Wu Jin was lying in his clothes, and immediately got up when the signal rushed to the sky, stood sideways in the door, opened a crack, and looked out through the crack in the door.

Everywhere he looked, it was dark, Wang Jinghua scolded and opened the door, scolded the little girl for sleeping like a dead man, and forgot to carry the toilet for him.

Suddenly a crack opened in the gate, and the firelight that belonged to the outside rushed in, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the path from the front door to the front yard.

The sudden light made Wang Jinghua stand still, he looked at the door curiously, Wu Jin suddenly opened the door, dragged him into the house, and at the same time covered his mouth, his voice was hoarse: "Don't speak, a thief is coming!" ”

Then he tried to close the door, but it was too late, the door was completely opened, and the thieves walked in through the gate, and in the light of the fire, pulled out a group of fierce shadows.

With a bang, the newly renovated gate closed again, isolating the pavilion from the world.

At the same time as the door rang, the door sleeping in the duty room woke up and struggled out: "Who ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, a man in black stepped forward and slashed him to the ground.

The humid air suddenly filled the air with a thick smell of blood.

Although Wu Jin is poor, he has always lived a peaceful life, even if he has been shocked twice in Mofu, he has never seen this kind of direct ferocity and ruthlessness, splashing scarlet blood.

The tabloid newspapers are far less thrilling than they are at the moment.

He grabbed Wang Jinghua tightly, his body tightened, his fingers were almost embedded in Wang Jinghua's flesh, he even felt that Wang Jinghua was very calm, motionless, only his two eyes were round, and his nose couldn't help moving.

Then, a breath of urine came out of Wang Jinghua's body, mixed with the sticky bloody gas, and rushed straight to the end of Wu Jin's nose.

Wu Jin let go of the hand covering his mouth, and he immediately fell down, and all his strength fell into Wu Jin's hands.

"Thief ......" he opened his mouth, and the sound of the spurt was so small that only he could hear it.

Wu Jin dragged him heavily, seeing that the bandits were divided into three groups, and the least group was only four people, staying in the front yard to exterminate this group of powerless students.

The four people began to search door to door, according to the rare screams, and the classmates who were still eating with them and watching the excitement during the day quickly became ghosts, Wu Jin subconsciously took a step back, and at the same time, he also heard the sound of blades in the backyard.

There's a Yin Nan in the backyard!

But there is only one Yin Nan.

"Leaf!" He cried out in his heart.

The sound of dragging the knife under the corridor was getting closer, accompanied by the sound of "ticking", not rain, but blood dripping from the knife, mixed with screams.

Dragging Wang Jinghua, who was like a dead dog, Wu Jin ran to the window, pushed open the straight window, and before he could go out of the window, the door was pushed open, and a man in black walked in unscrupulously, and let out a sound of surprise.

Then the man in black sneered, raised his long knife, and chased after him.

Wu Jin gritted his teeth, took a breath, picked up Wang Jinghua like a burden, and threw him out of the window, Wang Jinghua fell into the mud outside the window, rolled over, got up and ran - behind the house is the sandwich road, along the sandwich road forward is the door of the thief's handle, and along the sandwich road backwards, is the thief's target grain and grass.

Rao is like this, you can't stop running, staying where you are, it's a dead end.

When the knife flashed, Wu Jin supported the window with both hands, stepped on one leg, kicked hard, and shot out like an arrow.

Like Wang Jinghua, he fell into the darkness, but instead of fleeing for his life, he got up and stood against the wall, clinging to the wall from head to toe, not moving.

There was no fire behind the house to hide his form, but he felt that the sound of his heart beating in his chest was so loud that it was deafening, and he was even afraid that the sound in his body would shatter the thin plank.

The thief stuck his head out of the window lattice, glanced left and right, and saw only that it was pitch black, and by a faint light of the sky, he could vaguely see that the ground was full of mud and dirty water.

He retracted his head, sneered again, and carried the knife to another room - run, run and die.

Wu Jin listened to the movement, and after being sure that the thief had no time to spend it on himself, he turned to face the wall, stretched out his arms, climbed a crossbar, stepped on the window lattice, and began to climb up.

Stepping on the beam, his left hand hooked a piece of log interspersed by the firwood, and his right hand held a section of the head beam, and he climbed up to the eaves that stretched out.

With his hands and feet wriggling from the vertical spine to the main spine, he completely melted into the sky, no one could see him, but he looked down, but he could see the tragic situation in the front yard.

The silent fighting was mild, but even more tragic was the students who woke up in the middle of the battle, fled like headless flies, and then were cut off by knives like mustard.

The men in black ran rampant in silence and faint struggle, the pavilion was divided into several pieces by the light from the torches, the sound of fighting from the backyard was particularly harsh, and the grain depot and stables were still quiet—the Yunjun had a gluttonous appetite, ate the most beef, and slept the most.

It becomes easy for thieves to kill the army.

He had never seen such a thief in the tabloids, nor had he heard of such a group of mountain bandits in Jeju who were so bold and reckless.

Did the thieves suddenly have the courage to splash the sky, or was someone instructed them to kill people here?

Is it Zhang Offering?

Full of doubts, Wu Jin continued to crawl along the main ridge until he reached the other end of the house, and then climbed down the vertical ridge, reaching for a bronze bell hanging under the eaves.

The brass bell was heavy, full of dust and grass clippings, and he leaned down, removed it from the hook, pulled out the debris inside, and then stood on the tile and shook it vigorously.

The brass ring in the bell had also rusted, and when he shook it, its sound was obscure, and after three sounds, it suddenly became louder and louder, and it sounded rapidly and abruptly in the silence, causing the chickens and dogs to bark outside the pavilion.

The killing suddenly stopped, and the men in black all looked at Wu Jin who was standing on the roof.

Wu Jin raised his arms, shook the bell vigorously, and shouted at the grain depot where the army was located: "There are thieves! ”

His voice was deep and heavy, coming from the dantian, from the bottom of his heart, the sound shook the roof tiles, and the increasingly rapid ringing of the bell woke up the still sleeping Yunjun.

The man in black in the front yard didn't expect that a scholar would not hide well after escaping for his life, and would make such a move to kill himself, and stepped forward to arrest him.

Chang Long was woken up by the bell, his head was still confused, but he already smelled blood in his nose, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a knife raised above his head, about to swing down, his face was sticky and cold, and the blood dripping from the knife was cold.

He jumped up from the bed with a carp, grabbed the thief's wrist with both hands, pushed the person with the knife to the wall, and then grabbed the knife and killed him, and when he went out with the knife, he didn't know what happened.

Raising his head, he saw Wu Jin standing high on the roof from a distance, the sword light was present and did not move, dressed in a literati shirt, which caused the wind to blow, showing the hard bones of his body.