Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

Chapter 355 Escape from the Valley

However, just as he was concentrating, a golden light suddenly shot out from the woods and hit the injured wolf demon king accurately like lightning.

This golden light was extremely powerful. After being hit by it, the Wolf Demon King let out a shrill scream.

Its body rolled on the ground in pain, obviously having suffered extremely serious injuries.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, the Wolf Demon King endured the severe pain, struggled to stand up, and then fled the scene quickly like a frightened rabbit.

Wang Zhan finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the Wolf Demon King walk away.

He lay on the ground exhausted, feeling like all the strength had been drained from his body.

Just then, Qingluo hurried over with a scepter in her hand.

It turned out that the golden light was the attack released by Qingluo. It was because of her timely attack that the Wolf Demon King suffered heavy damage and was eventually driven away.

Qingluo ran to Wang Zhan, looked at him anxiously, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Wang Zhan forced a smile and comforted her, "I'm fine. I won't die."

Although his voice was a little weak, he still tried to make himself sound relaxed.

Qingluo hurriedly squatted down, approached Wang Zhan, and carefully looked at the wounds on his body. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes were full of heartache and worry.

She whispered, "You are so badly injured that you must receive treatment immediately."

When Wang Zhan heard Qingluo's words, his heart sank. He was of course aware of the severity of his injuries.

However, the most urgent task at the moment is to ensure the safety of the two and prevent the wolf demons from attacking again.

So, he endured the pain and said quickly, "Let's get back on the carriage and leave here as soon as possible. Anyway, we've already taken everything we need. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid the wolf demon will come back."

Qingluo immediately realized that the situation was critical and this was definitely not a place to stay for long.

She quickly helped Wang Zhan up and carefully helped him into the carriage.

Fortunately, the carriage was already filled with all of old man Xie Nong's belongings, including gold, silver, jewelry, herbs, elixirs, utensils, food, some seasonings, etc.

Due to the limited space in the car, these items were stuffed full, making the car seem a bit crowded.

Wang Zhan lay in the carriage and breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and began to absorb the spiritual energy around him to speed up the recovery of his own strength. At the same time, he took back the Qi Yuan Gun he had thrown away.

Qingluo quickly jumped onto the carriage, took the reins, drove the horses, and galloped back the way they came.

As it was the middle of the night and it was pitch black all around, Qingluo could only hold a fire stick to barely light the road ahead.

She steered the carriage carefully, fearing that she would deviate from the route if she was not careful.

After some difficult groping, Qingluo finally succeeded in driving the carriage back to the original road after spending some time.

As Qingluo climbed onto the carriage in a hurry, her heart was beating like thunder and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She gripped the reins tightly, took a deep breath, and then swung them violently, with the whip in her hand falling as fast as lightning.

With the sound of a whip, the horse was startled and ran away like an arrow.

However, compared with before, its speed was obviously much slower, as if it was carrying a heavy burden.

The surroundings were pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you, which made it extremely difficult for the carriage to move.

Qingluo could only rely on the faint moonlight and observation of the road to steer the carriage with difficulty.

In the carriage, in addition to constantly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, Wang Zhan could also clearly feel that the surrounding aura was gradually increasing.

His heart tightened, knowing that the wolf demons had begun to gather.

"Hurry! The wolf demons outside are getting more and more powerful. We must leave here as soon as possible!" Wang Zhan shouted to Qingluo outside the car, enduring the pain in his body.

When Qingluo heard Wang Zhan's cry, she became even more anxious.

Without hesitation, she swung the whip again, hitting the horse's back hard, urging the horse to speed up.

As if sensing the approaching danger, the horse also tried its best to run wildly with all its four hooves.

The wheels rolled, the sound of horse hooves echoed through the valley, and the carriage was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the dark night.

Finally, after a difficult gallop, they successfully rushed out of the valley.

Wang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

However, just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, the carriage jolted violently, as if it had been hit by some huge force.

This sudden change made Wang Zhan's heart tighten. He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What's going on? What was that bumpy ride just now?"

Qingluo, who was holding the reins, seemed startled as well, but she quickly recovered and responded, "It's okay, I just ran into some rocks. There are so many rocks here, and it's very bumpy when I run."

Qingluo's voice was a little trembling, and it was obvious that she was also a little scared of the sudden bump.

After hearing Qingluo's explanation, Wang Zhan felt a little relieved.

He really needs to have a good rest now. After all, he is still injured. Only by resting well can he recover as soon as possible.

So he closed his eyes, leaned back in the carriage, and prepared to take a nap.

I don't know how long it took, but the carriage gradually slowed down.

Wang Zhan felt that the vibration of the carriage became less and less, and finally, the carriage stopped completely.

At this time, Qingluo's voice came from outside the car: "Husband, there are many empty houses outside."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhan slowly opened his eyes, and curiosity surged in his heart.

Without thinking too much, he stood up, opened the curtain and stood outside the carriage.

Wang Zhan stood outside the car, looking into the distance in the faint moonlight, and saw a few empty houses scattered not far away.

The houses looked somewhat dilapidated, with windows and doors tightly closed, giving them a spooky feel.

He looked around and found that it was extremely quiet. There was no sound at all, not even the rustling of leaves in the wind.

There was an eerie silence in the air, and a faint sense of unease was spreading.

Qingluo jumped lightly from the carriage and slowly walked to Wang Zhan's side.

Wang Zhan stood there, his figure appearing tall and firm in the moonlight.

"Let's go in and take a look, and find a safe place to rest." Wang Zhan's voice was low and steady. Qingluo nodded, and the two of them walked carefully towards one of the houses.

The house looked a bit old, with moss covering the walls and some broken glass on the windows.

Wang Zhan walked slowly to the door. He pushed it gently and the door hinge made a creaking sound.

The door slowly opened, and a stale smell blew in.

Wang Zhan took a deep breath and then stepped into the room carefully.

The room was filled with a faint smell of dust, and sunlight shone through the broken windows onto the ground, creating patches of mottled light and shadow.

The room was simply furnished with only a worn table and a few chairs. It looked like no one had lived here for some time.

"Let's rest here. We can use those clothes as blankets on the ground." Wang Zhan thought for a while, then turned back to the carriage and took down the clothes of the demon soldiers.

He spread the clothes on the ground, making them as flat as possible, then led the carriage to the door and tied the horses to the post at the door.

After everything was arranged, Wang Zhan and Qingluo lay together on this temporary bed.

Both of them were extremely tired, especially Wang Zhan, who had wounds on his body. The pain and fatigue made it almost impossible for him to hold on.