The sunset slants, and the red afterglow shines in the forest. Two pairs of feet stepped across the bumpy mountains, climbing up and down the leaves, and two figures, one old and one young, ran back and forth. Perhaps there was no sound of chasing footsteps behind him, so they stopped and rested.

“….Fuqiu… are you tired?”

Behind the woman was still in shock, panting heavily, and her bun drooped. She shook her head, then looked in the direction she was running, and asked worriedly: "Dad, brothers of the Mu family... will they be caught by the other party, who are they..."

"Dongchang..." The old man calmed down and thought of the clothes worn by the group of people before.

Fuqi looked back at him: "What?"

Wow~

The setting sun set the last afterglow on the hill, and the forest became dark. A wolf howled at the foot of the mountain and shocked the night. Zhou Tong's voice also said: "A group of stingy things... making a plague... how many people would have killed! I would have known that I should have killed that guy on the spot."

"They are killing people, I see it! What should the others do? Dad?" The anxious woman obviously understood what it means to be so naughty. She usually heard the women in the village curse the 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 people. Even if my father is good at martial arts, he will not be able to save them from hundreds of people. Moreover, with the nature of those people, the others may have encountered an unexpected situation."

While he finished speaking, his shaking head stopped and looked to one side, as if there was movement, frowned: "A wolf is coming, leave here first and return to the village."

The two turned around and continued to run towards the village. The grass not far behind them, the fleshy palm stepped on the fallen leaves, and a rustling sound suddenly came out. The old man turned sideways and punched the black shadow on the head.

There was a whimper on the other side, and a bunch of blood flowed out of her mouth and nose.

The father and daughter quickly disappeared in front. After about an hour or two, they crossed half of the barren mountain and walked on the ridge path that only accommodated one person. In the distance, a string of firelights at the foot of the mountain winded forward.

Fuqi held a stone, and her black hair was flying in the night wind. She looked at the team with torches and the direction of the other party's advance, and she was a little lost: "They went to the village, Dad, there were so many villagers there..."

"Dad knows." The old man thought of something else in his mind and suddenly sank.

But because his daughter didn't know much martial arts, she walked much slower. At first, she thought that even if the other party killed her, they wouldn't know that there were still villages nearby. But now that the eunuchs in the East Factory could be found, someone here must have revealed the truth in order to survive.

Dongchang was about to silence, and this was the first thought in Zhou Tong's mind. Not long afterwards, he finally accelerated his journey with the woman's arm, took the shortcut to the mud hill at the entrance of the village, stood on a high place, and opened the grass and looked at the village.

There was already a sea of ​​fire.

The soil was reflected in the fire, and the blood-red corpses on the ground fell into a pool of blood. It was hard to tell who it was. The crying of the child was in a tragic and screaming sounded. An old woman rushed out of the burning thatched house, fell to the ground and rolled out, trying to extinguish the scorching flames... A woman was holding her child so scared that she shook in the corner. After a while, someone grabbed her head and dragged it out. She snatched the crying child from her hand and threw it into the sea of ​​fire, and heard a heart-wrenching scream.

Behind the grass, Fu Zi covered her mouth and gritted her teeth tightly to prevent herself from crying. Her eyes were wide open, and she watched the scenes of terrible scenes happening in her sight.

Tears overflowed, obscuring their eyes, and the wails of villagers and the screams of death were still heard in their ears.

….

Bang

A figure walked out of the thatched hut, and then the fire collapsed the building. The face of a white eunuch was red from the flames. The originally wet palace robe was steaming in the heat wave, and a trace of white air was slowly emerging from his scattered head.

Not far ahead, the young man kneeling saw a pair of steps in his drooping gaze. He was so scared that he trembled all over and his head was tightly pressed to the ground.

"Scholars... There is nothing you said about Master Zhou and his daughter... It seems that the people here were killed in vain." Feng Bao glanced at the collapsed thatched house, then looked at the trembling head, and his tone was quite high-profile.

On the ground, Mu Yang, who was turning aside, was shaking, his tone accelerated, and he made a series of trembling sounds: "Report to my father-in-law, my little guess... I guess they may not dare to come back to the village. I guess... I knew my father-in-law would come here in advance, so I hid."

"It was clearly the idea that you, a scholar... why did it become our family again?" Feng Bao squatted down with a smile, and held up the other person's chin with his hands with a leather hood. "Tsk tsk... What a handsome young man. Are scholars as tender as you?"

Hearing the other party's words, Mu Yang, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his face, suppressed himself from showing fear, and stuttered: "The little one... is not other people, what about other people? Please publicly be kind to the husband, don't kill the little one... let the little one do anything... and must keep the secret."

"You have made a good plan to silence and have a cruel heart. Our family likes it very much, so follow me." Feng Bao rubbed the other person's head, stood up and glanced around indifferently: "Be diligent in your hands and feet, and you still have something to do when you go back after killing."

"Yes!" A sound came from the sound of the sound.

Then, the eunuch of the Dongchang turned around and strode away from the village. On the ground, the young man breathed a sigh of relief after the disaster, and regardless of the wetness of his crotch, he hurriedly followed the Dongchang men who had stopped the team.

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

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The moon is in the sky, and the air is filled with burnt stinking.

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

The woman's figure walked past the corpses and stepped in the slippery pool of blood.

On the left is a dead woman. She called her Aunt Huang. She originally had a husband and several children at home...

Going over a little longer, the burnt body had a crutch next to it. The woman walked over and picked it up. She remembered that it was made by her mother. The mother was old and had difficulty moving, so she made a very simple wooden stick for her, which was cut from a branch...

I'm afraid it's not necessary now, and I heard that I don't use my feet there.

"Big... Everyone is dead..."

Fuqi wanted to be strong and not cry, but the depression of grief and sorrow, tears had already dripped down. When she saw the charred house, the bodies of the mother and son hugged each other, she sniffed, "... Everyone is dead... all dead!"

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

"Mu Yang...you are greedy and afraid of death..."

The old man's eyes were fierce, his lips trembled a few times, and he growled in a low voice: "I believe in the wrong person and the eunuch from the East Factory. The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked. I must kill you!!"

The crying figure suddenly raised his head, and a firm color flashed in his sad eyes: "Dad... let's take revenge..."

The wind passed by the mountains, and the smoke lingered like a soul, wandering and rising. The old man standing, clenched his fists and looked at the equally determined woman, nodded.

"good!"
Chapter completed!