"You kid, didn't you pretend to be upright and upright just now? Why are you so cowardly now?"
Hong Laoliu glanced helplessly at Yang Dong who was hiding behind him.
"Senior Hong, don't forget, I paid!"
Yang Dong stuck his head out from behind him, hesitated for a moment, and stuffed a penny into Hong Laoliu's hand.
Hong Laoliu immediately smiled and said generously;
"Don't worry, kid. You will be safe within three feet of me."
Yang Dong nodded and immediately followed Hong Laoliu into the woods.
At the same time, on the other side of the trail, a peasant army wearing tattered clothes and holding a variety of weapons in their hands was looking in the direction of the shelter with a look of grief and anger.
"These damn bastards, what do they want?"
"This place is just housing some poor people, so why send cavalry to attack!"
"Brothers, I know you are tired! But right now our compatriots are being slaughtered, can you bear it?"
The middle-aged man at the head spoke a local dialect of Luozhou, which immediately attracted the response of everyone behind him.
"I can't bear it, I have to fuck him!"
"Damn it, you have the guts to come at me! Bullying old, weak, women and children is nothing!"
This group of peasant soldiers cursed and cursed, and the tired look on their faces faded away in an instant.
At this time, it was completely dark.
Under the faint moonlight, Yang Dong followed Hong Laoliu and walked around the shelter.
The increasingly strong smell of blood made both of them look ugly.
"Senior Hong, let's..."
Hong Laoliu immediately gave Yang Dong a sign of silence. After thinking for a moment, he jumped onto the branch of a nearby pine and cypress.
Looking far into the distance at the entrance to the shelter, his face suddenly turned gloomy.
He observed it for about half a stick of incense before jumping back to the ground.
Seeing that his face was extremely ugly, Yang Dong seemed to have guessed something. He frowned and asked:
"Is there anyone left alive?"
Hong Laoliu shook his head slightly.
"Human blood is dark red and has not yet dried up. The perpetrator may have just left not long ago, or may be hiding in a dark place. To be on the safe side, it is better to observe again."
"Wait a little longer?"
A trace of struggle flashed across Yang Dong's face.
He was well aware of the dangers of the shelter.
If someone were to ambush him, he and Hong Laoliu would be in danger immediately.
But if they wait here, the people in this shelter will have almost no chance of survival.
If he could get through it now, they might still have a glimmer of hope!
Thinking of this, Yang Dong immediately asked:
"Senior Hong, if the other party has a master, can you still protect me?"
When Hong Laoliu heard this, a strange look appeared on his cheeks.
He glanced at Yang Dong and asked:
"You kid, aren't you in the fifth-grade martial arts realm? Why are you so cowardly..."
"He's just a fifth-grade martial artist, just not one of the best."
Yang Dong laughed at himself, but was immediately interrupted by Hong Laoliu.
"Boy, when you say that, you are belittling yourself. Do you know that there are very few people who can practice martial arts in this world? What's more, there are very few martial arts masters?"
"There are many masters in the capital, but that is the capital of Zhou Dynasty. Do you think there are so many masters in other places?"
After saying this, Hong Laoliu nodded slightly again,
"But that old guy named Lu did not misjudge you. Although you are a little timid kid, you have good intentions."
"Although I am afraid of death, I still stick to my own moral principles. This is very good!"
"Boy, since you and I are destined, I will give you a message. It is right to uphold morality, but you must also always pay attention to protecting yourself. But..."
"You're such a coward, I'm afraid you're not someone who would sacrifice your life for justice."
Well……
Yang Dong was speechless. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Is this a compliment to me, Lao Liu?
But why do I always feel weird...
I always feel like this old guy is mocking me...
But one thing I can tell is that this Hong Laoliu is definitely not an ordinary person.
Moreover, his friendship with Mr. Lu may be deeper than he imagined.
Although I have not investigated Mr. Lu's identity in detail, based on his skills alone, he is definitely an ordinary person.
So this Hong Laoliu’s identity is not simple!
And according to what he means, his cultivation level is actually not low?
Thinking of this, Yang Dong's face flashed with joy.
"Senior Hong, you mean...with my strength, can I be considered a master in the world?"
"That's natural... Even though your foundation is very poor, you can still be considered a pseudo-master."
Hong Laoliu pretended to be hiding something and continued:
"As long as you don't fight with others, this level of cultivation is quite bluffing."
"Then...what if we fight against others?"
Yang Dong asked expectantly.
"Then I can let the white-haired person give the black-haired person a meal and enjoy the meal."
After Hong Laoliu finished speaking, he added another sentence.
"When you go to dinner, remember to get me some more chicken legs. This is what I love!"
When Yang Dong heard this, his face immediately became filled with black lines.
Are you just a paper tiger?
The kind that breaks when you poke it...
"Let's go, kid, I'll keep you safe on this trip!"
Hong Laoliu walked into the village entrance of the shelter with a master's attitude.
Yang Dong followed him, vaguely guessing.
This sixth child seemed to have known for a long time that there was no one in the shelter. If that's the case, then what he did just now must be to test me...
But why are you testing me?
Could it be because of the entrustment of Mr. Lu?
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up slightly.
I knew that Mr. Lu must have a hidden identity. Next time he calls me to go to Lenggong Manufacturing Factory, I will definitely not be lazy again.
While talking, the two of them had already entered the shelter.
This place is just like an ordinary village, there is nothing special about the village entrance.
But the increasingly strong smell of blood made Yang Dong frown.
"Strange, where did the smell of blood come from..."
"hiss…!"
Yang Dong's body froze suddenly and he couldn't help but take a breath!
He looked at the market in the center of the shelter, his face changing wildly.
Everywhere you look is blood-red!
At this moment, rivers of blood were no longer just an adjective, but truly appeared before Yang Dong's eyes!
Children, the elderly, women...
Corpses with extremely miserable death conditions were randomly stacked together to form a mountain of corpses.
The bright red blood merged into a dark red river, gurgling down from the corpse mountain.
The so-called purgatory on earth is nothing more than this!
Yang Dong felt his stomach churn, and he immediately turned around and vomited violently behind his back.
After a lot of searching, a pale white appeared on his face.
It's too awful!
He has never seen such a bloody scene in his two lifetimes!
Hong Laoliu sighed deeply,
"This is the way the world is today..."
"I hope Lao Lu didn't misjudge you. Jia Banxian is the one who figured it out, tsk tsk."
