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Han Moyu followed behind in a hurry, the road down the mountain was very difficult to walk, and she had a disease on her feet, because she was in a hurry, she almost fell down several times.

She only remembered that at that time, Wujia Village was set on fire and slaughtered, and the unarmed and kind villagers were slaughtered, and their families were destroyed overnight, and blood flowed like a river, and Wujia Village became a ghost village full of scorched wood and barren fields, and there were no people.

And that disaster occurred in the fifth year of Jian'an, after the Qingming Festival. And now, there are still a few days left before the Qingming Festival. Could it be that the time for the slaughter of the village was brought forward? Or was it just an accident?

Han Moyu hated himself for not thinking about these earlier, if he thought of it earlier, he would have been able to prepare for it earlier, and there would have been fewer casualties.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the growing fire in her village, and her heart was so anxious that she wanted to run home immediately. So, despite the steep hill under her feet, she hurried to the tree.

Unexpectedly, her feet were crooked, and before she could exclaim, her body had already rolled down the hillside, until she finally hit a tree in front of her sideways, and then stopped.

Ignoring the pain all over her body, she got up and limped in the direction of home. Her clothes were torn by thorns, and she was covered in dust, but she didn't bother to wipe them, and she limped and trotted all the way.

In the distance, I heard the cries of the children in the village.

An unprecedented fear came from the bottom of Han Moyu's heart. Could it be that Tu Cun is really ahead of schedule?

The instinct to escape drove her to flee, but the fear of her family and villagers kept her feet firmly on the ground.

At the moment when she hesitated, Wu Xiao came out of nowhere and yelled: "Run!"

Seeing that she didn't move, Wu Xiao turned back again, grabbed her hand and ran up the mountain without saying anything.

"What's going on?" Han Moyu asked out of breath, sweating profusely.

"Don't ask, find a place to hide first!" Wu Xiao said, pushing Han Mo into the bushes in the dense forest.

The two of them hid behind a one-man tall bush, and Han Moyu picked up the branches of the trees, and saw the villagers crying and running desperately, and a group of black-clad masked men on horseback followed closely behind them.

Han Moyu's feet softened, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, panting roughly.

The tragedy of the village really happened! But she had no power to stop it!

But why so many days in advance?

Han Moyu frowned, and one hand tightly tugged at Wu Xiao's clothes.

People screamed and fled in all directions. When the horse passed the child, the masked man raised his knife and bounced over, and the child fell to the ground.

The child's father and mother threw themselves on the child like crazy, shaking the child and crying, and the child's father turned and pounced on the black-clad masked man, and before he could get close, he was struck with a knife and fell on his back.

Han Moyu's palms and vests were already soaked, and she couldn't say a word.

Wu Xiao dragged Han Moyu tightly with his hand, and looked at the bottom of the mountain in horror and nervousness.

Most of the houses in the village are already on fire. The villagers ran out of the village, chased and slashed by the black-clad masked men, dragging their children and their mothers to flee for their lives.

Han Moyu bit her lips tightly, trembling and unable to say a word. The villagers who were still talking and laughing yesterday turned into a pool of bloody corpses in the next moment. Tears instantly clouded Han Moyu's eyes.

Why didn't I remember it earlier, and persuaded everyone to flee earlier......

She didn't know how to stop the killing, so she could only hide here and watch the bloody killing.

Looking at it, Han Moyu, who was misty with teary eyes, suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon: the group of black-clothed masked people gave priority to chasing children in their teens, and they were killed regardless of gender.

Anyone who escaped with a child of this size would have lost almost their entire family. However, some women with young children in their arms, young men and women, and old people, were lucky enough to escape in this chaotic slaughter and ran to the nearest mountains and forests to hide.

However, more and more doubts sprung up in my heart.

What was the origin of these black-clad masked men? Why did they come to this remote country to commit murder, why were they all teenagers? These were things that she had never paid attention to in her memory.

Han Moyu grabbed the bush branch tightly and stared at it with teary eyes, but he didn't want to use too much force, and the branch was broken with a click. She lunged forward, revealing herself.

Han Moyu was shocked. I saw the group of black-clad masked men look this way, and dragged their horses to the top of the mountain, knowing that they had discovered themselves.

Wu Xiao saw that the situation was not good, and shouted: "Run!!" and dragged Han Moyu to climb deeper into the mountain.

Han Moyu climbed up in a panic, but when he heard the noise behind him getting closer and closer, he was in a hurry, his feet were empty, and he almost rolled down, but fortunately, Wu Xiao's hand was quick and pulled her.

There seemed to be another noise behind him, like a fierce clash of swords and the neighing of horses, like two groups of people fighting.

Han Moyu was puzzled in his heart, turned his head to look, but saw that another group of people had come to the bottom of the mountain, and the two groups of people were inseparable.

At this moment, two black-clothed masked men armed with long knives chased closely after the two of them, and they were about to catch up.

Han Mo secretly screamed badly, and shouted to Wu Xiao: "You go first! I can't run fast, you don't care about me! Hurry up, or we both will die!"

Wu Xiao insisted on dragging Han Moyu to a higher stone, his nervous forehead was sweating, and he said quickly: "We are buddies, how can I leave you alone?"

Han Moyu climbed the mountain rock, pushed Wu Xiao higher, and scolded viciously: "You have a problem in your brain, right? I'm a cripple, and you don't know it." I'm sure I can't run away, are you trying to drag you down? I don't want to owe you a favor......"

Wu Xiao lay on the stone and stretched out his hand to Han Moyu, wanting to pull her up, but Han Moyu refused, and said to Wu Xiao angrily: "Don't worry about me, you run first, I'm tired and can't run, let's rest here first." If you want to stay with me, come down!"

Wu Xiao glanced at the black-clothed masked man who was close at hand, and then at Han Moyu who was lying on the ground and didn't leave, and finally was ruthless, climbed up on three feet and two steps, and disappeared into the mountain forest in a few steps.

Han Moyu knew that the black-clothed masked man was approaching, but she looked at Wu Xiao's disappearing figure, and felt extremely relieved and warm in her heart.

In his memory, Wu Xiao was slashed in order to save Han Moyu and died on the spot, but now, he was willing to abandon Han Moyu, and Han Moyu not only did not feel sad, but felt sincerely happy.

I know that Wu Xiao treats me well, that's enough. No one's life is cheap, and there is no need for him to sacrifice himself for me. Han Mo thought.

"Boy, I see where you're going!"

Han Moyu turned her head to meet the bright blood-stained steel knife, her face turned pale with fright, she closed her eyes, and raised the stone in her hand with both hands, and threw it at the man with all her might.

When it was too late, Han Moyu felt a cold wind blowing in his ears, and thought that his life was over, but he heard a loud click, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the steel knife of the black-clothed masked man was blocked with a sword.

The man retracted the long sword in his hand, and before Han Moyu could see it clearly, he saw that the sword had sunk into the chest of the black-clothed masked man, and blood flowed immediately. The black-clad masked man screamed, fell, tumbling and falling under the rocks.

This qiē came too fast. Han Moyu's heart beat violently for a long time, and then she looked up at her savior.

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