Muyang stabbed the master of the village with a sword, which only caused everyone to be shocked, and everyone drew out their blades one after another, and they were about to step forward to kill this sneak thief.

Seeing that this sword was about to arrive in front of his eyes, the lord of Dazhai rolled directly to the side regardless of the image, and he could dodge it, but the image was gone.

"The thief from there, everyone will kill him."

"If you dare to do it in front of us, you can't find death."

The crowd shouted and surrounded Muyang in the middle.

"Just take you to practice the sword for the master." Mu Yang unfolded the Rouyun Sword Technique, and at the same time fought with the five people, these masters who claimed to be within a hundred miles could not attack a young man's sword curtain.

There were shouts all around, many minions raised their guns and knives and rushed into the hall, Mu Yang saw that the number of people was increasing, and he had no intention of playing, and he had added strength to his hand, and a phantom body dodged the blade of several people who came over, and the sword in his hand slid up the hand of the master of the village holding the iron rod, and wiped it on the throat, directly reimbursing this guy with a meaty face.

"The lord of the village is dead." Someone screamed.

Whoosh, suddenly a few darts shot from the side, Mu Yang couldn't dodge, and his clothes were torn, but the absolute protection skill was not turned on, indicating that he did not encounter mortal danger.

The sword in Mu Yang's hand swung away from the attacking short knife, revealing the guy who fired the hidden weapon hidden behind him, who was the horse-faced man known as the eight-armed yaksha. "Compare with me and find death."

A large-caliber revolver appeared in Mu Yang's left hand, without any stagnation, and went straight to the shot, with a bang, and then looked at the eight-armed yaksha, a big blood hole had appeared on his forehead, his eyes looked ahead blankly, and then he fell straight down.

Sudden loud noise. The whole hall was silent, and then a louder shout broke out again, "Kill the thief and avenge the owner of the village." ”

"He is alone, and whoever kills him will sit on the throne of the lord of the village." Careerists began to stir up trouble at this time.

Mu Yang ran out of thoughts, and fired four shots in a row with the revolver in his hand. killed all the other cottage owners who surrounded him on the spot, which made Muyang's side empty.

"I don't have time to play with you, let's all die," Mu Yang took out a light machine gun and began to shoot at the crowd, bullets fell like a rain fall, these minions fell one after another, and for a while, this hall was like a Shura hell, with no less than 100 dead and wounded.

Finally someone broke down. yelled, "Run." The few remaining minions rushed out of the hall, and fled in all directions.

After all, Muyang is just one person, and he can't catch up with these people if they want to run, but fortunately, there are not many people, so let them go.

Glancing at the hall, the blood flowed like a river, I couldn't stay here anymore, the smell of blood was too strong. Mu Yang walked towards the door, suddenly. He found that under a seat, there was a figure hiding, and it was still shivering, which made Mu Yang realize that he just wanted to shoot to death, and suddenly thought that he still wanted to save people. Always find someone to lead the way.

"If you don't want to die, get out of it yourself." Mu Yang shouted in a low voice.

"Hero, spare my life, I'm just an ordinary person." Out from under the chair came a thin old man, with a mustache, who looked weak.

"You're an ordinary person, it's a joke. When I'm a fool, it seems that I can't leave you, so I'd better send you on my way. Mu Yang said and took out a long sword to stab down.

The old man was so frightened that he knelt down directly, and said loudly: "I said that I am a military advisor on the mountain, and sometimes I am also a langzhong." ”

"Langzhong, are you the old boss in the mouth of the thieves?" Muyang suddenly remembered the conversation between the third son and the cook in the inn, saying that the old man in the cottage was the most powerful sweat medicine.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and he wondered why this murderer even knew his name.

As soon as Mu Yang saw the old man's performance, he knew that he was right. "The sweat medicine you have is very powerful, I don't know how many people have been poured by the medicine, and your sins are not a little less than those bandits."

"Daxia spares my life, I was originally just a doctor in the rivers and lakes, but I was caught by a bandit, and I joined the gang, and it was not my intention to be a bandit." The old man wailed.

Mu Yang didn't care if it was his intention or not, now he was interested in the old man's sweat pills, and finally forced the old man to take out a large package of configured sweat pills and put them in the space, and learned how to use them, but they were more powerful, and they could control the coma for a few hours, even if they were those anesthesiologists in modern time and space, it was estimated that it was at this level.

Of course, the old man's prescription for sweat medicine Muyang also learned, is it prepared?

"Take me to the place where you robbed those women, if you dare to play tricks, you will directly break this old bone of yours and feed it to the dogs." Muyang got the benefit, so he still got down to business.

"Yes, I will be obedient."

"Lead the way."

The old man trembled and led Mu Yang through a low wooden house, which should be the room where those minions lived, and came to a mountain wall, there was an iron door on the mountain wall, but it was confined at the moment.

"Open." Mu Yang commanded.

"This young man, this iron gate is made of fine iron, there are only two keys, usually only open when you enter and exit, one is in the leader on duty, and the other is in the master of the village, I don't have the key." The old man said.

If you don't have a key, do you have to go back and find it, it's really troublesome.

Mu Yang took out a few thin wires from the space, which he had prepared before, put the wires into the keyhole, used the lockpicking skill, and the two wires were carefully searched in the keyhole, gently dialed, clicked, and the iron door was opened.

However, at the moment of opening the door, a long knife suddenly stabbed out of the crack in the door, Muyang hurriedly raised his head, and the long knife slashed next to Muyang's neck, almost hurting Muyang.

Mu Yang was angry in his heart, and the long sword was handed in directly, only to hear a sound inside, obviously it was a sword. Muyang opened the iron door, revealing the space, took out a pistol, and shot continuously at the several figures gathered at the door, until none of them were standing.

"It's really damn to sneak attack uncle, and you are an old immortal, you dare to yin me, it seems that you don't feel uncomfortable if you don't give you a little bitterness." After Mu Yang finished speaking, he directly clicked a few acupoints on the old man.

The old man fell to the ground with a snort and began to roll, and after a while, the snot and tears all came down, and the pulse was intercepted, and the pain was incomparable.

"Young man spare his life, I don't dare anymore." The old man finally uttered a complete sentence, which was to beg for mercy.

Untied the acupoint and pulled the old man into the gate, this was originally a cave, but it was later transformed into this, the space inside was very large, and it was divided into many areas, and in these areas, Mu Yang saw a miserable image.

Prison cages made of thick wooden sticks held many women, most of them disheveled, haggard, and some dying. The sound of sobbing came from time to time, and in another cage, there were many young children, ranging from three or four years old to ten years old, these children all looked at Muyang with frightened eyes, but no one dared to make a sound.

They were scared of being beaten, and as long as someone dared to cry loudly, it would definitely be the end of a whip.

Mu Yang lifted the old man up, his face was like ice cubes, stared at the old man and asked, "What are you doing to catch so many women and children." ”

The old man hadn't recovered at the moment, so he could only say weakly, "Sell." ”

"Didn't give it to whom?"

"Those dignitaries and nobles in the capital are slaves, concubines, or sacrifices."

What a cold word, there are even sacrifices, is it true that the Mongols are still using living sacrifices, I really can't believe it.

However, Muyang once read some information, saying that the Mongolian nobles back then had the habit of drinking virgin blood, and I don't know if it is true.

Mu Yang threw the old man aside, picked up the long sword in his hand, aimed at those cage locks and slashed down, and after a few white lights, those locks fell to the ground.

"Folks, you have been rescued, take your family and children, and go down the mountain by yourself."

Everyone began to disbelieve themselves, but some people ran to the place where the children were held, found their children and hugged them and cried bitterly, and then tried to walk, and found that it was indeed true, not a dream, so someone came to thank Muyang, and then helped him out of this hell on earth.

"Do you know where the treasure trove is?" Mu Yang dragged the old man up and asked. (To be continued.) )