The village chief's house.

Old Jack was lying in a pool of blood, his abdomen wounded by a sharp object, and a hole was broken, as deep as an index finger.

He clutched the wound tightly with one hand, hoping to close it, but the blood kept spilling from between his fingers, and as the wound worsened, Old Jack's face became paler.

Obviously, he was already angry, but Old Jack was worried about the safety of his grandson Yang Ming, so he was stunned and didn't swallow the last breath.

The potential of human beings is unimaginable, and there was once a newspaper report that a grandmother in her sixties saw her grandson being run over by the wheels, and actually lifted the car with one hand and rescued her grandson under the wheels with the other.

At this moment, Old Jack is in this state.

When he was dying, Old Jack was empty-eyed, his vision was already blurred, but he faintly heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears:

"Grandpa, you must not be fine!"

This is...... This is Yang Ming's voice!

Old Jack struggled to lift his eyelids, due to excessive blood loss, the retina reflected Yang Ming's shadows, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Seeing that his grandfather came to his senses, Yang Ming was overjoyed in his heart, and instructed Tang San and Xiao Wu:

"You go to my bedroom to see if the guqin I bought was burned by the fire, if it can still be used, bring it to me quickly!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu both knew that Yang Ming was able to heal his injuries by playing music, and seeing that Old Jack's life was hanging by a thread, he didn't dare to delay at the moment, and immediately rushed into the bedroom that had been burned black.

Old Jack's cloudy eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, his breath was ethereal, his chapped lips opened and closed up and down, and he made a sound as thin as a mosquito:

Yang ...... Yang ming. ”

Yang Ming was shocked in his heart, held Old Jack's hand tightly, and said with a cry:

"Grandpa, I'm here, don't talk now, I'll definitely save you!"

Old Jack didn't know that Yang Ming still had the ability to heal other people's injuries, so he only thought that Yang Ming was comforting him.

"No...... You're leaving...... The village ...... "Even if death is imminent, Old Jack still thinks about Yang Ming's safety, "Go...... The farther it goes...... The better......"

Feeling the temperature in his grandfather's palm getting lower and lower, Yang Ming lowered his head, and tears fell uncontrollably.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick, but he hasn't reached the sad place!

Cold eyes ticked on the back of Old Jack's hand, a tanned and thin hand with calluses on the palms of which were all traces of previous work in the fields.

"No, grandpa, I don't want to leave you!"

"Silly...... The ......light in Old Jack's eyes became more and more dim, but there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, "Are you ...... Grandpa's ...... Proud...... Listen...... Words ......"

The voice grew low until Old Jack closed his eyes.

At this moment, Tang San came out with a half-burned xylophone and handed it to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming pursed his lips, tried his best to suppress the sadness in his heart, stretched out a finger, put it on the tip of Old Jack's nose to test, and he was no longer breathing.

However, Yang Ming remembered hearing before that after a person is out of breath, it does not mean death, as long as there is still a little heartbeat, maybe he can be saved.

Yang Ming's ears lay on his grandfather's chest and listened carefully.

Tang San and Xiao Wu stood aside, holding their breath, not daring to move, for fear of disturbing Yang Ming.

One second, two seconds......

Every second was a torment for Yang Ming.

When it was twenty-eight seconds, a slight heartbeat sound that could almost ignore the past came into Yang Ming's ears, which was tantamount to the sound of heaven!

"There is still salvation!"

Yang Ming felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and instructed Tang San and Xiao Wu:

"You guys are guarding me, don't let anyone disturb me!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu nodded heavily, guarding the windows and doorways, vigilantly scanning the situation outside.

Yang Ming lowered his head, looked at the guqin that was half burned black, stroked it gently, and let out a soft sound, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

Although some of the guqin burned out, it is still usable.

As long as he can use it, he can play Cai Wenji's song of forgetting worries.

The fingertips touch the strings, and the sound of the jingling and pleasing sound of the piano seems to relieve the sorrows of the world.

With the movement of the musical notes, a green light emerged, the light was soft, refreshing, and with a very comfortable atmosphere, it fell on Old Jack's aged body.

It's just that the difficulty of pulling Old Jack back from before the door of death is obviously beyond Yang Ming's expectations.

Five seconds passed, Yang Ming only treated Old Jack's injury, and there was a wisp of breath on the tip of Old Jack's nose, but he was still very weak.

In desperation, Yang Ming had no choice but to play again.

Today, most of the Holy Soul Village was destroyed in the fire, and hundreds of corpses were displayed on the road, including men, women and children.

A black rider with gold wire trim on the side of black armor, draped in a black coat, is obviously the leader of these black riders, and in the mask where the black helmet falls, a pair of eyes like a cold well in Gutan are revealed, and his gaze is very cold, facing the other black riders:

"What about the target person? Did you find it? ”

"Found it."

"What about others?"

"Lost it."

"Rubbish!"

With that, the leader of the black knights raised a finger and gently poked the forehead of the black knight who spoke, but the other party did not have any resistance at all, leaving a hole in his forehead, and the corpse fell to the ground, bleeding all over the ground.

Spicy! Ruthless!

If Yang Ming were here, he would find that it was very similar to the wound on his grandfather, Old Jack, on his abdomen.

The leader of the Black Knights is irritated, they are a mercenary group called Blackwater.

Of course, looking at their way of doing things, you can see that their mercenary group is not doing a legitimate business.

Although it is not a well-known large-scale mercenary group in Douluo Continent, but with its ruthless and unscrupulous style of doing things, the Blackwater Mercenary Group can be regarded as well-known in some dark sides.

The leader of the Black Cavalry is the leader of the Blackwater Mercenary Regiment.

Just as the head of the Black Water Regiment was feeling irritated about the loss of Yang Ming's whereabouts, a vague sound of the piano came from a distance.

"There's ......"

Looking in the direction from which the sound of the piano came, the head of the Heishui regiment flashed in his eyes and recognized it as the village chief's house.

The head of the Black Water Regiment immediately turned on his horse and beckoned to the regrouped Black Horsemen:

"Come with me!"

The whip was thrown fiercely, and the black horse under the seat was in pain, and let out a neighing sound, and the four hooves violently exerted force, and ran as fast as the wind.

"Click, click, click......"

Hearing the familiar sound of horses' hooves from far and near, Tang San and Xiao Wu, who were protecting Yang Ming's Dharma, changed their faces suddenly.

The two of them stood at the door of the house that was close to collapse, and looked up, and at the end of the road there were first huge horses' heads, then cavalrymen in black armor, and a hundred black horsemen raised a noisy flying dust behind them.

Arrogance!

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