Then he looked at the place where his mother had fallen. He looked up again and took one last look at the hatch that was high above.

The boy jumped off the boulder and walked straight to the bulkhead. With his back against the bulkhead, he pedaled hard. A small body, full rush. Stepping on the boulder and flying up, the angry fist blasted out!

Bang!

The hatch was blasted out of a huge hole with a punch.

Before the strength of the fist was gone, half of his body had rushed out of the deck.

When falling, use your fingers full of wooden thorns to grab the edge. The boy gritted his teeth and climbed to the middle deck. Like the bilge, the middle deck was also tethered to the Qiang elders. The people around looked at the little boy who broke out of the cabin with frightened and numb eyes.

This deck is in much better condition than the bilge. Bright, airy and dry. The boy took a few sharp breaths, looked up again, and saw that the wooden ladder leading to the upper deck had been removed. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the wooden thorns from his hand, and walked to the nearest ballast stone.

"Will the afterlife make a knife?" The voice came from behind him. It's an old man with a bright head.

"Does the old man have a knife?" The boy walked over and asked.

"Hairpin on the head, take it off and take a look." The Qiang man laughed.

The young man reached out and took it off, and wiped the black ash off his sleeve, which turned out to be a long, narrow dagger with cold light. The dagger has a counter-blade on the side to prevent slipping.

"That's where the thieves are. If it moves as before, it will be discovered. Lao Suo snorted at the hatch that had been shattered by the boy.

"Oh!" The boy nodded.

"Untie my girdle." Lao Su said again.

The boy untied the old man's girdle again. When I opened it, it was a slender hemp rope.

No more questions. This is skillfully tied to the handle of the dagger. Weighing the weight, the boy threw it with all his might.

But I saw a cold light shoot out. The dagger sank straight into the handle. It is inserted into the edge of the hatch cover.

The old man of the Qiang nationality lit up: "Good posterity!" ”

The boy paused. Determine the load-bearing capacity. This is like an ape, and it climbs quickly. With one hand, he lifted the hatch cover slightly.

When I looked out, there was no one around.

It fell straight down the rope and down to the bilge. As he walked through the hole, he stopped and said to the old man, "Old man, later." I'll save my mother first, and then I'll save you. ”

"No, I don't. The old man is dying, so why drag down your mother and son. After life and self-deed, you only need to tell what you see and hear. It's a great achievement. Lao Su laughed.

"Hmm!" The boy fell into the bilge and hurried back to his mother. He broke the shackles and tied his mother behind his back with a linen cloth. The mother's handcuffed hands also passed through her neck and rested on her chest. I tried it and made sure it wouldn't fall. So he carried his mother on his back and climbed up the rope. I tried several times in a row, but I couldn't catch it. He is too young and has limited strength. How can I climb myself with my mother.

After thinking for a moment, he put his mother down first. He also tied his mother's handcuffs to one end of the rope. In order to prevent the wrists from being worn out, the handcuffs were also carefully wrapped in linen. I climbed up to the middle deck first, and then worked with Lao Su to pull my mother up.

"What about it?" The old man asked breathlessly. Unlike the unsatisfactory shackles of the bilge. The shackles in the middle cabin were very heavy. Unable to rip off. Lao Suo sat on the ground, and it was difficult to move. Further down the upper deck, there is nothing to help.

The young man said, "Wait for me to go up first, and then drag my mother out." ”

"Be careful." Lao Suo admonished.

The teenager moves his hands and feet first. Climb the rope to the top of the cabin. One hand lifted the hatch cover, and the foot hooked the edge of the upper deck. With both hands and feet, he moved out like a gecko. After making sure that there was no one, he flipped over the hatch, leaned over and shook the handle of the knife several times, pulling the dagger out.

Swing the knife to cut the rope and hold the dagger in your mouth. Dragged the hemp rope hard, lifting the unconscious mother inch by inch.

All the captives watched silently as the boy and his mother escaped from their cages. But no one spoke. The inability to break free from the shackles is one thing. The Northland is unfamiliar with the place, and there is nowhere to escape. Therefore, all hopes are pinned on the mother and son.

Only the two of them escaped and returned to their hometown. to bring the message back. As long as they know their whereabouts, the warriors of the clan will do their best to save their families.

Climbing on the deck, I found that at some point, the paddle steamer set off again.

I saw the wheels turning, chopping the waves. The deck was empty. It's as if the boat can propel itself.

The Han family machine ship is really intimidating.

It was seen from afar, and the Qiang people drove their flocks to hide. Not to mention riding, even if you get close, you are trembling.

The embankments on both sides are towering and full of purple flowers. Look far away. The ridges are like a chessboard. The water and sky are the same color, and the green seedlings are like grass. There are also waterfowl and pheasants scattered in flocks, and koi fish swim in between. The water is as clear as an orchid. Why take a deep breath. The refreshing fragrance of water foam is constantly drilling into the nostrils.

Looking around at the sassy and tough Sanfu style, the very different northland style. The boy had a momentary loss of consciousness.

"What's wrong with your mother?" A voice came from behind him. The warm breath seems to hit the pinna. The young man's eyes were cracked, and he grabbed the dagger he spit out with his backhand and turned back suddenly.

But there was no one to be seen.

"I'm here." A half-grown boy about his age was sitting on the railing of the second floor of the stern.

"Who are you?" The boy shook the dagger. Thinking about whether to do it first.

The young man pointed to his mother who had passed out behind him and said, "Is your mother sick?" ”

"Yes!" The boy hurriedly put the dagger behind his back.

"That's right." Hanging Erlang stretched his waist, and the strange boy jumped down and landed steadily: "This ship is heading for Xilin Port." Lousang Medical Museum Doctor Hua can rejuvenate with wonderful hands. In terms of medical skills, there is no one in the Northland. ”

"Really?!" The young man's eyes were full of brilliance.

"Be a hundred true." The strange boy smiled and clenched his fists: "Pan Zhang'er." ”

"Horse ...... Foal. The boy returned the favor.

"There are still people in the world called Pony?" The boy surnamed Pan was very happy.

"You Pan Zhang'er is no better." The boy spoke angrily.

The young man surnamed Pan waved his hand again and again, and only then did he defend himself: "I thought that there were only two extremely ugly names in this world. Unexpectedly, you are the third. ”

"Who else?" The boy asked.

Pan Zhang'er pouted behind the young man. The young man turned his head sharply, but saw a young man who was slowly retracting his bow, and grinned at him: "Zhu Badger." ”

"......" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed maniacally.

Pan Zhang'er, Ma Ju'er, Zhu Badger'er.

It's really hard to hear!

The three of them worked together to carry the mother up the ship.

Ma Ju'er then asked, "Can Dr. Hua really cure my mother?" ”

Pan Zhang'er nodded and said, "Don't worry." ”

Zhu Badger also persuaded: "Yes, don't worry." If Dr. Hua can't cure it, no one in the world can cure it anymore. ”

The foal couldn't help but get angry: "Are you also comforting words!" ”

"I'm telling the truth." Zhu Badger smiled and scratched her head: "I naturally hope that your mother is well." ”

"By the way, Pony Son, why is your face so white? And your eyeballs, how can they still be colorful? Is your hair scorched by the torches? ”

"Pan Zhang'er, you talk too much."