Traveling through the ancient times

The head of the personal guards was applying medicine and bandaging himself when he heard the noise and quickly got up and hid.

The guard picked a leaf and put it to his mouth, then blew it gently, making a sound similar to a bird's chirping.

The head of the personal guards just showed up, and five people surrounded him, "Boss, what's going on? Isn't it done?"

"We were ambushed by that bastard Yongkang!" There was a bloodthirsty gleam in the eyes of the head of the personal guards when he mentioned Yongkang.

"What?" The guard was a little unbelievable.

"He ran away with that woman. We were surrounded and killed by the Dongyi people. I was the only one who escaped."

"I must capture Yongkang and eat him alive as a sacrifice to the souls of my brothers in heaven."

The head of the personal guards was gritting his teeth because it was all because of Yongkang that they lost four brothers.

The others didn't understand why Yongkang did that. They were in the same group. They remembered what Chuchuhua said in the cave that morning, "Does he really have a personal grudge against the Third Prince of Dongyi?"

"Hmph, almost right."

The head of the guards snorted coldly. "We are short of manpower now, and we have alerted the enemy. Let's find Yongkang and that woman first.

When the time comes, we will teach Yongkang a lesson and then hand him over to the Dongyi people, and we will take the woman back to Xiliang.

If you can't bring Qi Muhe back, then bring someone who can threaten Qi Muhe and the Third Prince Dong Yi. I hope the King will show leniency."

"Yes!"

At this point, the cycle of finding people begins.

Chushunihua waited until the second half of the night, when everyone was asleep, before secretly opening the door of the woodshed and slipping out.

She didn't know where she was now, let alone which direction to escape to avoid Yongkang and return to Qunan City safely.

After she went out, she ran to the mountain behind. It was easier to hide in the mountains, and it was better to tell the direction by standing on a high place.

At the beginning of the year, a person was walking through the woods in the moonlight filtering through the branches.

She held a sickle and a small hoe from the woodshed, which could be used to clear the way for her and also for self-defense.

Who knows if there are any wild animals or wild beasts in this mountain? Whether she encounters an enemy or a ferocious beast, she will not be unarmed.

In ancient times, the trees in this kind of forest were tall and the branches were dense, so very little light could penetrate through.

At the beginning of the year, I was almost groping in the dark, with birds singing and insects chirping everywhere, and the occasional roar of wild beasts.

Fear had been lingering in Nianchuhua's heart. Suddenly, a sound similar to the howl of a wolf was heard. The sound seemed to be very close to her and very clear.

Nian Chuhua was so frightened that she could hardly control her screaming. She could clearly hear the sound of her teeth chattering.

Nian Chuhua covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.

She squatted there for a long time. Seeing no movement around her, she stood up tremblingly and continued walking forward.

At the beginning of the painting, I didn’t know how long I had been walking, nor how far I had walked.

Her clothes had been torn by the branches and vines, and she could feel the pain of her face and hands where her skin was scratched. When she touched them, she felt a slightly damp feeling, probably from bleeding.

But she didn't care about these minor injuries, which were insignificant in the face of life and death. She endured the pain and fear in her heart and kept moving forward.

As she walked longer and longer, the sky gradually brightened, and Chushuhua could already vaguely see the grass and trees in front of her.

She carefully avoided the crisscrossing thorns and looked behind her, which was all gray.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter. Chushouhua found a place with fewer trees. She looked around and saw endless mountains. She didn't know if she was going in the right direction.

At the beginning of the year, Hua kept walking in one direction, wanting to see if there was anything on the other side of the mountain that could help her determine the direction.

It was already daybreak. Nianchuhua looked down at herself. Her skirt had been torn into strips and hung on her body. It was covered with black grass and dirt, and the original color of the lower half could no longer be seen.

There are many wounds crisscrossing on the back of the hand!

Oh! I have had such bad luck in the past two years!

At the beginning of the year, Hua saw a small village at the foot of the mountain with about ten households. She had observed it yesterday and found that the family that Yongkang took her to was a single household with no neighbors around.

This shouldn't be the right place, so Chushunihua decided to go down the mountain to ask for directions. It wasn't a good idea for her to just keep wandering around in the mountains.

If Yongkang returns and finds that she is missing, he will definitely look for her soon.

She has to find the right direction to have a chance to escape.

At the beginning of the year, she walked down the mountain. Maybe it was because she had been unlucky for the past two years. Not long after she started walking, she met Yongkang who was on his way back.

The official road is just ahead of the village below. Yongkang stayed here for a night and was about to go back for breakfast when he saw a dark figure walking down the mountain.

Nianchuhua looked so miserable that Yongkang didn't recognize her at first glance. He thought she was a beggar who came down the mountain to the city to beg for food!

When Chushouhua spotted Yongkang with his sharp eyes, he was stunned at first, then immediately turned around and ran up the mountain.

"Damn, how could I be so unlucky? I ran all night and ended up in front of him."

Yongkang sensed something was wrong, spat, and chased after him with gritted teeth.

"This woman is really not a worry at all!"

Yongkang came back from the right direction. Chushouhua guessed the direction the man entered the city from and ran towards that direction as hard as he could.

But she had been walking in the mountains for most of the night and was tired and hungry. Her strength had long been exhausted. While running, she tripped over a vine and fell.

Ignoring the piercing pain in his knee, Nian Chuhua used his hands and feet to get up and continued running forward.

Seeing Yongkang getting closer and closer, Chushulhua wanted to shout for help, but his throat was no match for his voice and he could only run forward desperately.

At the beginning of the year, Hua prayed in her heart, hoping that the Bodhisattva would appear and save her from the dire straits. From then on, she fasted and chanted Buddhist scriptures every day to thank the Bodhisattva for his protection.

The Bodhisattva hadn't arrived yet, but Yongkang's devilish voice came from behind.

"If you don't stop, I will immediately break your legs when I catch up with you, and you will never be able to stand up again in your life."

Chushulhua rolled his eyes, as if he would be nice to her if she stopped.

Nianchuhua could already feel Yongkang coming behind her, reaching out his claws towards her.

It's too late to say, then soon!

Just when Yongkang's hand was about to touch Nianchuhua's shoulder, a figure suddenly slid down from the tree trunk beside Nianchuhua.

Yongkang was kicked flying, hitting the tree trunk behind him, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

At the beginning of the year, Hua was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

The people who came were none other than the personal guards of the King of Xiliang who had been looking for Yongkang and his men for several days.

"You son of a bitch, you made it easy for me to find you."

"Thief, take your life!"

"You son of a bitch, look, I'm going to kill you today."

The so-called enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

The chief of the personal guards and his five younger brothers went forward with swords raised, with the tips of the swords pointing directly at Yongkang's face.

Yongkang drew his sword and blocked the fatal blow. The two sides began a fierce fight. At this time, both sides wanted to kill the other, so they were extremely ruthless and every blow was fatal.

Nianchuhua paused for a second, then immediately got up and took advantage of the fierce fight between the two sides to run away.