Chapter 390: Slaughtering the Village

The sun is setting in the west, and the red afterglow is sprinkled in the forest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 infoTwo pairs of feet stepped across the bumpy mountains, turning up fallen leaves, an old and a young two figures ran back and forth, perhaps not hearing the footsteps of the pursuit behind them, so they stopped to rest.

"....Fleur... Are you tired?"

Behind, the woman was stunned, panting, her hair was hanging down, she shook her head, then looked in the direction where she was running, and asked worriedly: "Dad, the Mu family's brothers, ...... Will they be caught by the other party, who are the people and who are they..."

"Dongchang..."The old man took a deep breath, thinking of the clothes worn by the group of people before.

Fleur turned to look at him, "What?"

Woo~~~

The remnant sun fell on the top of the mountain for the last afterglow, the forest was dark, and a wolf howled at the foot of the mountain to startle the night, and Zhou Dong's voice also said: "A group of black-hearted things....make the plague... I knew that the old man should have killed that guy on the spot. ”

"They're killing, I see it!What about the others? Daddy-" The anxious woman obviously understood what it meant to be black-hearted, and she often heard the women in the village cursing those Jurchens to the north, but she didn't know what the Jurchens looked like, but she saw those people just now.

Zhou Tong shook his head: "There are many of them, even if my father is good at martial arts, he can't save them among hundreds of people, and with the temperament of those people, I'm afraid that others have already encountered accidents." ”

As he finished speaking, the swinging head stopped, looked to the side, as if there was movement, and frowned: "There is a wolf coming, get out of here first, and then go back to the village." ”

The two turned around and continued to run in the direction of the village, and the grass not far behind them, the fleshy palms stepped on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, and suddenly a black shadow pounced out, and the old man turned sideways and smashed his fist on the head of the black shadow.

There was a whimper, and an old wolf that had shed its hair fell to the ground, a puddle of blood coming out of its mouth and nose.

The figures of the father and daughter quickly disappeared in front, and after about an hour or two, they crossed half of the barren mountains and walked on the ridge path that could only accommodate one person.

Fleur was holding on to a stone, the green silk was flying messily in the night wind, she looked at the team with torches, and the direction in which the other party was heading, and lost her voice a little: "They went to the village, Dad, there are a lot of folks there....."

"Daddy knows. The old man thought of something else in his heart, and sank suddenly.

But because his daughter doesn't know any martial arts, so she walked a lot slower, and at first thought that even if the other party killed her own group of people, they wouldn't know that there was a village nearby, but now that the eunuchs in Dongchang can be found, someone on their side must have confided the truth in order to survive.

Dongchang wants to extinguish his mouth, and the first thought in Zhou Tong's mind is this. Soon after, he finally took the woman's arm in one hand and sped up his footsteps, and rushed to the mud hill at the entrance of the village by taking a shortcut, standing on a high place, picking up the grass and looking towards the village.

It was already a sea of fire.

The soil reflected the firelight, the blood on the ground was dazzling, several corpses fell in a pool of blood, it was impossible to tell whose it was, the child's cry sounded in the screams and screams, an old woman rushed out of the burning grass house with a cry, threw herself on the ground and rolled, trying to extinguish the hot flames..... a woman holding her child trembling in fear and huddled in the corner, a moment later someone grabbed her hair and dragged it out, snatched the crying child from her hand, threw it into the fire, and there was a heart-rending scream.

Behind the grass, Fleur covered her mouth, gritted her teeth to prevent herself from crying, her eyes wide open, and she watched the terrible scenes unfold in her sight.

Tears overflowed, blurring the sight, and the wails of the villagers and the screams of death were still heard in my ears.

....

Bang -

A figure walked out of the thatched hut, and then the fire collapsed the building, and the face of a white-eyed eunuch was reflected in the firelight, and the originally soaked palace robe was steaming in the heat, and a trace of white gas was slowly emerging from the top of his scattered head.

Not far ahead, the kneeling young man trembled with fright when he saw a pair of steps stepping into the low-hanging gaze, and his head was tightly attached to the ground.

"Scholar....there is nothing you said about Master Zhou's father and daughter....It seems that the people here have been killed for nothing. Feng Bao glanced at the collapsed grass hut, and then at the top of the trembling head, and his tone was quite yin and yang.

On the ground, the renegade Mu Yang was trembling, his tone quickened, and he let out a series of trills: "Hui Yu Gong.. Father-in-law, small guess... Speculation that their father and daughter maybe... I may not dare to come back to the village, presumably....because I knew that my father-in-law would come here in advance, so I hid. ”

"It's obviously an idea from you, a scholar.......why did it become our family again. Feng Bao squatted down with a smile, and held up the other party's chin with a holstered hand, "Tsk... It's really a handsome little boy, are all scholars as thin and tender as you?"

Hearing the other party's words, Mu Yang, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his face, suppressed his fear and stammered: "The small one....is not anything else... What about the others, please be open, don't kill the little one....let the little one do anything....be sure to keep it a secret. ”

"The plan to extinguish the mouth, you are very good, ruthless, our family likes it very much, then you can follow me. Feng Bao rubbed the other party's hair, got up and glanced around indifferently: "Be diligent with your hands and feet, you still have something to do when you go back after killing." ”

"Yes!"

Then, the eunuch of Dongchang turned around and strode away from the village, and on the ground, the young man exhaled for the rest of his life, regardless of the wetness of his crotch, and hurriedly followed the Dongchang fans who had closed the team and walked back.

Only a piece of scorched earth and hundreds of unjust souls were left.

The moon was in the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

In the dark night, the fire was gone, and the two figures at the entrance of the tattered village walked in with difficulty, and the dead silence of the village at this time seemed extremely hideous, and the figures of the past no longer existed.

The figure of a woman walked past the corpses, trampling in a pool of blood.

On the left is a dead woman, she called her Aunt Huang, and the family originally had a husband and several children......

A little later, the charred corpse, with crutches next to it, the woman walked over and picked it up, she remembered that she made it for Mama, who was old and had difficulty moving, so she made her a very simple stick, which was a wooden stick cut out of a branch........

I'm afraid I don't need it now, and.... I've heard that you don't need to use your feet over there.

"Great....everybody's dead......"

Fleur wanted to be strong not to cry, but the suppressed grief and sourness, tears were still dripping down, and when she saw the corpses of mother and son hugging each other in a charred black house, she sniffed, "....everyone is dead....all are dead!"

The woman crouched on the ground, buried her head in her arms, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Mu Yang....you guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death..."

The old man's eyes were fierce, his lips trembled a few times, and he roared in a hoarse voice: "The old man believes the wrong person - and the eunuch of the East Factory, the upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked, the old man must kill you!!"

The crying figure raised his head suddenly, and his sad eyes flashed with determination: "Dad... Let's go get revenge....."

The wind walked through the mountains, and the aftermath of the smoke was like a soul, hovering and rising. The old man who was standing, clenching his fists and looking at the equally determined woman, nodded his head.

"Good!"

PS: The second update, it's still not continuous. I'll have it later.