Zhang Mu coughed incessantly, burst into tears, and was also smoked by his own tear gas.

In the confusion, he suddenly heard a loud noise, and in a trance, he saw two people coming in from the back window, one of them put him on his shoulder, and then went out of the window.

In the bump, Zhang Mu felt that he was thrown out of the window, and someone outside the window answered, so he directly picked him up and put it on his shoulder and left.

The guards behind the ancestral hall fell in a pool of blood.

There was a fuss just now, most of the troops were hit in the front yard, and behind the ancestral hall was a small courtyard stacked with sundries, which could only accommodate a few people, and outside the backyard, there was a steep slope.

These people climbed over the wall and slid down the rope that had been laid out long ago, and this steep slope led to the back mountain and river beach, but because it was steep, there was no road, so no one noticed here.

Zhang Mu gasped in pain, his eyes couldn't open, he only felt the wind whistling in his ears, and finally he was thrown to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw three masked men carrying him onto a sailboat, and Zhang Mu's heart sank suddenly.

Huang Qianhu and their boats were all burned, and they couldn't catch up even if they wanted to chase at this moment, besides, they were still halfway up the mountain, and when they came down, the boat would have already gone away.

Zhang Mu got up desperately at the moment and rushed towards the side of the boat, as long as he jumped into the river, there was still a glimmer of life.

However, at this time, he suddenly felt that his leg was tripped by something, and he suddenly fell to the ground eating.

When a few strong men came up, they held him down, and then tied him to the mast.

As the canvas rose, the boat slowly left the river bank and went down the Fuchun River.

Zhang Mu looked at Tongjun Mountain farther and farther away in despair, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Huang Qianhu and they didn't have a boat, and they couldn't catch up if they wanted to.

Moreover, there is no advanced communication equipment in this era, and no one else can count on it, and whether or not you can survive depends on yourself now.

At this time, the black-clothed man who held Zhang Mu hostage walked in front of Zhang Mu, kicked Zhang Mu fiercely and said, "Lord Zhang, in order to arrest you, but I have taken great pains, and when I wait until tonight, I will use your blood to pay tribute to our brothers of the Ming Sect." ”

Zhang Mu was kicked by the heart, and he almost lost his breath in pain, looked up at the man in black in front of him and sneered: "There are many people who want to kill me, but in the end, none of them survived." ”

At this moment, the man in black slowly took off his veil, revealing a peerless alluring appearance.

Zhang Mu glanced at it and was stunned for a moment.

Although Zhang Mu had long expected that this person must be the woman outside the post station that day, he should have glanced at her eyes in the ancestral hall just now, and Zhang Mu decided that it was her.

Those eyes, deep and quiet, like a pool of autumn water, and full of aura, as if they could speak, made Zhang Mu deeply impressed, but that day was just a glimpse, I didn't see her face, and I only saw her face at this moment.

She wears a black headscarf, long hair is shrouded in, and she wears a night-walking suit with a wood texture, which makes her tall, convex and backward.

The beautiful facial lines outline a beautiful suffocating face, the skin is as white as jade, revealing a healthy flush, and the delicate facial features make people feel that she does not stir up dust, like a fairy dripping from nine days.

Zhang Mu has seen a lot of beauties in his past and present lives, but none of them have a woman's appearance that can be compared with the woman in front of him, they are also human, but when she is like this, she really sighs that when God created people, she was still eccentric.

But now is not the time to look at beauties, the more beautiful the woman, the more vicious she is, Zhang Mu sneered: "Demon girl, it's really you." ”

The corners of Han Yuyan's bright red mouth swayed with a smile, it was really a smile that captivated the city, and then smiled at the country, and suddenly made the beautiful mountains and rivers around him lose their color.

"I didn't expect you to be young and brave. Just now in the ancestral hall, I almost made you plot. However, if the heavens want to accept you, no one can save you. If you dare to go against my Mingjiao, there is only one dead end. Han Yuyan sneered.

"I said girl, you are also young, so you pretend to be a ghost all day long, I think you are sick and need to be treated!"

Just didn't wait for Zhang Mu to finish speaking, Han Yuyan kicked Zhang Mu again, and Zhang Mu felt a sweet throat when he kicked it, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Carry him to the cabin for me to watch. Tonight, open the altar and offer it! With that, she waved her sleeves and headed for the cabin.

Immediately, several people came over to untie Zhang Mu from the mast, pouted his mouth, directly covered it with a sack, and carried it down to the cabin.

After going down the steps and being thrown to the ground, Zhang Mu could only smell a fishy smell, and the boat docked in less than two hours after drifting.

Because he was in a sack, he didn't know where he went, and then he was thrown into the carriage and bumped all the way.

Zhang Mu was trapped so strong that he couldn't move, and there were people next to him, as long as he struggled a little harder, someone would kick him.

There is also a dagger on his body, but there is no way to take it out.

And the tear gas was made one, and it was a semi-finished product, as time passed minute by minute, Zhang Mu understood in his heart that the hope of living was getting slimmer and slimmer.

Finally, after a few hours, he was carried down and thrown to the ground.

I heard messy footsteps on the ground, and I didn't know what these Mingjiao people were busy with.

Half an hour later, Zhang Mu was helped up, and finally untied the sack, and then loosened the black cloth covering his eyes, and several bonfires came into view.

I looked around and felt desperate.

It's a col and it looks like it's going to be very remote.

Zhang Mu was pushed to the side of the improvised altar stake, and then tied to it.

The sun and moon flags of the Ming Sect around them waved in the wind, making a hunting sound, and Zhang Mu saw that there were more than 30 people around, with solemn expressions, all of them fierce and vicious.

Han Yuyan sat on the opposite side of the altar, and in front of her, she was dressed in white, dusty, and matched with her peerless appearance, she did look a little fairy.

At this time, Han Yuyan slowly stood up, and with a wave of her hand, two strong men with upper bodies carried a long case.

The long table was filled with various sacrificial vessels made of copper and iron, and under the firelight, a faint cold light was emitted.

When Zhang Mu saw this, he knew that he was in a catastrophe today.

At this moment, Han Yuyan crossed her hands on her chest, bowed her head and said: "The holy light is not extinguished, and the light will last forever." ”

Then he opened his arms and said, "Burn the evil spirits and eliminate the evil for the good." The holy fire is blazing, and the blood sacrifices the loyal soul. ”

Suddenly, the people around them fell to their knees like demons, shouting in their mouths: "The holy fire is blazing, and the blood sacrifices the loyal soul." ”

At this time, an executioner wrapped his whole body in white cloth like a mummy walked up to the long case, picked up a dagger, and slowly came towards Zhang Mu.