In just a quarter of an hour, thirty brocade guards were slaughtered.

There were blood stains everywhere on the ground, embroidered spring knives, flying fish suits were sprinkled all over the ground, and the corpses were all over the place, like a Shura field.

The big boss strictly ordered the number of people to be counted, but there were still six or seven people missing, which made him feel uneasy.

At this time, his mother comforted him and said, "Zhe'er, it's okay, those six or seven people have already fallen off the cliff, and the leader was forced to jump off by me!" ”

"Mother, I'm still not at ease, so I'd better send a few more brothers down and go to the bottom of the valley to have a good look."

The silver-haired old lady was very dissatisfied with her son's seriousness, so she said: "There is no need, how can you still live on such a high cliff!" ”

The big boss also felt that there was no need to be like this, jumping off such a high cliff, there was no reason to escape.

At this time, he suddenly thought of someone and turned his head. He said to the bandit who looked like a mouse, "By the way, what about your second master?" Liu Dulong: Where did he go? ”

It was only then that everyone reacted and got away with Liu Dulong.

A bandit also said hatefully: "Maybe he also fell, I saw him kill Qian Er with my own eyes, just to save the official who was riding a horse!" ”

The big boss was very annoyed when he thought of this, and hurriedly ordered people to go out and look around, but after looking for a long time, Liu Dulong was not available.

"Hmph, he's lucky that he didn't let me catch this thief who eats inside and out!"

The big boss said hatefully, and there was still anger in his expression.

At this time, two bandits carried a sturdy man and walked over, and he was hit with a fire on his stomach, which was actually Wang Da Niu.

He had passed out completely, the wound on his stomach was the size of a bowl, and blood was dripping from the stretcher.

The big boss showed pity on his face, he didn't expect this wooden person to be so brave, and he broke the horse's skull with just one punch, and such divine power also shocked him.

He hurriedly beckoned to Lang Zhong: "Hurry up and stop the bleeding for him, and you must find a way to save him first." ”

At this time, Aunt Qin rushed over and said to the big boss with a nervous expression: "The big boss has to hurry up and get Mother Chen back to the cottage, I don't think she is doing well!" ”

It was only at this time that the big boss thought of this most critical person, and saw that Chen's mother, who had never met before, was already thin to a handful of bones, which was really just skin and bones.

Seeing that Chen's mother's neck was about to droop, he suddenly became nervous.

He was a little annoyed, and ordered the helpless maid standing next to him, "Hurry up and carry her to a cool place first, let Lang Zhong feed two doses of medicine first, hang that life, and see if you can persist in returning to the cottage." ”

Aunt Qin on the side went to comfort him: "You don't have to be so nervous, the big boss, she is just too weak and has no worries about her life." ”

At this time, when he thought of Siyu's anxious face, his heart was in a mess, and there was no discipline at all.

"Alright, alright, let's go."

While urging his brothers, he was also thinking about Siyu in his heart.

The silver-haired old lady on the side, seeing that he was in such a hurry, ordered, "Then you should take them back first, and I will let them deal with the aftermath, I see that your heart has already flown back to the girl's side." ”

The big boss turned red when he heard his mother say this, which was a tacit acquiescence.

At this moment, he had long wanted to return to Siyu's side, and wanted to tell her in person, I brought your mother back, you should marry me, right?

When he thought of Na Siyu's expectant face, his heart was drunk, he wanted to see her cheering so much, he had never seen her smile since he came to the cottage.

He wondered what she would look like when she smiled. It must be beautiful.

The silver-haired old lady on the side saw that her son was already red, so she hurriedly urged him, took some people and horses, and the maid carried the wounded, and Chen's mother returned to the cottage.

At this time, the mountain wind was howling, and the air was still full of the smell of blood, the silver-haired old lady frowned, and Aunt Qin on the side looked sad.

"Ancestor, this is a catastrophe for us!"

The silver-haired old lady nodded silently, well, her face was very melancholy, she understood that she was afraid that this time would definitely alarm the court.

"Hurry up and take off all their flying fish suits and set them on fire, take all the knives, and don't throw any of them away."

Although the scene was cleaned up very cleanly, all the flying fish suits on the corpses were taken off and burned off one by one, and even the blood stains on the road were wiped clean with loess.

It's as if nothing had happened.

The mountain peaks were still the same, the wind was blowing through the valley, the pine waves were gusting, and only the grass and trees of those parts were blown by the wind, as if discussing with each other what had just happened.

The silver-haired old lady closed her eyes in pain, and said to Aunt Qin in a deep voice: "I am such a son, he finally saw a woman he liked, and he didn't think about tea and dinner for him, I am a mother, how can I feel good in my heart." ”

Aunt Qin on the side was also worried, at this time the overall situation has been decided, what should be done has been done, and what should not be done has been done, and it is useless to say anything now.

So, she took people with her and began to check whether there were any traces of blood and fighting on the road.

She knew perfectly well in her heart that the people of the Six Doors would never be messed with.

This can be regarded as touching the bottom line of the imperial court!

And all we can do now is try to get it back to the way it was, as if nothing had happened.

These thirty brocade guards have no way to investigate, they seem to have evaporated from the world, as if they have never been here, and they have never been to this world.

But no matter how small a thing in this world is, as long as it has happened, there must be traces.

The silver-haired old lady and Aunt Qin were leading people to search around, and there were no clues left.

But what they didn't know was that on the cliff at their feet, there was a pine tree, and Zuo Qianhu happened to hang on the branch of the tree.

He didn't die.

The big boss, the silver-haired old lady, and the conversations between Aunt Naqin and the bandits, he listened to them all in his ears.

As long as they looked down at the bottom of the cliff, they would soon find him, but unfortunately none of them leaned out to take a look.

I'm afraid that no one would have thought that someone would survive falling from such a high cliff.

In fact, it wasn't just them, they didn't think of it, and even they didn't think of it.

Beneath beneath his feet was an abyss, bottomless, and his whole body hung in the air on a branch no thicker than his thumb, like a wind chime in the wind, making the mountain wind tear back and forth and swing.

He was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, he didn't dare to look down at all, he trembled, and at that moment, he was very helpless.

He never dreamed that he would be able to be attacked by bandits even if he was escorting an old woman.

The cold sweat on his body was blown through by the mountain wind, and the whole person was like a withered leaf clinging to the cliff wall, and he didn't dare to move.

For a quarter of an hour he wanted to cry.

The abominable old lady's voice came from the cliff: "Throw all these corpses down, by the way, this dead horse!" ”

All the people he brought with him were now thrown off the top of his head by the silver-haired old lady ordering the bandits.

In an instant, more than a dozen corpses fell from him like rain, and he watched them disappear into the clouds under his feet.

I faintly heard the sound of falling water.

It turned out that there was a river at the bottom of the cliff, and thinking that this was a good way to destroy the corpses, the dead bodies were thrown into the river and floated from upstream to downstream, and the ghost knows how they died!

He was thinking wildly when suddenly a strong wind overhead suddenly came, and he quickly looked up and was shocked.

It was the corpse of the dead horse that smashed down on him in a daze, and he thought to himself, it's over.

With a click, the pine branch that hung on him was broken, and his whole body fell like a kite.

With a snap, the hard rock hit him, almost his throat and eyes were sweet, and as soon as he got up, a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

Only then did he realize that he had been thrown on a stone platform that was less than a foot wide and stretched out.

This time he was even more embarrassed.

Looking up, the people on the top of the cliff were so little, but when he looked down, although he heard the sound of rushing water, the bottom of the valley under his feet was still twenty or thirty feet below.

But here is another cliff, let alone standing up, it is difficult to even sit, he has to lie on his side, with his fingernails hard buckle the rock crevices, so as not to fall.

But how long can you last it?

There were several times when I almost gave up.

But when he thought of the dead brothers, a nameless karmic fire arose in his heart.

It's just a bunch of bandits, and they actually hurt themselves so badly.

He secretly swore that as long as he could get out of here alive, he would kill them all one by one, and kill them all, and never leave them alive.

The wind at the bottom of the cliff was stiff, cold and hard, so that he could only stick to the cliff with his whole body, as if a sharp knife was scraping his back.

He felt that he was about to hold on any longer, and the nails of his hands were all grinding and bleeding, and they were dripping down into the crevices of the rocks.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, that kind of pain, as if someone is stabbing you in the heart with a knife.

When he was about to hold on, and he didn't know how long it was, no one spoke on the top of the cliff, and he knew that they were far away.

He didn't understand why God let him live, and if he did, why did he be in such an embarrassing situation, and didn't he die in the end?

This joke God made to himself is too cruel.

No, you have to do everything you can to stick to it and do everything you can.

He secretly swore that either he would let me die a happy death, or let me save this breath and escape, and I would kill you all.

It seemed that God heard his prayer, and just when he was about to despair, suddenly, a rope hung down from the top of the cliff.

He thought he was dreaming, how could there be anyone alive, and even if he lived, it was impossible to be on the top of the cliff.

Is it really his own brother?