloud. As soon as the insect cloud fell on the warrior, it surrounded the two. Under the gaze of dozens of nobles, the two warriors were instantly eaten by insects and scattered into two white bones.

The sudden silence in the tent is as terrible as death. The Khan king and the nobles were stunned, and finally looked frightened. They retreated, desperately stayed away from the man in black, and squeezed into the tent desperately. The man in black walked to the tent step by step indifferently, like a wolf entering the sheep pen. His face hidden under the hood glanced over these trembling and fearful nobles, and everyone felt that the moment they were touched by his eyes, there was a feeling of soul out of mind - too fear.

King Tatam Khan was squeezed into the innermost part, his face was full of panic, and he whispered, "You guys, go up and ask him who he is, a monster? It's still the messenger sent by Tengri to receive the king... Go quickly. A few more will stand in front of me, block me, and don't let him see..."

No one pays attention to him. The nobles are all life-threatening guys and will not go up to die by themselves. They squeezed together desperately, but they felt that the people next to them were also trembling with fear.

The man in black robe turned sideways, revealing the mouth of the tent and said hoarsely, "King Khan stay, others, get out--"

Everyone was stunned. The words of the man in black seemed to come from a far away place, and their ears were full of a roar. After two or three breaths, the frightened nobles figured out the words of the man in black and rushed to the mouth of the tent for fear of slowing down for a moment. It's terrible here. This mysterious man is simply a devil. He stood on two white bones indifferently and watched the nobles escape.

"Wait--don't go--take me with me--don't leave the king here--" King Tatamu Khan suddenly panicked when he saw the nobles running away for their lives and ignored himself. But no one pays attention to him, such as the king of sweat and nobles. If his life is left here, it will be fart.

The tent was empty in the blink of an eye, leaving only the fat sweat king and the blind barbarian woman beside him. The man in black came up step by step, his footsteps were not slow, stepping on the fixed frequency, as if death was approaching.

"You - don't come over, who are you?" King Tatam Khan retreated so that he had nowhere to retreat. His body was close to the wall of the tent, and his little eyes were no longer as arrogant as before. At this time, he was scared to death! What do you want? Money? Slave? Women? I'll give you whatever you want, okay? As long as you don't kill me," King Tatamu Khan's voice was full of crying. After so many years of being well-fed, he not only made him forget that he was an iron-blooded warrior, but even the trace of blood in his bones became flattering and shrinking.

The man in black ignored his plea and stopped three steps in front of him. There was hope on the white fat face of King Tatamu Khan and said with a smile, "As long as you don't kill me, I can share it with you!" Like a great favor, King Tatamu raised his fat chest and waited for the cold man in front of him to answer.

"Hum..." came the sound of a bug flapping its wings, and an insect twice as big as the man-eating insects just now flew out from under the man's robe. The vibrating wings, scarlet eyes, and the fast-moving mouthpan rushed to the sweat king's face.

King Tatamu Khan shouted, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the face. But the bug melted into his skin without any trace. He cursed, "Fuck, what the hell is this..."

But his eyes became distracted in an instant, as if he had been controlled by something. A worm tattoo appeared on his forehead, and his eyes became as red as the bug just now. King Tatamuhan stood upright from the wall of the tent and walked slowly to the man in black robe. With no expression, he bent down and knelt down and shouted hoarsely, "I have seen the master..."

The man in black ignored him and walked to the naked woman with scattered eyes and looked at her condescendingly. He stretched out his pale hand, took off the black robe covering him, covered the woman, and covered her *. His face hidden under the hood was finally exposed. It was an extremely young face, but there was no blood color. His lips are lead gray, and his eyes are scarlet. Looking closely, he is an extremely handsome man, but what is frightening is that there is a scar like a centipede around his neck, like his head has been cut off and stitched with his body...

At this time, only the Lion King and the Mengyang messenger in Erdun Ketu Khan's tent in the Azlan Department were thousands of miles away. Neither of them said anything and sat there quietly as if they were waiting for something. Suddenly, Mengyang's messenger's red and enchanting eyes opened, and their eyes were as red as charcoal. Zhu Hong's sharp lips bent a touching smile, and his genderless face was like a delicate flower. He said softly, "Congratulations, Your Highness, my bodyguard has controlled King Tatamu Khan of Kuma, that is to say, there is another tribe on the grassland standing on your side to support you to be the monarch on the grassland... ..."

King Erdun Ketu Khan looked up at him, and his yellow-brown eyes flashed with sharp light, as if to see the depths of his soul of this unfathomable Mengyang messenger. He said coldly, "I hope so, then I will start the war against Chi Nasi..."