Traveling back to ancient times to make money and raise children is also free

The gods may be too busy and did not hear my thoughts about them, but maybe our lives need to go through some twists and turns before we can live a better life.

At this moment in Wu's house, Wu Cheng was in a bad mood and suddenly wanted to check the data. He brought his attendant to the gate of the courtyard.

After all, he was a soldier, so he was more sensitive to the smell of blood. As soon as he reached the gate of the yard, he felt something was wrong. Wu Cheng stopped and looked carefully at both sides of the steps. He saw a trace of blood.

Uncle Wolf was fetching water to wash in the middle of the night, but he was a little unclear in the dark and didn't notice the edge of the steps.

Wu Yong became alert and shouted loudly, "Someone, open the gate for me."

Upon hearing the order, the guards ran over and kicked the gate open.

When the door opened, everyone who saw it gasped. They saw that the usually scary He Lao had his hands and feet chopped off. Even his head fell to the side. The only thing left was his body, which fell into the poisonous flowers he had planted. There were pits and bumps everywhere. His death was extremely tragic.

After just one glance, he vomited with a timid cry.

When Wu Cheng saw this scene, he was instantly filled with terror, but this place was too important to him and he could not retreat.

He forced himself to cheer up and said to the group of soldiers, "Follow me closely and don't step on the wrong place. Let's go in and take a look." After that, he slowly moved his feet according to the method He Qing had taught him before, and passed through the yard full of poisonous flowers and weeds.

The guards following behind him followed suit, one after another with tense spirits. It took them less than half an hour to finally arrive at the room where He Qing lived.

The guards did not dare to touch it with their hands, so they used their knives to pry the door open. They saw that the door of the dark room that was previously closed had been opened. Wu Yong rushed in and saw that the place where the rams were usually placed was empty.

In an instant, Wu Cheng felt all the blood in his body rush to his head. He fell to the ground with his eyes black.

Chang Sui Yuanbao, who was beside him, quickly helped him up, pinched Wu Cheng's philtrum with his fingers, and cried out desperately, "Master, master, please wake up quickly, you can't fall down at this time! If you fall down, who will take care of these things? Then the Wu family will be finished. Master, please wake up quickly!"

Perhaps it was because of Yuanbao's crying call that Wu Cheng woke up from his coma and gave his first order: "Seal the city gates."

The soldiers under his command hurried to pass on the order.

Yuanbao helped Wu Cheng up and put him on a chair beside him. Wu Cheng grabbed Yuanbao's hand tightly and said, "Yuanbao, send someone to Jiangchuan's residence immediately to see where their people are. If they are, arrest them immediately. If they are not, send someone to chase them immediately. No matter if they are dead or alive."

Yuanbao exclaimed, "Master, that's the imperial envoy."

"I don't care about that. If they don't die, I will be the one to die. Besides, there are many mountains and bandits here. We should be careful. Who knows which bandit will kill them?"

"Yes. Yes, yes, sir, I'll ask someone to do it right away." Yuanbao responded hurriedly.

"Go quickly. If they resist, life or death will not matter. Just bring back the things they took away. Remember, you must not let them escape from Weibei. Go quickly!"

"Yes, sir." Yuanbao did not delay and hurriedly left the yard and began to mobilize people to look for our group everywhere.

Finally, in the afternoon, the first wave of people chasing us caught up with us at the edge of a woods.

Without any nonsense, they just started killing. It was obvious that this group of assassins were specially trained. Their eyes were full of loneliness and they didn't show any emotion. Some of them didn't care if they were injured or not. If they were caught, they would swallow the poison immediately and die on the spot.

Fortunately, Jiang Chuan, Uncle Wolf, and the people they brought with them from Fu Yi to Fu Twelve were all extraordinary martial artists. Seeing how tenacious these people were, they no longer thought about leaving them alive. Every strike was fatal. They were merciless. Half an hour later, the last of these people fell down, and they were all killed in the woods. Not a single one was left alive.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, I felt angry and a little lost. It was the first time I faced the death of so many people. I felt indescribably sad.

I know that my emotions are wrong. The other side wants to kill us, but I am still grieving for their death. If it weren't for Jiang Chuan and the dozen or so people who fought to the death to protect us, we might have died today.

I took a deep, deep breath, and stomped my damn saintly heart hard in the depths of my heart.

I want to live, live well. Seeing that Fu Shi and Fu Ba were injured, I couldn't find any clean cloth, so I simply tore a clean white underwear I carried with me into long strips and bandaged their injuries.

Zi Su picked up the dry food from her bag and distributed it to everyone.

With dry food in their mouths, everyone climbed onto the ground and continued to rush towards the capital.