Before he could speak, he heard a scream from the other side, which was sharp and terrible, piercing into everyone's ears. And they all looked that way. I saw another group of people gathered at the other end of the village, and this scream came from that group. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, Du Qingfeng had already pulled him and said, "Let's go, let's go and have a look." With that, he dragged him along. When the two of them walked up to the group, they saw that the group was dressed in tatters, and they were all from the village, and they were in a circle.

There were a few people squatting on the ground in the middle, and Han Yiming looked through the cracks, but it was the middle-aged man who met them on the road and greeted them. The middle-aged man squatted on the ground, almost beating his chest. Han Yiming looked at him again, there was a woman lying on the ground, her face was pale, she was still breathing slightly, there were blood stains on her body, and her hands were also blurred with blood, and even there were several blood lines on her face. I don't know how I got it. Han Yiming was puzzled, there was already one more person beside him, and said, "What's going on?" Looking back, Zhao Haoyang squeezed over at some point.

The middle-aged man did not even raise his head or talk, clenched his right hand into a fist, slapped his chest, and listened to the advice of the surrounding villagers. Zhao Haoyang frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and squeezed it in. Han Yiming obviously saw that after he dialed it, the crowd did not move, and there was no gap, but he easily walked in. When he walked in, the people outside were still crowded and airtight, but he was like a piece of tissue paper, and he didn't push away the crowd, and he didn't even widen the gap between people, so he easily squeezed into the crowd.

Zhao Haoyang squatted down beside the middle-aged man, looked at the woman lying on the ground, and said, "What's the matter?" The man only stared at the white cloth in his hand in a daze, and didn't say a word. Zhao Haoyang stretched out his right hand, tapped his middle finger on the woman's eyebrows, withdrew his hand, and the woman woke up with an "ah".

As soon as she woke up, she said, "Fengyun, my Fengyun!" She looked around, then looked at her hand, then looked to the side, and said blankly: "Fengyun, where is my Fengyun?" Before Zhao Haoyang could speak, the middle-aged man said: "Fengyun and sister-in-law are gone, what about them?"

The woman was startled and stunned for a while before she said, "When the gong sounded, we knew that the bandits were coming, and we hid in the house and didn't dare to come out, but then they burned." When my sister-in-law and I saw that there was a fire, we ran out of the house with the wind and clouds. Yes, yes, someone came to rob me, and there was a person with a dark face, and he robbed me. I screamed, and my sister-in-law turned to help me, and as we twisted his shirt, he suddenly drew his knife and slashed at my sister-in-law. I, I screamed, and I didn't know anything!" her eyes cleared, and she burst into tears.

Han Yiming stood motionless in place, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and the past, which had almost become a thing of the past, all came to mind. The woman who wept bitterly and her face was covered with scars reminded him of his mother. Kind and kind, always smiling, soft-spoken mother. Suddenly losing her father and her mother, how sad and desperate she would be, how she would cry bitterly. Standing aside, I couldn't hold back my tears.

He never dared to think about how painful his mother was that day, but this woman put all this in front of him clearly. This woman's face, body, and hands are full of scars, left by the time she fought with the bandits for her child? Everything on the Spirit Mountain and the experience that followed it really made him feel that it was a new life, far from the past. But at this time, a few words from this woman pulled him back to the past, which was blurred, but clear from the past.

The middle-aged man suddenly jumped up, separated the crowd, and pulled everyone to take a closer look, and asked hoarsely. Han Yiming stood on the ground in a daze, looked at the middle-aged man, and then looked at the woman who was sitting on the ground, couldn't even stand up, and cried loudly.

The man asked around, lost his soul, walked back, and as soon as he came to the woman, he fell to the ground. Han Yiming didn't dare to turn his head back, but he couldn't take a step, and he couldn't move a step. Suddenly, I heard Huang Jingxuan's voice and asked, "What's the matter?" hurriedly reached out to wipe the tears off his face and raised his head.

Zhao Haoyang said: "It sounds like their child is gone." Huang Jingxuan frowned, and said, "Yes, you ask, what is his child like?" Zhao Haoyang said: "I want to help you, can you meditate?" The man lowered his head, demented, and seemed to not listen.

Zhao Haoyang didn't ask anymore, raised his right hand, the two fingers of his right hand shone in the darkness like fireflies, and pressed on the top of the man's head, and the man raised his head and faced everyone. I saw that a child's face appeared in his eyes, and it was still very small, and even the fetal hair was short.

It was a chubby baby boy, in the man's pupils. After a few moments, the man's eyes widened, and the little boy's face became clearer. Han Yiming didn't know the size of the baby, but at a glance, he saw that the baby was carved like jade, and suddenly saw him grinning, and he didn't have teeth in his mouth, so he knew that it was very small. But the man's eyes showed a small hand of the baby, and a small red mole on the tip of the chubby index finger.

Pingbo said: "Okay, we all know the appearance of this child, just wait for the dawn, we can help him find it." When Han Yiming heard this, he couldn't help but sigh. Pingbo Daodao: "Little friend, do you have anything to say?" Han Yiming said: "Do you have to find it until dawn?" Pingbo Daodao: "What, do you mean to find it now?" Han Yiming said: "Our moment and moment, we will let them live like a year! This little baby will survive this night in the hands of the bandits, will he still have his life?" Pingbo Daoren was very surprised and looked at him.

Suddenly, I heard Huang Jingxuan say: "Let's help him find it, if he is not a parent, where do you know their anxiety." A little baby, in the hands of a strongman, is difficult to reassure. Pingbo Daoren smiled: "Little friend, you have a very good heart, and you even thought of this." His eyes looked Han Yiming up and down. Han Yiming's face turned red, he didn't think about the anxiety of being a parent, he just thought of the fact that he was locked up in an isolated place by the strongman in the past, helpless, scared, and desperate. It's just that I forgot that a little baby will not be afraid and hopeless. But he compares his heart to himself, and thinks of his little baby as if he were living like himself.

Can that baby be saved for them? Thank you for your continued support, thank you very much!