"Yu, grandma knows you have questions, and she knows that you will come to me again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Grandmother glanced at me and said indifferently: "The fewer people who know something, the better, otherwise it will bring all kinds of unexpected disasters!"

I was a little scared and didn't dare to speak casually.

"What I told you last time was not actually a legend, but a secret of our Qi family......"

Grandmother stood up on her crutches, sighed, and began to look at a painting in the room.

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More than 1,000 years ago, at the turn of spring and summer, it was the rainy season in the south.

At the junction of Hunan and Guangxi, on a remote road, a group of panicked people were hurrying away. There are about forty or fifty men, women, and children, of whom most are old and weak, women and children, and less than half are young and middle-aged.

The rain was pouring down, and every now and then a few silver snakes swept across the gray sky, followed by a few thunderbolts, which looked low and oppressive. But these people show no signs of stopping.

The mountain road was muddy and rugged, and from time to time someone fell due to slippery conditions, and soon someone helped him up and continued to walk in the rain.

No one wants to rush during such a thunderstorm unless it is a last resort.

The mountain road was narrow, and the line formed a long line, except for the children, most of these people carried a huge burden, and it did not seem to be very light. Even so, they are not slow at all!

At this moment, a young man in his twenties at the end of the line rushed towards the front.

In a short time, he caught up with an old man in his sixties at the front of the procession, and said as he walked: "Patriarch, it seems that the rain is getting heavier and heavier! It doesn't matter to us young people, but grandpa, grandmother, and aunts may be overwhelmed, and there are many dolls, so they can easily get sick in such a rainy journey." If we continue like this, we will be finished without them doing anything!"

The old patriarch glanced back at the young man, stopped, frowned and looked into the distance, there were hills everywhere, and most of them were monks, only a few hills had trees growing on them!

After looking at it for a while, the old patriarch stretched out his hand and pointed to a relatively densely wooded hill in the distance in front of him, and said, "Although the hill in front is not high, there are many trees, which is suitable for hiding. Tell everyone to hurry up, and we'll take refuge in the woods before they arrive!"

The young man answered, shouted all the way, and ran to the back of the line.

The sky flashed with a white light again, and after a few thunderstorms, the rain became heavier and heavier, and it was impossible to see people ten steps away!

The old patriarch sighed and muttered, "Isn't it true that even God won't help us?"

The line wasn't very long, but the young man quickly reached the end of the line and helped some of the old women pick up their things. It is estimated that his shouting worked, and the team marched faster, and the group trotted all the way towards a hill in front of them!

In less than a bag of cigarettes, the team reached the top of the hill.

This mountain is really a bit small, the height is not more than 100 meters, and the area is only five or six square kilometers, which is really not suitable for hiding, but fortunately it is connected with two nearby hills, and these two mountains also have many trees growing on them!

When the old patriarch saw this situation, he couldn't help but cry out in his heart: there were many trees on this mountain, but when he got closer, he found that although the trees here were extremely huge, and the largest needed two or three people to hug them, the distance between the trees was very large, and it could almost accommodate a carriage.

Moreover, the gaps in the trees are full of large and small rubble! How can these dozens of people be hidden here?!

At this time, several other younger people gathered around, and one of them said, "Patriarch, I checked it just now, and a little further inside, there are many huge stones, and there are many gaps, very large, we can hide in there first!"

When the old patriarch heard this, he immediately turned his worries into joy, and waved his hand: "You settle everyone down first, and leave two people to follow me!"

The lads answered and went their separate ways.

The old patriarch looked at the other two young men beside him, and said, "Let's keep an eye here first!" After saying that, his eyes were fixed on the direction they came, the rain was too heavy, and the muddy path was not clear at all except for a small section in front of him!

"Patriarch, do you think they're going to chase after you soon?" one of the guys gasped.

"I just hope that the rain will fall a little harder and wash away our tracks, otherwise, we will be doomed this time!" the old patriarch sighed, wiped the rain from his face, and said slowly.

"Patriarch, if only that thing came to help us this time!" said another fellow.

"Judging from the previous times, that mysterious thing will always help us when it matters most!" said the young man who spoke first. "And it's going to kill these guys!"

"I hope so!" the old patriarch wiped the rain from his face again and continued to stare at the way.

Half an hour had passed, and the rain had already lightened. At this time, another young man came up from behind, and he said softly: "Patriarch, everything has been arranged, are you gathering all the men?"

The old patriarch nodded and said, "Arrange a few people to keep an eye on the surroundings of the hiding place, and the rest of the people will come to me with their hands and everything!"

The boy said yes and went.

After another half an hour or so, the rain became lighter and fluttering, but the visibility was much higher, and I could see the scenery a mile or two away.

But at this moment, on the way here, a shadowy figure had already appeared in the rain curtain!

Seeing this, the patriarch immediately turned around and said to the young man beside him, "Hurry up and call them over!"

The man answered, and ran quickly into the woods.

The patriarch and the rest of the lads were still staring at the slowly approaching figures, the rain flowing through their eyes, but they didn't even dare to blink.

In a moment, seventeen or eighteen young men came up from behind, all carrying machetes in their hands. The old patriarch turned around and whispered a few words, and the group quickly dispersed and disappeared into the woods.

Soon, the figures in the rain curtain became clear, it was not a few people, but a piece of black oppression, there should be no less than a hundred and ten!! The old patriarch couldn't help but gasp when he saw it, and said in his heart: It seems that this time the other party has to kill us all!

A sense of desolation and despair instantly filled the old patriarch's heart: at the beginning, since everyone fled from their hometown, there were nearly 300 people in the whole clan, large and small, and now there are less than 50 people left. Although not many people died in battle, a large part of them lost their lives due to worsening wounds, fatigue and disease!

At this moment, the old patriarch began to pray incessantly in his heart, hoping to receive some kind of protection. Of course, he hoped that the god who seemed to be by their side all this time would appear in time.

After all, that thing had already helped them more than once! If it hadn't been for its appearance, the entire family would have been wiped out altogether. The old patriarch sighed secretly, and kept silently reciting in his heart.