The Heroic Soul Descends: I Built a Mountain Stronghold in the Five Dynasties

He climbed out. Can't remember who I am. But the fingers remember - touch the soil to know the fire, touch the wall to know the soldiers, touch the stone to tell the year. Twelve living people, three days of food. Fifty bandits on the mountain to the north are waiting to slaughter the village. The businessman said next: He made the move before you. The stones in my arms are jumping. Take two breaths and point to the black mountain in the north. There is a crater in the mountain, the debris glows when exposed to blood, and something is sleeping at the bottom of the crater. Tieniu went there and came back with an extra scar. He said there was a name humming in his bones. The seventh day. The knife struck down. The knife shattered. Iron Bull's eyes changed from black to silver. When he spoke, his voice sounded like war drums beating up from the ground. He said three words. Xiao Dingchen clutched the hot stone. He knew that there were more names in the mountain to the north—— Buried in the soil.