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With a sound of "crash", the door of the tomb deep in the ground was simply and roughly smashed open with the butt of a gun. After a while, a hand came out from behind the overgrown mountain and pushed aside a dry stalk of wormwood.
No one thought that in such an inconspicuous place, there is a cave as tall as one person.
The people who had been hiding in the darkness for a long time finally came out in disgrace. Even the air outside the tomb was free. After a lot of fear and hopelessness, it seemed as long as a year had passed in the corridor, but when they looked up at the sky, there was It's just what it looks like in the middle of the day.
Happiness came so suddenly that everyone wept with joy after being relieved. The bandits sat down on the ground, their tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and they all just wanted to lie down and sleep in the dark.
The wives of the Wan family were still reserved, and each joined hands to rejoice, and each other heaved a sigh of relief.
This place is about the south of Baishipo. There are many mountains and luxuriant weeds, and even the mountain road has never led anyone to walk out.
Yu Wenjun wandered around behind and came back, plucking off the branches hanging from his shoulders, "This is just below the exit of the secret passage, our horses and carts should not be far away."
In order to send the ladies away smoothly, they quietly parked the carriage near here last night.
"Wen Yang's grandson has already entered the cottage?"
"It's hard to sayit's too far away, I can't hear anything."
After taking the last sip, Xiang Huan casually threw away the water bag. The corners of his mouth were full of sweat. He wiped it and said, "Okay, then we won't delay."
"If the car is found again, it will not end well."
Wan Yao glanced at the group of bandits scattered about beside him, and asked him, "What about these people?"
He shifted his gaze and didn't care, "Don't worry about it."
The bandits in Baishizhai died seven or eight times in this catastrophe, so it must not be a big deal.
But having said that, I couldn't bear the fact that people would follow me with a stern face, probably because I was afraid that the rebels would make a comeback, so accompanying them would have a support.
After tossing and returning to the middle of the mountain, the stone tablet engraved with the words "Baishipo" was still standing obliquely beside it, but I didn't see a single villager in the front or back, so I guessed it was cleared without thinking.
Yu Wenjun brought the carriage, and the servants immediately set up the carriage and packed their luggage skillfully.
I was scared in the bandits' den, and even visited the ancient tomb by the way. I wish I could go back to the place where people live right now.
The two Huihe black horses nearby were looking down for grass to eat, and Xiang Huan was busy fixing the saddle.
"But it hasn't been used for half a month, and it has grown fat all over." He patted the horse's neck and said to Wanyao, "It seems that this horse can't rest just like a human being."
Yu Wenjun walked over, "According to this time, we should be able to reach the town before dark. Let's move faster. It's best to send a letter to Xincheng today to see if we can send more people."
The other party responded indifferently, but his eyes lowered slightly, as if attracted by something.
"What do you plan to do next? I'm planning to go back to Beijing. Are you waiting around looking for a place to stay, or go back with me? In my opinion"
Before he finished speaking, Xiang Huan, who was caressing the horse's mane, suddenly raised his hand to block his words, lifted his robe and squatted down.
"What's wrong?" Wan Yao was a little strange.
The snow is wet and easy to leave footprints. The potholed ground was densely criss-crossed with traces the size of a bowl. He touched it with his hand, and his face suddenly sank, "It's the iron hoof of a war horse."
Yu Wenjun: "War horse?"
"Not bad there are more here!"
The traces were all the way up, and he held the Snow Fang Spear in his hand, and followed the hoof prints.
The mountain road ahead turned a corner, and they hid behind an old tree with a crooked neck, only looking out vigilantly.
On the way to the stronghold, dozens of riders gathered at the foot of the long stone steps to rest and wait for orders. The sergeant's black armor was followed by a purple battle suit, and everyone was dusty.
And among all the bay red horses, there is a dazzling white horse surrounded by stars like the moon.
"It's Wen Yang!"
Wan Yao noticed a slight change in Xiang Huan's expression at that moment, as if a raging fire had ignited in his piercing black pupils.
Xiang Huan knew that this man was afraid of death, but he didn't expect him to be so afraid of death.
It has been two or three hours since the incident happened, and until now, they have not dared to enter the village, and just stood outside and waited. If he had withdrawn his troops to go up the mountain now, he would really have to go back home.
Originally thought that this trip was going to return in vain, but suddenly an opportunity fell from the sky, the blood in his meridians unconsciously boiled, and the five fingers holding Xueya were connected to the heart,"Miss Wan, you follow Xiao Huai first, I have to find him." Anyway, he has arrived in town safely, so he is not afraid of being chopped up.
Wan Yao was already worried along the way, so naturally Wan Yao didn't say much.
Seeing the steed leaving in the dust, she sat in the car and twitched her fingers back and forth uneasily.
This feeling is very similar to that time in the post station in Gaoshanji.
The unknown future is about to move in the distance, but I can only be cautious, walking on thin ice.
The aunts found an inn in the town to settle down. There is no curfew in remote places, but it is a bit more deserted than Chang'an at night.
None of the young officers who were still at Baishipo came back.
The silent street seems to confirm that word - life and death are uncertain.
Wanyao walked out slowly from the brightly lit inn, and the two lanterns above her head illuminated the people and things within a ten feet warm like spring.
She stood under the lamp and looked towards the north of the town, a dark mountain forest.
Only when you are outside the beautiful and cloud-like Kyoto can you deeply feel the desolation of the coming troubled times.
After waiting for a short time, the beggar, who was dressed in rags, had a dusty face, and could barely make out his face, walked down the steps and handed her a bowl timidly.
The child hiding behind her legs stared at her, only her big clear eyes could be seen on her dirty little face.
Wan Yao ordered the maid to go to the kitchen to pick up some hot buns and steamed buns.
However, the bowl was just filled, and although there was still some leftover, the beggar thanked him and left.
She was all alone, and she was the only one left.
?For some reason, the long wait caused a bloody fight to appear in her mind, and the scene in the small teahouse outside the Gaoshan Collection passed before her eyes very clearly.
? Long knife, sharp blade, bleeding profusely.
The boy's stern face looked like a ghost but not a ghost, as if he could really kill endlessly until he died
It was at this time that the sound of horseshoes sounded. It didn't look like a hallucination. After a while, she could be sure that it was a real sound.
Wan Yao suddenly looked back and followed the prestige.
The footsteps are getting closer and louder.
At the end of Enyang Town, a black shadow came galloping - she read it right, there was only one. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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