The master and servant did not stay in place for too long. After confirming that Meng Ji was fine, Yu Miao took her to continue searching.
Her footsteps are much faster than those in front.
Even if they were in a hurry before, the dozen or so bandits failed to discover Yu Miao's existence, leaving her to fall behind without any haste.
Not to mention that at this moment, those people thought they had gotten rid of the "danger" and returned to their lair, so they had nothing to worry about.
Naturally, walking is not as urgent as before.
If it weren't for the remnants of a near-death thriller, I'm afraid I'd be talking and laughing at this moment.
Such a speed is naturally not enough to watch.
Even if Yu Miao passed the mountain stream behind them, she brought Meng Ji to catch up now.
This side is not full of mountain roads like the side of the mountain stream.
The terrain is relatively flat, and some fields have been artificially reclaimed, and the crops that are almost ripe can still be seen in the fields.
If it weren't for the experience of being almost robbed before, and the mountain trap that blocked all outsiders, it would almost make people think that this is a remote mountain village.
The further you go, the more you can see traces of human life.
Not long after, I saw a place that looked like the gate of a stockade. It was simply a roadblock made of a higher wooden fence and placed there. Two young men who were roughly the same size as the dozen or so bandits before were standing on the left and right, obviously standing guard.
On the other side of the "door", there is a device like drawing water from a well, but the shape is more complicated and the materials are also very particular. If you look along that thing, you can find that this is the switch that controls the air bridge between the mountain streams.
It should be the responsibility of the person who stands on guard every day in shifts. Only after hearing the response from his own people will he drop the bridge to pick up people.
After the people passed through, the "bridge" was retracted upwards, which can be said to directly isolate the entire village from the outside.
Seeing the dozen or so people coming back, the two soon showed a smile, and were about to say hello, when they saw the very special appearance of the leader.
"This what's wrong with you?"
It was normal when I left, but when I came back, the leader who took the lead became like this, with a bald spot on his hair and tattered clothes.
And he was not the only one, the dozen or so brothers behind him also looked like they had been through vicissitudes, their bodies were covered with dust, and even the machete that everyone cherished most on weekdays could see a lot of traces of mud.
It's as if this group of people formed a group to dig the soil.
You know, this knife is either kept clean by them, without any dirt.
Or that's blood.
How could it be covered in mud?
The two guards almost wrote question marks directly on their faces.
The man in the team leader didn't say much at the moment, he just stepped forward to verify his identity.
There are not many people in the stockade, especially those who deal with them frequently, almost all of them know each other, and they don't need any special passwords, and they can enter directly by face.
The man tried his best to ignore the glances of the two big brothers looking over his head, and tried to maintain his composure: "We are back, and there are no casualties. There are important things to report to the head of the family."
When the two heard that they were looking for the master, no matter how curious they were about their appearance, they would not drag on and ask endlessly. They quickly turned to the side to make way for them. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com