After a while, four businessmen came belatedly, and they saw Tang Zhao's small figure lost in thought in front of the tall pile of rocks.
They recognized Tang Zhao as a person from the District Procuratorate. Although they didn't see any ability in this kid, at least he was brought by the District Procuratorate. Even if he was a student brought to see the world, he had to be polite. The most important thing at the moment was The mature one said hello: "Little brother, how is the situation?"
Tang Zhao greeted politely and said: "Deputy Envoy Peng has gone in. The fighting was fierce inside, and I don't know what's going on. Alas, it's a pity that I can't help at all." He looked very depressed when he said this.
The four office workers looked at each other and thought: You are such a big kid, what can you do to help? What's there to sigh about? We can't help, why don't we sigh?
Tang Zhao asked again: "Are these eldest brothers all locals? Do you know what villages and towns there are in this valley?"
The old official thought, "There shouldn't be. Nowadays, the wilderness is not peaceful, and no one lives in the mountains. The county magistrate ordered us to drive people out of the mountains, and I searched the mountains carefully. There are only two bandit cottages left here at most. , it’s still a bit shabby. There’s also a Black Spider Villa, but that’s not in this direction either.”
Tang Zhao naturally knew that this was not Black Spider Villa, otherwise he could still be so calm? At this moment, he remembered that when he came out of Xue Mansion, the deserted villages he passed by were almost in ruins. I think they are all relics of the migration of mountain people. I thought: Are there bandits inside? That's no problem, as long as they are not civilians, the gangsters will live or die.
He relaxed and suddenly heard a desperate scream from behind the stone wall!
It's a child's voice!
Tang Zhao felt a chill in his heart - he was not as simple as a bandit!
Immediately afterwards, there was a thumping sound from the stone wall. Apparently someone on the opposite side came to the mouth of the valley, only to find that there was no way out, and was beating the boulder in despair.
The gravel and soil were knocked down and rolled down, and the stone wall that had just been blocked was crumbling.
Tang Zhao observed that even if the stone wall collapsed, only the upper half would collapse. Not only would the exit not be opened, but the obstruction would be thickened, making the road more difficult to navigate, and falling rocks would also hit people. At that moment, he knocked on a suspended boulder in the ground that was neither above nor below it and shouted, "Can you hear me? Let's move this boulder out together, make an opening from here, and get out from inside. !”
He was weak and weak, and his voice was not loud. The four servants helped him shout together, and finally there was a response from inside.
The slapping sounds in other places stopped, except for the huge boulder that was being smacked repeatedly, as if to confirm its position. Tang Zhao quickly followed the photo and shouted: "This is it!"
The surrounding gravel began to shake, and it was obvious that the people inside were pushing the stone, but the stone itself did not waver for a moment. Tang Zhao asked four workers to dig up the soil next to the stone, and he also helped, being careful not to touch the surrounding gravel.
The sounds of fighting are unceasing in the valley, and the action here is unceasing. The fighting is fierce inside, with explosions and roars, but outside you are cautious and walking on thin ice.
The dust on both sides kept falling, and Tang Zhao's head was also covered with a lot of dust, and he was almost scratched by the gravel falling from the mountain wall, but he still took the risk and swept away the debris next to the big stone bit by bit.
Hearing a cheer from inside, Tang Zhao and the four servants stepped aside. A large boulder was pushed to the ground, revealing an escape hatch from the blocked high wall.
I just heard someone shouting from inside: "Friend outside, please pick up, there is a child!"
Tang Zhao was startled. This man's voice was not old either. He was in the process of changing his voice. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. He was talking about a child...
At this time, a waiter reached forward and picked up a child. He was short in stature, at most five or six years old.
Tang Zhao was stunned and thought to himself: Where could such a young child appear in this deep mountain and wild forest?
Look at the child's red lips and white teeth, delicate skin, well-dressed clothes, and a gold collar around his neck. He is clearly a child from a wealthy family. Is there any aristocratic family in this valley who cannot live in seclusion?
It was strange for him. The children inside crawled out one after another. The older ones were about ten years old, and the younger ones were even four or five years old. Although all of them were gray-faced, if you look closely, they were all children from wealthy families. Tang Zhao became even more strange, not to mention A family, even a village, cannot raise so many children. Is this a school of ethnology or something like that?
The dragon really knows how to find a place to drop it!
When a fat boy in his teens crawled out, Tang Zhao suddenly asked curiously: "Hey, aren't you the one from the Pei family... Pei Renhu?"
This is Pei Shoujing's younger brother. At that time, he was having a gathering in the Taoist temple. He was so smart that he almost had his spirit taken away by the white-haired man. He was later saved by Pei Shoujing. Of course Tang Zhao was watching from behind and had a vague impression.
Pei Renhu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Tang Zhao carefully. He felt that he had seen him before, but he couldn't recognize him. Tang Zhao had put on a little makeup at that time. Although his appearance had not changed much, they only met him once. He left the scene too early. He had to recognize Tang Zhao. But it is too difficult to force others.
Tang Zhao himself confirmed it and said: "Are these the children of the Pei family? Have you moved to the mountains? Or does the family originally live here?"
I guess I lived here originally, otherwise how could the local official not remember it?
So the Pei family has moved? Are we going to move to the mountain where there is a demon cave? The Pei family was so shocked that they had convulsions?
Pei Renhu didn't know how to explain it for a while. At this time, all the children crawled out, and the last teenagers who crawled out had their hair tied up. Finally, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old man who was already sensible stepped forward and said, "Thank you, my friend and the official." A helping hand.”
Tang Zhao recognized that he was the young man who had spoken to him in the valley. He was probably the person in charge of these children, and said, "You're welcome. It's easy. This is not a safe place. Let's arrange for the children to go out first."
The young man nodded and said: "Exactly. Everyone gather and line up in the order just now."
He was indeed able to take care of things. These children were not very old, but they were all obedient, lined up quietly, and filed out. Although several of them were injured, with blood stains on their bodies, and were crying with pain on their faces, no one said anything and seemed to be well-behaved.
Seeing the children gradually leaving the narrow valley road and out of danger, Tang Zhao was in a better mood. He nodded to the young man who was left at the end and said, "You go out first, and we will stop behind."
The young man cupped his hands and said, "How can I trouble you, sir? Let the children go out first, and I will break up with you."
Tang Zhao smiled and said: "Why are you so polite at this time? Although I am not very old, as I am in the Provincial Department, I have the responsibility to eliminate evil spirits and bring peace to the people, not to mention protecting the old, young, women and children. Brother, please don't be polite to me." "
When he heard the words "District Inspector", the young man's expression changed, and he no longer had the right color. With a sullen face, he slightly cupped his hands and left silently with the other children.
Suddenly, Tang Zhao sensed danger, and the hairs all over his body trembled, and he said loudly: "Be careful——"
boom!
Just as the words were spoken, the stone wall behind him suddenly collapsed, large rocks rolled around, and the mud and sand overturned his head and face.
Something is coming out!
Tang Zhao didn't have time to think about it, so he grabbed the children who were approaching, protected them under him, and shrank into a depression next to them.
A huge monster squeezed out from the mouth of the valley, spitting out a stream of moist and cold Yin Qi.
Dragon head!
Compared with the dragon that had a bit of dragon energy before, it was now in a very miserable state, its face was burned to a disfigurement, its scales fell off, and it had no skin and flesh at all, making it look like a skeleton. It roared loudly, constantly spewing out yin energy, and even created a thick fog at the entrance of the valley, hitting the mountain wall to expand the narrow exit. As it collided, big rocks kept falling, and even the previously intact mountain was cracked and broken by the impact, and pieces rolled down.
Finally, it completely broke through the blocking boulder and squeezed out of the cracked valley mouth.
When the head was completely squeezed out of the valley, what was behind it was not a body, but a section of charred bones.
This dry bone only has two sections, and almost only the cervical vertebrae remain. This huge demon was burned by the sun until only his head was left. But this dragon head is not dead yet, and can still move flexibly and make waves. Behind it, Peng Yiming stumbled after it, kicking deeply and shallowly, his movements awkward, and it was obvious that his legs and feet were no longer flexible.
One person and one demon came out of the valley, leaving a mess all over the place.
After a long time, a big stone was pushed away, and Tang Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood.
After a brief period of unconsciousness, he tried to move his body to determine the extent of his injuries. He felt that although his hands and feet were bruised, the bones were not broken, but there was severe pain in his chest and abdomen, as if he had been hit hard. The pain in his chest was especially severe, as if it was broken. Two ribs.
"Fuck you..." He muttered vaguely, and suddenly his heart tightened.
The situation was critical at that time, so he hugged several children.
Trembling, he stretched out his hand to touch, and there were indeed two children next to him. One was lying on his chest and abdomen, and he was holding him.
The two children next to him were beaten to pieces and bleeding, but Tang Zhao blocked the oncoming boulder. At least they were not fatally injured. They just lay on the ground sobbing. One of them was hit in the foot and could not pull it out, and his cry became louder. Bigger.
And this one he was holding.
This seven or eight-year-old child was held in Tang Zhao's arms, with blood flowing all over him.
Tang Zhao held his face, a frightened expression remained on his young face, but his expression was frozen forever.
Because he was still alive just now, his body temperature was still hot, and the blood flowing out was also hot. The warmth of a living person remained on Tang Zhao's skin.
Tang Zhao didn't know what his expression was, but he felt that his blood was flowing backwards in an instant.
sad? pain? anger?
He was barely aware of any emotion, and his mind went blank for a while.
Climbing up from the boulder, Tang Zhao felt almost no pain and calmly said to the child behind him: "Stay where you are and wait for rescue."
Then, he touched a bracelet on his hand.
"Mr. Xing, forgive me."
The sword marks on the weapon are clearly visible.
Turning the jar upside down, a black and white sword appeared. His hand pressed on the scabbard, firmly and steadily.
The haechi on the scabbard is lifelike. Its eyes shine brightly, as if repeating the absolute rules of this sword:
He who kills dies.
