Chapter 287 (2/2)

Those buildings have been for some years. Pavilions, pavilions, pools and pavilions are reflected in the vigorous and tall green pines and cypresses. There are many celebrity stickers on both sides of the rock wall. On a closer look, yenuo was surprised to find that there were a large number of Tang and song poets, such as Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi and so on.

They all wrote poems and inscriptions on the stone wall, marveling at the grandeur and magnificence of the real Wushan mountain.

After crawling on the winding mountain road for more than ten minutes, we came to the hillside of Wushan mountain. The buildings here should be for the families of witches. They should be full of human incense and fire.

But now, only dead.

Liu shisan stopped, pushed open a door, looked inside, and then closed the door angrily. Yenuo looked in at the moment of closing the door.

Bodies everywhere.

A family of women and children died in the house. These are ordinary people. They have no strength to bind chickens, let alone resistance. But they died. The murderer who killed them was very cruel and cruel. He could kill with one knife, but it was like playing with prey and cutting women and children.

”How cruel.” Mu Wan covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Behind each door was a family, without exception, all of them were killed. Not with witchcraft, but with cold weapons.

Traces of the massacre spread from the hillside to the top of the mountain.

Yenuo three rushed to the top of the mountain. Above the mountains, there is a huge platform. Continuous ancient buildings are built on the platform. Any building here can be listed as a 5A level protection unit by the Cultural Relics Bureau.

At the entrance, there is a colorful archway with a letter, Wushan, and two big green words. The writer's writing style is heroic, like drinking wine, wantonly waving ink and writing at one go, which makes people relaxed and happy.

Yenuo has a wide range of knowledge. At a glance, he can tell that this is definitely the literary and ink work of the poet Li Bai. Take this plaque down and take it to the Hong Kong auction house for auction. It's absolutely old and valuable.

In sharp contrast to the hand ink of the poet Li Bai, the corpses under the gatehouse are in a field, and a large number of stumped corpses fall below. After Liu shisan went over and checked, his angry eyes were full of blood.

”These are my Nanwu people.” He gritted his teeth with hate.

Among the corpses of Nanwu are other witches in gray fish skin clothes.

”Sure enough, the northern witch attacked Wushan.” Liu shisan's mouth was full of blood.

”What festival do you have in the South and North witches? How much hate you can kill all the women and children on Wushan.” Yenuo asked.

”It's not a holiday, but a thousand years ago, our two factions had differences in the belief of King Jinsha. Finally, the whole Wushan mountain was divided, resulting in a century long war. Finally, the South witch won and drove all the North witches out of the top of Wushan mountain. It is said that Beiwu wandered to the estuary of the Yangtze River and gradually expanded in Shanghai and Beihu. ”

Liu shisan explained a little and shouted, ”no, my master!”

He jumped several times and ran to the east of the building community. The path was littered with corpses. The traces of all kinds of witchcraft bombing remain on the ground and wall forever. The two factions of witchcraft in the north and the south are different.

The South witch's fish skin spell and corpse insect spell, and the North witch's corpse raising skill and Gu spell kill each other in chaos. However, it is obvious that there are many corpses on the ground, but the number of northern witches is obviously much higher than that of Southern witches.