Three days later, the old man Feng lived.

The food that Uka brought back three days ago was almost wiped out, and thanks to Ukka, they were able to eat so delicious these days, and this was also the fullest meal for everyone in the hut in so many days, and several people also asked Uka where he got these things, and Uka only smiled and did not answer. So everyone speculated, but they were just stuffy in their hearts, after all, even if these things were stolen, they were stolen for themselves to eat, and if they wanted to blame, everyone was to blame.

Only Old Man Feng, as always, just told Wuka a few words and asked him to pay attention to safety, and he didn't ask any more questions.

At night, the hut was snoring, but Uka couldn't sleep.

Today is the appointed day, the other day has been a sunny day, so the day has been delayed to today. It's only midnight, it's not too late, and Uka has to wait until the second half of the night, which is when people are most sleepy, and only then will he go and open the gate by himself, and the chance of being found will be reduced.

Wuka turned over again, but met the kind eyes of the old man Feng, the old man Feng slowly got up, looked at Wuka, and asked him, "Wuka, what's wrong with you these days?" Grandpa always thinks that you have something hidden in your heart, what is it? Can I talk to my grandfather? ”

Uka also sat up, but only scratched his head, and after a while, he held back a sentence, "It's okay." ”

"Are you really okay?" Old Man Feng asked again.

"It's really okay, grandpa, you don't have to worry about it, go to bed early." Uka turned his head and lay down again, no longer looking into the eyes of the old man.

Old Man Feng was helpless, sighed softly, then patted Wuka's arm, and said kindly, "If there is anything, no matter how big or small, don't hold it in your heart, it will suffocate people, you tell grandpa, grandpa won't tell others, maybe he can give you ideas." ”

Seeing that Wuka didn't speak, Old Man Feng was stunned for a while before shaking his head and lying down with his clothes closed.

On the other side, tears were slowly streaming down Wuka's face, and he was biting his lip tightly to keep himself from crying.

"Thank you, Grandpa." He whispered in his heart.

......

Two hours later, Uka suddenly opened his eyes, there was still snoring around him, and the old man Feng had already fallen asleep, Uka got up cautiously, he turned his head, stared at the face of the old man Feng for a long time, and then slowly turned around, tiptoed to the door of the hut, opened the door of the house, and gently closed the door.

Outside the house, there is silence, only the occasional cricket and dog barking from the air, the clouds in the sky are very thick, there are no stars, even the moon has already hidden behind the clouds, saying that he does not want to show his face, it seems that soon, at least before dawn, there will be a heavy rain to Yunshenzhai.

At this time, even the patrols could not be seen, and as far as the eye could see, there were only sporadic torches lit on the wall, as well as near the gate, and the guards were probably drowsy.

Uka took nothing, dressed only in a thin shirt, and stepped into the darkness.

His steps were extremely brisk, and if it weren't for the fact that it was too dark for him to see the way clearly, he would have already begun to run wildly. Everywhere he passed, he could hear the faint snoring coming from the room, and the only thing that accompanied him was the sound of a drum-like heartbeat.

He was excited, and he was afraid, excited because if he let those people outside the stockade in, he would be able to avenge his brother, and he was afraid because he might die.

He had heard that some people said that "it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years", but he can't wait for ten years, ten years later, maybe he will be the same as his younger brother, and he will become a pile of white bones underground, and now, the best opportunity is in front of him, if he can't catch it, he may never have such a chance in the future.

He has always been such a paranoid and stubborn, self-esteem is too strong to be able to do it, Xie Fu Feng Thunder took away his only relative, if it wasn't for the old man Feng to stop him, maybe he would rush up, even if he would be cut his throat by one of the Seven Tigers.

After walking for a while, Uka suddenly saw a firelight, a pair of patrolling samurai.

Without thinking, he half-crouched down, walked to a room, and straightened up again, clinging to the wall.

Until that

The drowsy samurai walked past him before he stepped out again and ran away lightly.

Turning the alley in front of you, even if you enter the relocation area, come here, it can be regarded as a real "silence", there is no sound around the quiet, except for the sound of heartbeat, there is only the sound of whirring wind, and even the sound of crickets that can be heard everywhere can not be heard here, probably because of the dislike of the fall here, unwilling to stay here longer.

Wuka tightened his thin clothes, quickened his pace, and walked two hundred steps further, turning an alley, and he could see the gate of the village.

Fifty paces from the gate, the rain suddenly fell without warning.

It was a rare heavy rain, as if an immortal was pouring rainwater from the sky on the ground, but in the blink of an eye, Uka was drenched in soup, but he only dared to hide next to the bushes next to the wall, and did not dare to go any further.

Will this sudden rain wake up the sleeping guards?

Could the people outside the stockade who claimed to be the warriors of the Wind and Thunder Village have already left?

The sound of the rain drowned out the sound of Wuka's heartbeat, he listened carefully to the sound of the rain, the sound of the rain hitting his body and face, he suddenly felt a little timid in his heart, he was afraid, he didn't dare to take even one step forward.

Because...... That's going to die.

On the other side of the wall, the eight hundred dead soldiers of the Wind and Thunder Village were already ready, they only wore leather armor, not even iron rattan armor, the knife was already in their hands, and the scabbard was thrown aside by them, all of which were to reduce the sound they might make.

The rain kept hitting them, washing their knives over and over again, and they crouched in place, not moving, like statues carved out of stone.

"Head, what you said about that kid, is it reliable or not?" One of the samurai suddenly asked, he was using his usual voice, and only with this sound could he barely be drowned out by the chaotic sound of rain.

"Kid, how can I make it clear?" The leader of the dead soldier is not sure, he just obeys the orders given to him by his superiors, as for whether the child is reliable or not, how can he tell clearly?

There was no rain for the first three days, and they didn't go out, and the fourth day was the agreed day, and it was raining today, this rain was the best and most natural cover for the surprise attack, and it would be a pity if you couldn't catch it at such a good time.

"Keep an eye on the gate," the voice of the leader of the dead suddenly became louder, and he roared, "Give me a little more energy, whether it is successful or not, it is just to see tonight!" ”

The eyes of the dead widened, and none of them answered him, and the only thing that answered him was the never-ending rumor of the wind.

......

Uka gasped for air, the fear in his heart was widened by the sound of the wind and rain and the darkness of the night, and it was almost impossible to break his psychological defenses.

It was at this time that he suddenly touched the wooden figure in his arms.

This wooden man has always been carried by him, because Uka always felt that carrying this wooden man was like taking his younger brother with him, as if the brothers had never been separated, and the younger brother had not died.

Yes, my brother...... He died, Uka suddenly began to cry silently, tears mixed with rain slid down his face, he did not say a word, took out the wooden man from his arms, put it in his hand and rubbed it gently, he tried to keep his eyes open, trying to see the wooden man in the dark night.

"I'm sorry, brother," Uka said hoarsely as he suddenly pressed the wooden figure against his forehead, "how can I be afraid? That's ...... The only chance to avenge you, I'm sorry! Brother, I'll go. ”

As he spoke, Uka suddenly stood up, he walked forward step by step in the mud, as if he didn't care about the sound he made, at this moment, in his heart, it seemed that even if he was discovered, even if he died, it was not so important.

In just fifty paces, Uka seemed to have walked for a long, long time, he was panting heavily, the mud had already splashed all over him, and his current appearance seemed to be rolling through the mud.

The firelight was already close at hand, but he didn't stop, and Uka took another step forward, stepping into the range of the firelight.

There was no imaginary samurai interrogation, and no samurai rioted and killed, in front of the west gate, the twelve samurai guarding the gate were all there

Drunk unconscious.

The fire flickered under the wall, and Uka could even smell the smell of wine that had not yet been blown away by the wind, and he looked at the wine jar that had fallen to the ground, and looked at the motionless samurai, and suddenly he couldn't help laughing, laughing without scruples, not afraid to surprise the sleeping samurai, in fact, even if he shouted in their ears, he couldn't wake up these samurai who were sleeping like dead pigs.

Uka didn't stop any longer, he restrained his laughter, walked straight to the front of the gate, and then lifted the heavy deadbolt with all his might.

The deadbolt was heavier than expected, but fortunately, it wasn't the kind that couldn't be shaken at all.

With all his strength, Uka finally lifted the deadbolt up a crack, but as soon as he lost his strength, the deadbolt immediately returned to its original position.

What to do? Could it be that today's opportunity will fall short because of his lack of strength?

Uka spun around in place, he kept pacing with his waist crossed, and suddenly, he saw the knives on the waists of those warriors, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a solution.

He untied all the swords from the samurai's waists, brought them to the gate, and placed them in front of him, and then held the knife in his left hand, no longer with both hands, but with his shoulder, and with his right hand at the same time, he finally lifted the deadbolt up a slit, and then he immediately shoved the knife into the small gap, but no more, no less, just right.

In this way, Uka used this method to stuff a total of twelve knives under the deadbolt, and the deadbolt was almost padded, and with one more force, Uka could completely get the deadbolt off the door.

"Yikes!!" For the last time, Uka used his head and hands to finally push the deadbolt off the door.

The first to fall was the knives that served as the backing board, and those knives crackled and fell to the ground, one of which also scratched Wuka's hand, and then the heavy deadbolt, the deadbolt did not fall completely, but the end of the Wuka cushion fell off the door, and the other end was still stuck on the door, but even so, the moment the deadbolt fell to the ground, there was still a lot of movement.

Uka was startled, he subconsciously turned around, only to see that the warriors seemed to be still asleep, and a few of them were still dreaming, and then turned over slightly, as if no one had heard the sound just now.

No way! I need to hurry.

Wuka gritted his teeth, ignoring the wound on his hand, and pushed the half of the gate again. Pushing the door is not easier than getting the bolt down just now, but fortunately, the door will not go backwards, as long as you try a few more times, you can completely open the door.

Because of the rain, the ground near the gate is also a lot wet, and the wet soil will be squeezed into a pile when the door is pushed, which will increase the difficulty of pushing the gate open, but also reduce the sound of opening the gate, but there is one thing that will never be eliminated - that is, the slight vibration from the ground.

The door was finally opened, although it was not enough for anyone to pass through, but the light could be transmitted through this gap, which was also an indirect signal, informing those Wind and Thunder Village warriors who were waiting outside, the gate of the village, had been opened.

"Head! You see! Light, it's light! The gate is open! A samurai shouted excitedly.

The leader of the dead soldiers was stunned, he didn't expect that child to be so powerful and able to open the gate of the village, he got up excitedly and yelled, "Charge with me!" ”

Wuka pushed the gate of the village with difficulty, and suddenly heard the shouting and killing sound from outside the gate of the village, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it turned out that they didn't leave, but he didn't notice that behind him, a warrior suddenly shook his head and stood up.

The warrior shook his head vigorously, he had not yet fully recovered from his drunken state, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a child standing in front of the open gate, with a foolish smile on his face.

"Finesse!" The warrior roared, he subconsciously drew his sword, but he took a moment, looked closely, only to find that everyone's knives were thrown on the ground, and he didn't have time to pick up the knife, he directly pounced on it and strangled Ukka's neck with his arm.

Uka wanted to escape, but the crack in the door was not enough to get out by himself, and there was the samurai behind him, so he suddenly gave up, and he was strangled by the samurai like that, and he didn't struggle, because his strength had just been exhausted.

Breathing became more and more difficult, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally, he closed his eyes.

"Brother, I'm here to accompany you." He muttered to himself.