Song Siyuan and Aying's eyes widened!
This sudden fright made the two of them stunned for a while. After the two shots were fired, they ran over screaming and checked his clothes like crazy.
Ah Ying almost burst into tears, and looked at Ah Weng with a hint of blame.
"Ahahahahaha~ Granddaughter, don't worry, there are no bullets in this gun."
These words made everyone present widen their eyes, and their moods were in a state of flux.
Song Siyuan was doubtful, and Aying also had disbelief written on her face.
Yue Guanchao blinked at them deliberately, put down the magazine from his hand, and smiled slyly.
He then raised the corners of his mouth again and shook his head in a cynical tone: "Uncle Utuman, are you still old after all? You are just boxing, and you don't even have time to hand over the gun on me?"
Wutuman noticed something was wrong and looked stern. Yue Guanchao raised the horse pistol in his hand and aimed it directly at his heart!
Now, it’s clear who loses and who wins!
The old man let out a long sigh and had to admit defeat: "Good boy, you are quite capable of keeping me from noticing that you are armed. It seems that you will never be able to accept it!"
Wu Tuman smiled in relief and looked at Yue Guanchao with a hint of appreciation for his enemy in his eyes.
Yue Guanchao looked at Wu Tuman. He understood that with this gun to strengthen his courage, he could negotiate terms with the old hunter:
"Old man, if your old bones are broken apart by me, my sister Aying will have no relatives. Let's all take a step back. If you don't hinder us from investigating the case, we won't cause you any trouble."
"How nice?"
"Pooh!"
Wu Tuman spat hard, his face red with anger and his neck thickened: "Who is your sister? Don't take advantage of my granddaughter just because you think you have the ability."
"Young man, you think you can cure me, Utuman, by just taking a tortoise box."
After saying that, the old man whistled, and the force that sank his Dantian turned into a loud whistle that resounded in all directions.
Then, there was a rustle in the bushes, and several gun-bearing warriors stepped out from the bushes and aimed at everyone.
Yue Guanchao took a closer look and saw that these strong men were about the same size as him. Regardless of whether they were fighting for strength or firepower, they couldn't take any advantage.
As the saying goes, a good man never suffers from immediate losses!
He looked around to see the situation clearly, and immediately realized that he was at a disadvantage, and immediately restrained his arrogance.
Yue Guanchao looked at the old man's sinister and cunning eyes, and finally understood what the saying "Ginger is still hotter than old" meant.
At this moment, he missed his bandit second uncle very much. If his old man were here, he would definitely be able to draw a tie with Utuman. After all, there is only one other Lao Yinpi who can deal with Lao Yinpi!
Yue Guanchao was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Uncle Wutuman, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was just joking with you."
The old hunter took the tortoise box from his hand without saying a word, loaded the trigger, pointed it at the jungle and fired.
"Young man, you can be considered a young hero. You don't have to say anything. Eighteen years later, you are a good man again!"
Wu Tuman smoked his pipe and signaled with his eyes that the four rural warriors were aiming at Yue Guanchao.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Ah Ying suddenly stopped in front of him, like an old hen guarding her young, blocking him tightly!
"stop."
"You are not allowed to hurt him again."
This heartbreaking cry shocked the village heroes. They had never seen Ah Ying like this before, and they looked at Utuman, wanting to ask him what to do.
With a glance from the old man, they immediately understood what to do, put away their guns and prepared to pull Aying away.
How could a girl who only knew how to collect herbs be a match for two burly men? They pulled her aside without any effort.
One of the dark, muscular young men said somewhat honestly:
"Miss Aying, please don't embarrass us. You know the rules of the town. Anyone who breaks into forbidden areas and steals treasures will die. The town has executed countless people in the past. It's not like you haven't seen it before. As for such a big reaction?"
Ah Ying looked at him nervously: "Brother A Niu, Brother A Hu, they are not tomb robbers, they are just reporters who came to investigate the truth. If it weren't for them just now, I would have been eaten by the ghost-faced mandrill. They are my saviors. .”
"This... have you encountered the Ghost Faced Mandrill?"
Wu Tuman looked at Yue Guanchao. He didn't believe that anyone could escape from the Ghost Faced Mandrill, but if he was indeed alive and kicking, it meant that what his granddaughter said was true.
"Who...are you?"
The old man's eyes widened and his breathing became heavy. He puffed out his chest and approached Yue Guanchao, stabbing him with the gun as he kept retreating.
Now, he didn't dare to touch the young man in front of him!
"Boss, what do you think...what should we do?"
These local heroes once again turned their eyes to Utuman.
No matter how much Wu Tuman wanted to kill Yue Guanchao, he had to take care of his granddaughter's face. Looking at her expectant eyes, he still couldn't bear to let them put down their guns.
The danger was over and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
He snorted coldly: "Humph, for the sake of saving my granddaughter, I will leave you alive for now, take them to the ferry, and return to the town first."
Yue Guanchao shook his head and said mysteriously: "Uncle Wu Tuman, the ferry is gone!"
He didn't believe what this glib young man said, so he looked at his granddaughter. Only when Ah Ying nodded in agreement did he believe what Yue Guanchao said.
"Let's go and take a look. Don't play any tricks."
Utuman gave an order, and these strong men collected all their weapons and daggers, and only returned them to them after making sure there were no weapons in their backpacks.
Yue Guanchao, Song Siyuan, and Lu Fengjian were escorted by several village warriors from the forest to the cliff. All the way, he recalled the look in Wu Tuman's eyes when he heard the ghost-faced mandrill.
When I saw the blood stain on the back of his head, the curiosity in my heart was tormenting me, and I couldn't help but ask:
"Uncle Utuman, I see there are wounds on the back of your heads. You must have seen something in the river!"
