Gu Shenwei stood up suddenly, impulsively, and even wanted to go out and fight to the death with the enemy, but reason soon prevailed, no matter what the origin of those killers was, his father Gu Lun, master Yang Zheng and his two elder brothers were powerless to fight back, and he was even more vulnerable, and it was already a miracle that he survived.

New whistles were heard on all sides, long and short, like a flock of noisy birds of prey vying for food, and soon into the ruins of the manor, hooves trampling, as if hundreds of people rushed in.

Gu Shenwei leaned down, and just after hiding behind a broken wall, a torch was thrown into the air, tumbling and flying above his head.

Gu Shenwei didn't understand what was going on, the back of his neck tightened, and he was firmly grasped by a big hand, the owner of the big hand jumped on his horse, and Gu Shenwei couldn't help but lift his feet off the ground.

Before the horse's hooves landed, the big hand suddenly let go, Gu Shenwei fell heavily to the ground, screamed in pain, rolled twice before standing up, and found that he was surrounded by swordsmen on horseback, all like hungry wolves, staring greedily at a small prey.

Things in the world are often like this, after an earthquake there is always a torrential rain, after the rain there is a strong wind, bad luck is like an animal that is attacked, and the dripping blood always attracts more meat eaters, then carrioners, then night walkers, then flies, then smaller creatures, until the mass of flesh and bones is completely gone.

The destruction of the Gu family was a fatal wound, the first wave of killers had already eaten and drunk and retreated, and behind the killers, a group of jackals and crows followed.

They were filthy robbers and thieves, and their number was far less than Gu Shenwei thought, in fact, there were only five of them, and the sound of whistles, hooves, and torches magnified the scene.

Gu Shenwei had no way of knowing the identities of these people, only regarded them as enemies, he was like a young beast forced into a corner, with a low roar in his throat and his claws that were not sharp.

The long whip came silently from the darkness, Gu Shenwei fell to the ground again, and the group of thieves laughed excitedly, and one of them leaned down and grabbed the young man, put him on the back of the horse and searched unceremoniously, found the small bag of silver in the young man's arms, held it high, and shouted:

"Hey, this kid is a peer, he's ahead of us!"

Gu Shenwei understood the identity of these people, and was furious for a while, "Let go of me!" he shouted loudly, struggling to grab the package.

The robber's laughter was louder, and he didn't take the boy seriously at all, but put the silver in his bosom, slapped him heavily on the back, and then took out the small oilcloth bag.

Gu Shenwei's back felt like it was broken, and it hurt into the bone marrow, but what frightened him even more was the secret of internal strength that was snatched away, which was the most precious relic of the Gu family, more important than his life.

The robber whistled, tore off the tarpaulin, and then froze, for inside was a thin book, and after turning a few pages, he did not recognize any of the words in it.

"What the hell?" said the robber, furious.

"Give me back!" Gu Shenwei rose up.

The robber punched him in the face, nearly knocking him unconscious, skimming his books, pulling out a rope and tying him up tightly, jumping off his horse and following the others into the ruins in search of valuables.

Gu Shenwei's hands and feet were tied, and he could only squirm like a worm, struggling desperately, and finally fell from the horse's back to the ground, and then used all his strength to crawl towards the book.

As he was about to approach the secret book, a strong wind suddenly struck the ground, and the nearby torch, which had been thrown away by the robbers, was blown as long and short as a snake letter, and when it touched the flying pages, it immediately burst into flames with joy.

This torch also burned Gu Shenwei's heart, and the thing he regretted the most now was that he didn't practice the family martial arts in a solid manner, and he couldn't even beat an ordinary robber.

He rolled over the book and extinguished the flames, then hurried away, dodging the torches beside him, biting the book a little farther away, and finally saving the family heirloom, but only part of it, and the first few pages were almost burned out.

He looked at the book regretfully, noticed the words on it, but was stunned: he recognized those words, every word, but together it was clearly an account book, and not a single word was related to internal strength!

The "secret book" that he worked so hard to find and save turned out to be not the "Harmony Strength" quick method, Gu Shenwei's whole body was like pouring a bucket of cold water, in his simple revenge plan, this secret book occupies an extremely important position, there is no secret book, only with his little martial arts, it will probably take at least thirty years of hard practice to be eligible for revenge.

"Harmony Jin" quick method will have great side effects, the Gu family masters will carefully hide the secrets, easy not to allow children and grandchildren to look at it, an ancestor is said to have practiced according to this method, the internal strength is brave and diligent, the strength doubled, with their own swords and guns, famous, but only three years later, inexplicable sudden death, the death is unspeakably miserable.

Gu Shenwei only wanted revenge, so he naturally didn't care about the outcome three years later, but now he didn't even have the hope of ending up together.

The thieves were so adept at looting the ruins that in less than a stick of incense they were all carrying large bags of harvest back to the courtyard, whistling in their mouths, ready to evacuate.

The robber who had captured Gu Shenwei also returned, put the two burdens on the horse's back, his harvest was not as good as the others, he was not in a good mood, walked up to the young man, and kicked him hard.

Gu Shenwei curled up in pain, and the robber grabbed the rope from his body and tried to carry him back to the horse.

At this moment, Gu Shenwei suddenly realized something, and the oilcloth wrapped in the book was thrown in front of his eyes, revealing a corner of white silk, before being picked up, he opened his mouth to bite the corner of the white silk, and when he lay on the back of the horse, he had swallowed the white silk in his mouth.

The thieves got on their horses one after another and left the village and went down the mountain.

There was also a robber near the small village at the foot of the mountain, guarding a dozen captives and more than thirty cattle and sheep, these people were tightly tied with their arms and connected with ropes, and Gu Shenwei was also thrown to the ground, re-tied, and even at the back of the captive team.

The six robbers drove the captives and cattle and galloped eastward, and Gu Shenwei struggled to follow, but he did not have time to spit out the white silk in his mouth.

As the sky was about to dawn, the group of thieves stopped at a T-junction, Gu Shenwei felt that this place would not be too far from his home, but he rarely left the manor and had no impression of this road.

The north-south dirt road crosses a narrow mountain pass, and after several miles, it joins the main east-west road, at which hundreds of people have gathered.

Most of them were dressed in shabby felt, as if they had never been cleaned, oily, shining in the morning sun, and all of them were armed, and their eyes were fierce, like a group of beasts forced to gather together.

There were clearly factions among the bandits, and they were divided into several groups, each other full of vigilance, and their palms were always not far from their weapons, and they looked ready to go to war at any time.

Strangely enough, the vicious robbers were crowded to the west of the junction, and there was a wide open space on the opposite side of the road, but no one passed, as if there were ghosts hidden in the empty area.

What was even more strange was that the robbers all looked at the mountain pass to the north, all of them looking anxious, as if they were waiting for someone.

Two hours ago, Gu Shenwei thought that he had a "divine will" to guide him, but he didn't expect to become a prisoner of the robbers, mixed with a group of dirty and panicked men and women.

Among all the captives, Gu Shenwei was actually the dirtiest, sweat, dust, and ashes covered his whole body, like a humanoid clay sculpture.

Taking advantage of the robber's inattention, Gu Shenwei spit out the white silk that had been in his mouth for a long time, and he didn't dare to check it, so he secretly stuffed it into his arms, he was searched once, hoping that there would not be a second time.

The waiting people did not come, and the robbers became more and more restless, and cursed in their mouths, they were not accustomed to being so close to their peers, and two groups had already fought for this, and several of them hung their lotteries, but fortunately no one died.

Gu Shenwei was still a little puzzled by the fact that he was arrested, there were so many robbers gathered near the Gu family manor, this kind of person was said to have been exterminated a few years ago, he looked up at the robbers who caught him, and wanted to get some information from him.

The robber, like the others, wore felt in the summer, and was muscular in size, with a thick beard, a dirty face, and a scar on his left cheek.

The Scarface Bandit sensed the gaze coming from below, and glanced down at the young captive, his gaze was grim, "Run." ”

Of course, Gu Shenwei was not so stupid, he was standing in the pile of robbers, surrounded by endless Gobi, and running away was looking for death, not to mention that he was tied with his hands and connected with a group of captives.

"You got the money, and you still don't let me go?"

Although the tone was tough, Gu Shenwei had already vaguely understood that he, like other men and women, and those animals, were all money in the eyes of the robbers.

The Scarface Bandit spat on the ground, thick phlegm brushing Gu Shenwei's scalp, and he didn't bother to answer the ignorant boy's question at all.

An old-looking robber looked at the new gang and captives with a gloomy gaze, and suddenly said, "It's not a good harvest, Flying Eagle." ”

Scarface, known as the "Flying Eagle", took another sip, "The tiger doesn't leave food under his mouth." ”

Gu Shenwei's heart skipped a sudden beat, the "tiger" must be the one who slaughtered the Gu family, the robbers obviously knew the details, and he always thought that the killer who slaughtered the Gu family was hiding his whereabouts, and it was difficult to find it.

Presumably, there was a special emotion in his eyes, and the old robber looked at him more, but without saying much, he continued to look at the mountain pass to the north.

Gu Shenwei waited for a long time and no one brought up the topic of "tiger" again, so he had to ask himself, "The tiger you are following is not small." ”

The robber Flying Eagle closed his lips tightly, as if he had not heard the words at all, and after a long while, he said coldly:

"Nonsense, is there a bigger tiger than the Dubu King?"

The King of Solitude.

There is no one in the Western Regions who does not know the Dubu King.

Gu Shenwei's heart fell suddenly, and the strength of the enemy was beyond his expectations.