ten steps one kill

The shape and color, but when you look closely, you find that the body covered under the clothes has decayed and festered, the flesh on the face is like a melted candle, and there are only holes where the eyes should be, with white maggots coming in and out.Several people were soaking in the stream on their backs. Their pale skin was swollen and swollen, and they got stuck between the gravel at the bottom of the stream, dyeing the river water with a foul smell.

The corpse was already rotten, and only traces of cutting with sharp weapons could be discerned from the clothes. It was obvious that there had been a battle here. There were two wooden carts beside the stream, and the carts, wheels, and ropes had also been hacked by knives. It lay crookedly on the side of the road, and there was nothing left in the bucket except for a few worn-out parcels.

"I'm afraid it's a business traveler who was robbed." An Guangxia frowned, "I brought it from Shanxi to do business with strange stones. I just passed by Xilingzhai half a month ago and stayed for three days."

Everyone recalled the caravan that lived there half a month ago. Seeing a group of enthusiastic and funny people with accents turn into a pile of horrifying carrion in an instant, all the viewers were filled with righteous indignation: "It's nothing more than grabbing things, but even killing people!" Also, these Southern barbarian bandits are really worse than beasts."

However, they did not expect that the tragedy in front of them was just the beginning. There were more than one corpse in the dense forest, and there were several groups of victims on the road ahead. The oldest one had completely lost its flesh and turned into a pile of white bones.

Yinyang Bay, separated by Yinyang.

Facing the more shocking scene, Yan Qianfan's face became more and more serious, he held his breath and didn't know where to vent it. At this moment, his eyes caught a group of dark shadows, curled up under an old banyan tree, It looks like a human from a distance, and its shoulders seem to be moving slightly.

The sash of the banyan tree hangs down on his body, like many skinny hands grabbing his shoulders, trying to roll him off the ground.

"There are living people over there!" Yan Qianfan shouted loudly, and rushed to get closer, only to find that the figure was a skinny child with a pale complexion, but he was still alive.

He was overjoyed, and immediately squatted down in front of the other party, using the dim light to try his best to identify the other party's appearance.

"Little devil, what's wrong with you?"

The figure moved again, but it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to raise his head, let alone answer his question.Yan Qianfan lowered his head without hesitation, untied the water bag from his waist, unplugged it, lifted it to the child's lips, tilted it slowly, and poured the clear water into the other's mouth.

Feng Guangsheng followed closely behind him, but he frowned and said, "This kid's complexion is darker, and his appearance is also different from ours. I'm afraid he is a child of the Southern Man."

As soon as this remark came out, someone immediately said indignantly: "The son of the Nanman has done a lot of harm. You can't keep it!"

The people in the Xiling village were already gathered under the banyan tree, staring at the child at the bottom of the tree. Seeing this, Yan Qianfan immediately protected the little body in his arms, and said loudly: "Whether it's from the Southern Man or the Central Plains, where is it?" People are not innocent victims, we are dealing with bandits, not children."

"But he is a foreigner after all, what if..."

"If you talk about a foreign land, I used to be a foreign land with you, but now we are also companions!"

The commotion of the crowd stopped suddenly, replaced by an unnatural silence.

Yan Qianfan was startled for a moment, then his heart sank, the soles of his feet seemed to lose support, and he sank even deeper into the depths of dead branches and leaves, allowing the dark and sticky mud to fill his nose and throat.

Ten years of time, ten years of friendship fighting side by side, can't even bridge the gap in identity.Even if he stretched out his branches to the light, high and far, he still couldn't erase the prejudice rooted in the soil.

In the silence, only An Guangsha said: "He is right."

The simple and firm words are like a ray of light that cuts through the darkness.

Yan Qianfan held the Nanman child into his arms and watched him drink the clear water. His breathing seemed to be much easier, and his lips moved faster.He took off the herbal sachet on his body to drive away the miasma, and generously raised it to the bottom of the opponent's nose.

The little life in the arms finally opened its eyes.

At the same time, Yan Qianfan felt a chill on his back, and a long spear flew up to his shoulder like a gust of wind, and brushed against his ear.

The spear was aimed at the child's forehead.

The spear was thrust out from An Guangsha's hand.

But the barrel of the gun turned backwards and forwards in An Guangsha's hands, and the side that shot out was the back of the gun without sharp edges, a blunt tip that looked like a stick.

The blunt head knocked on the Nanman kid's forehead impartially, the force was not too harsh, it would not hurt anyone, but it was just enough to make the target lose its balance and fall backwards.

When the little ghost fell on his back, Yan Qianfan opened his eyes wide, showing a look of astonishment.

He clearly saw that the little ghost was hiding a dagger in his arms, covered it with loose clothes, and held it firmly in the palm of his hand, only a small tip of the sword was exposed.

He was so close to the opponent just now, the sword's edge could have pierced into his abdomen without any effort, if An Guangsha hadn't rescued him in time, his life might be in danger.

After being knocked down by An Guangsha, the little ghost seemed to wake up suddenly, quickly supported his crumbling body, and raised his arms forward again, no longer hiding the edge of the dagger, but aimed directly at Yan Qianfan's throat, and stabbed straight out.

In this blow, it seemed that all the strength of the little ghost had been poured into it. Yan Qianfan was shaken by the cold sword light, and he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, and immediately put on a counterattack posture.

A weak little ghost couldn't fight against the Three Heroes of Xiling after all. Yan Qianfan easily dodged the opponent's blow with all his strength, and instead pressed the little ghost's shoulder, twisted and squeezed along the thin arm, The sharp dagger was handed over to his palm.

He asked sharply: "I'm kind enough to help you, why did you plot against me?"

The little ghost didn't answer, but just gave him a hard look, and the eyes that were still blurred just now were shining with a cold light that was sharper than the edge of a sword.

However, the sharp vision was fleeting, and the kid suddenly let go of the strength on his shoulders, no longer struggling to resist, like a mass of melting ice water, hard and cold all turned into soft streams, his lips moved unnaturally, Like chewing on something desperately.

Yan Qianfan's heart shuddered, only then did he realize that the other party was just a child.

"What did you swallow? Spit it out!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to pinch the kid's two jaws, and squeezed hard, forcing the kid's mouth to grow into a circle, and the two rows of teeth separated up and down to release the thing held between the teeth.The other hand circled behind the opponent's head, and patted the back of the head with the palm.

The little ghost was pinched up and down by him, instinctively shrank his shoulders, vomited, and spit out the whole thing in his mouth.

It is a wax pellet, rolling across the ground where the rotten leaves are piled up, and rolling into the gaps between the leaves.

Before disappearing, it was firmly held by Feng Guangsheng.

Feng Guangsheng bent down to pick up the wax pill, brought it to the bottom of his eyes to stare carefully, and saw two rows of deep teeth marks on the surface of the wax pill. With a little force, the wax shell burst open, revealing the things hidden inside. A strange bitterness.

Feng Guangsheng lowered his head and sniffed, his face darkened suddenly: "There is a strong poison in this wax pill. Fortunately, the little devil didn't bite it through just now. If he swallowed it whole, his life may be in danger now."

Yan Qianfan looked shocked and looked at the other party in disbelief.

Feng Guangsheng also lowered his head, turned his gaze to the little ghost, and said in a deep voice, "Someone sent you to assassinate us, right?"

It's a pity that the child didn't seem to understand Feng Guangsheng's words, he just kept kicking and kicking, and his eyes glanced at the menacing adults opposite him in turn, with fear and ferocity in his eyes, like a violent little beast , Rao is forced to the end of the road, still unwilling to put away his minions, even though his immature claws are actually vulnerable to a single blow.

Yan Qianfan looked at him, as if seeing a familiar and long-lost shadow on his body, his eyes became gentle involuntarily, and the strength in his hands also slowed down a lot.

The people in Xiling Village were not so good-tempered, and someone said: "The Nanman are all harmful things, we can't tolerate any of them!"

"Don't hurt him!" Yan Qianfan shouted loudly, at the same time, he stretched out an arm to grab the kid and held him to the bottom of his eyes.It is not so much to subdue him, but to protect him behind his back.

Feng Guangsheng looked at Yan Qianfan: "Brother, calm down, in case there are other plots..."

"He's just a child, what kind of conspiracy can he have?" Yan Qianfan said, wrapping his index finger and thumb around the little devil's wrist, brushing his sleeves and pushing up, pushing the rough and spacious cloth to the shoulders, revealing his thin arm.

There are many scars on the arm, some of which have not yet scabbed, and the edges are dotted with large and small blood beads, which looks extremely hideous, like a spider weaving a bright red web.

Yan Qianfan said: "How can an assassin in the world be tortured like this, and hide the poison under his tongue, ready to die at all times. Even if he is to be dealt with, he should first ask the reason."

Everyone was at a loss for words for a while, and finally An Guangsha's words broke the silence: "It's okay to save him, let me search first, just in case."

Yan Qianfan nodded, stood up immediately, and made room for the other party.Since he was a child, he didn't like to listen to other people's words, but An Guangsha's words carried a lot of weight in his heart.

An Guangxia squatted in front of the kid, clapped and pinched his hands, and searched the kid inside and out.The little ghost had a dark face, his mouth was bared, and he couldn't help grunting from the back of his throat. His hands and feet were controlled by others, so he bit his teeth to resist, and An Guangsha could only slap him away again and again.

After the body search, An Guangsha breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "No other weapons are hidden, everyone can rest assured."

The words of being the master of the family not only worked for Yan Qianfan, but also for the other people in Xiling Village.No one spoke rudely anymore, instead, a kind-hearted man stood up and said, "Let me talk to him, I can speak Nanman dialect."

"Then please Brother Shui."

Brother Shui is in his forties this year. He used to run darts in the Nanman area. He was brave and brave. But he can no longer regain his previous skills.He simply shut down the Escort Bureau and stayed in Xilingzhai to act as an interpreter.

Brother Shui also raised two dolls, one big and one small, at the age of mischievous and rebellious, so he is good at dealing with children.I saw him squatting in front of the Nanman kid, his expression sometimes gentle and sometimes serious, after talking with him, he turned back to his companion and said: "This kid's name is Aji, he is from Waipu, he was just a commoner, a few days ago His home was destroyed by bandits, his parents were killed, and his sister was also robbed. He was asked to pretend to be an orphan, guard in Yinyang Bay, and wait for an opportunity to assassinate the people of Xiling Village. If he dared not follow, his sister would be killed. .”

Although the Nanman dialect is very different from the Chinese dialect, the pronunciation of the word "sister" is very similar. Although Aji couldn't understand what Brother Shui said, when he heard the word "sister" spit out by the other party, he burst into tears.

Feng Guangsheng frowned and said, "These bastards are forcing children to commit murder."

Brother Shui's expression was solemn: "According to what he said, there are more than one child like him who has been forced to commit murder. We must be extra careful on the way forward."

Yan Qianfan rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Shui, can you ask where the bandits are hiding? If there are little ghosts leading the way, it will be easier for us to find it. I can't wait to teach those bastards a lesson."

Brother Shui understood, returned to Aji, and asked in Nanman dialect: "Where did the bandits catch your sister? Tell uncle, and uncle will rescue her right away."

Startled, Aji took a step back unconsciously, leaning his back against the trunk of the banyan tree, pursing his lips and not speaking.

Brother Shui turned around and pointed: "The three elder brothers who wield guns in front of you are known as the Three Heroes of Xiling, and they are the most powerful people in Xiling Mountain. With your help, we will definitely be able to rescue your sister."

Aji showed suspicion, but remained silent.

"He doesn't seem to believe me, it's difficult." Brother Shui said with a wry smile.

"Let me try." Yan Qianfan took a step forward, bent down in front of Aji, pointed at the gun barrel behind him, and deliberately said in a slow tone: "If you don't believe in my ability? Shall I show you my hand?"

Aji didn't speak, but the eyes he looked at Yan Qianfan changed, his face was gray, and he couldn't hide the yearning overflowing from his eyes.

Which child does not yearn for heroes.

Yan Qianfan is very clear, in Aji's body, he seems to see himself ten years ago, getting up from the muddy ground again and again, holding the gun barrel with trembling fingers, repeating the seemingly impossible The move is only to turn the distant vision into reality.

He raised his arm, leaned behind his back, and held the gun barrel instead.

Which man does not want to hold his dream in the palm of his hand, his dream is this slender and round ebony, after years of grinding, it has become smooth and tame, simple but strong.

He raised his arms and exerted strength, and the gun barrel was coiled around his wrist, which was a move of "diving the dragon out of the water", bringing out a gust of wind.The tip of the gun with the red tassel was straight forward, and the silver flowers on the tip of the gun bloomed one after another, dragging out a bright trajectory, over the top of Aji's head, and burrowed into the banyan tree solidly.

The banyan tree is at least a hundred years old. The trunk is thick and covered with coiled lines. Even if a few people hold hands, they may not be able to surround it.Yan Qianfan stabbed with this spear, but it was like a stone stirring up thousands of waves, the bursting force made the huge tree trunk shake non-stop, and the branches shook innumerable vine leaves, which fluttered to the ground, as if falling A dense rain.

After ten years of hard training, his marksmanship has already reached its peak.This kind of skill of pulling a thousand catties in fours and twos is as natural as breathing.

He raised the corners of his mouth and gave Aji a smug smile.

The meaning in this smile can be conveyed without words.

Before Brother Shui could speak, Aji let go of his fist, raised his thin face, licked his lips with his tongue, and spit out a string of words.

Brother Shui heard it, and said with a happy face: "He said he would be happy to lead us the way."

Yan Qianfan's confidence was definitely not groundless. The record of invincibility of the Xiling Three Heroes continued until this day. Under the leadership of the three men, more than [-] elite soldiers surrounded the place where the bandits lived with the speed of magic soldiers, and drove straight in. The blocking posture caught the enemy by surprise.

After a fierce battle, An Guangxia beheaded the bandit leader in the hall, and the mob was routed. Except for a few people who escaped by chance, the rest were captured by the Xiling Villagers, surrendered their weapons, tied them in a row, and knelt on their own In the lair.

This lair is located outside Yinyang Bay, in a town that looks like an ordinary town. There are almost no people in the town.

The rice in the field is in a mess, the canals on both sides of the fields have been turned into sewage ditches, the corpses of slaughtered animals are thrown on the side of the road at will, crows are in groups, and the smelly rot is everywhere. The shops in the town have been looted and smashed into a mess. There was a pungent smell of wine in the air, and the windows of every household were pitch-black, but the bandit's residence was shining brightly. It was the looted emerald glass, piled up together, emitting a dazzling light.

I'm afraid even they themselves can't tell how much blood is hidden behind this brilliance.

Aji finally found his sister.She was locked in a dark cellar, but fortunately she was not injured by the rebels.But her appearance is haggard, and her injuries are much more serious than Aji. The jackal-like gangster would never let a young woman like her go. Shaking, people really can't bear to think about the grievances she has suffered.

But at the time of reunion, Sister Aji's eyes became clear again. She did not shed tears or cry. Instead, she hugged her crying brother, stroking her shoulders and comforting her softly.

Yan Qianfan was on the verge of weeping, his eyes soon filled with tears.

Feng Guangsheng passed by him, mocking him with exaggerated laughter: "Brother Yan, where did you go with your aura of one against a hundred just now? Why are you not as good as a little girl?"

"I'm just moved," Yan Qianfan complained with a choked voice, "Isn't it moving?"

An Guangsha also came to the two of them, but his expression was a little dignified: "I have questioned just now. Among these bandits, many of them have been engaged in robbery all their lives, but they have always been sneaky. They have never been so arrogant."

Feng Guangsheng said: "It's because there are people behind the back. The rebels in Waipu are crazy about making money. I think they will extend their claws to the Central Plains sooner or later. If they really raise their troops to fight, we will not be able to bear it. We should report to the peace sooner or later." The Nanwang Mansion is good."

An Guangsha replied: "Don't worry, I have already reported that the government will send more defenders to Baling, we will take these people back and hand them over to the defenders." Glancing in Aji's direction, he frowned and said, "It's just that these brats are a little difficult to deal with."

Eleven children in the town were displaced like the Aji siblings.They all suffered from the bandits, and Aji was the smartest. Some of them were frightened and couldn't even speak a complete sentence. Brother Shui was taking turns to comfort them.

Feng Guangsheng sighed, and said: "These little babies are also suffering. The dry food we brought along the way is wrapped around, so let's leave more for them."

Yan Qianfan interjected, "Let's take them back."

Feng Guangsheng was shocked: "Take them back? But they are not prisoners. The defenders are always afraid of trouble, so they will definitely not take care of them."

Yan Qianfan said: "But their relatives are gone, and their residences have been destroyed in various ways. Once we leave, how will they live?"

Feng Guangsheng still shook his head: "Brother Yan, I know you have a kind heart, but the income in the village has decreased this year, the reinforcements from the government have been delayed, and our food is also very short, how can we still support these eleven mouths. "

"They can also help with the work. Even if they don't go to the fields, they can always feed chickens and ducks."

"Brother Yan..."

Yan Qianfan argued hastily: "Anyway, let's take them in for a while, at least wait until the war in Waipu country subsides, and then send them back."

"It's already very difficult for us to help our compatriots. If you save a child of a foreign race like this, the foreign race may not be grateful to you."

"We act chivalrously, not to be appreciated by others!"

Looking at each other, Feng Guangsheng looked at the other party's stubborn gaze, shook his head, turned to An Guangsha and said, "Brother, I object, you decide."

Yan Qianfan immediately held An Guangsha's hand, raised his head like he was when he was young, and said, "Brother An! I persuaded Ah Ji, so just treat it as a reward for my meritorious service, okay?"

The sound of the three people arguing spread outside the house, and the people of Xiling village gathered at one place at some unknown time, silently waiting for the young master's decision.

After a long time, An Guangsha finally nodded: "Then let's take them along."

Yan Qianfan laughed through tears.

The two children also seemed to understand An Guangsha's words, and they raised their heads one after another, with ignorant expectations in their eyes.

After walking for three full days on the way back, it was already late at night when we arrived at Xiling Village. Yan Qianfan rode his horse and covered the stars. The golden shimmer is like a string of pearls falling on a jade plate.

A smile appeared on his dusty face.

An Guangsha was driving alongside him, and when he saw his dreamy expression suddenly, he teased him and said, "Are you so happy?"

"Yes," Yan Qianfan nodded, "Maybe it's nothing to you, but I finally did something I'm proud of."

The two tightened the reins, slowed down their pace, and watched the suspension bridge of Xilingzhai fall slowly, building a triumphant road in the mountain stream. The flags on the bridge towers fluttered in the wind, as if they were lining the road to welcome the return of heroes.

Yan Qianfan narrowed his eyes, and suddenly saw himself ten years ago walking on the same road.The sickly little ghost was wearing a thick fur coat, carefully looking at the strange things around him with a pair of eyes.

After ten years, the two eyes met.

The ghost from the past showed a little fear.

He took a deep breath, rode his horse forward a few steps, put his hands on the little devil's shoulders, and said to him: "Go forward, this is your own choice, you won't regret it."

Life is the crystallization of countless choices. Although he can't choose his origin or where he will go, there are always some things he can choose.

On this day, he saved both his own compatriots and the children of foreign races, and he was finally worthy of his original choice.

The little ghost turned his eyes away from him, moved to the vast and dark road ahead, and followed the team slowly into the gate of Xiling Village, towards his own destiny.

"Being here is the luckiest thing in my life." He closed his eyes and said softly, as if he was talking to An Guangsha or talking to himself.

At that time, he did not expect that his cherished homeland was about to be burned by the fire.

That fire also broke out suddenly after nightfall.

Yan Qianfan has never seen such a big fire. The flames rolled up layers of heat waves, covering the sky and covering the sun, illuminating the night on the ground like day, and the sky was crimson red, and the moon was hidden in the thick smoke , agitated with the fire, as if the heart was exposed after the chest was torn open.

The naked heart beats in the sky, illuminating the world in a panic.

This is not an ordinary mountain fire, but a strange fire that started from the Xiling Village. The houses in the village were close together, like a group of brothers in need shoulder to shoulder, and they were all burned alive by the flames. The ground was torn apart, the body was twisted under the hot torture, and the skeleton made a crackling sound when it collapsed.

The people living under the eaves all screamed and ran away, leaving them where they were, and it would not take long for them to die in pain and turn into a cloud of light ashes.

People in Xiling Village wept bitterly, women and men hugged their heads and wept, the elderly coughed as if they were about to expel their spleen and lungs out of their throats, and children ran around, crying their parents' names with hoarse voices.They had fled far away, but the flames kept burning, even spreading to the wheat fields by the water, and the straw that had just been cut was also covered in flames. The clear river water seemed to have turned into oil, making the fire even more intense .

The people who lost their homes were looking for a vent in despair. The first one to be surrounded was the guard on duty tonight. People grabbed him by the collar and asked angrily: "There are foreign enemies in the village, why didn't you report it? !"

The guard also blushed, and raised his voice to argue: "I guarantee with my head that I never let anyone in. The ones who set the fire can only be the people in the village."

"You're talking nonsense, there have never been any traitors in Xiling Village!"

"Then you said who set the fire, could it be a ghost?"

The two sides couldn't stop arguing, until the one-eyed dragon of the Zhang family interjected: "It's not a ghost, it's those Waipu people, they must have done it!"

"Waipu people?" The guard was stunned immediately, "You mean those eleven children? They are just children."

"What about the children? It's because they're young that we let our guard down!"

Zhang Duyan's eyes were shot blind by a bandit's poisonous arrow when he led the team to defend the village to defend against foreign aggression.Even though he was blind, he was still known as a ruthless person in Xiling Village.

He stomped his feet, stared at one red eye, and said, "Waipu people are not our compatriots at all! Didn't you hear the story of the farmer being bitten by a snake? You shouldn't have kindly taken in those wolf-hearted bastards in the first place!"

As soon as he opened his rough voice, the crowd immediately became silent, and only his voice became more and more angry: "Now that the matter has come to an end, they should be arrested and questioned!"

"Calm down!" The guard grabbed his shoulders, "At least wait for Master Shao to speak."

"Young master? Where is the young master?"

"On the bridge."

As soon as the guard's voice fell, even the vicious Zhang Cyclops froze on the spot.

The poisonous arrow that made him lose his eyes was originally aimed at his chest, if An Guangsha hadn't pushed him from the side with his quick hands and eyes, now he would not be one-eyed, but a stone tablet in the cemetery.

He unconsciously clenched his fingers and murmured, "The bridge is almost burned."

The crowd fell silent again.

Many pairs of eyes, intact, incomplete, indignant, panicked, cast their sights on the bridge tower in the distance.

The bridge tower originally stood beside the gate of the village, facing the rapid current, tall and strong.It is the gate face of Xiling Village, the first pass to resist foreign enemies, and the pillar that stands firm in the hearts of Xiling Village people.

But at this moment, it was swinging violently in the flames, its originally solid body crumbling.

In the houses shoulder to shoulder like brothers, it is like a big brother who charges into battle. Even at the critical moment of life and death, knowing that the defeat is irreversible, he must stand firm until the last moment, holding the Xiling Village vigorously. The proud banner.

Anguang Building is in the bridge tower.

Yan Qianfan and Feng Guangsheng guarded the lee of the tower, barely avoiding the intrusion of thick smoke and flames.Yan Qianfan ran into the bridge tower, and as soon as he took a step, Feng Guangsheng grabbed his arm and dragged him back to his side: "You are stupid, do you want to become a baked bun by diving into the fire by yourself?"

The blunt joke did not ease the emotions of the two.Yan Qianfan's face was pale, and he almost shouted: "Brother An is still inside!"

"I know!" Feng Guangsheng showed a painful expression.

Yan Qianfan bit his lips tightly, and squeezed out words from between his teeth: "If you don't save him, I will!"

"You stay honest!" Feng Guangsheng also yelled at him, "You are the youngest among us, big brother told me to watch you, don't make trouble."

Yan Qianfan took a deep breath, feeling that his lungs were going to be blistered by the hot air, and he asked: "What is hidden in the bridge tower, and you have to risk your life to get it?"

Feng Guangsheng said: "Ten years ago, Xiling Village was rewarded by King Pingnan. Apart from money, food and grass, there was also a very important thing, the rubbings of the Shuhe map."

"what is that?"

"At the beginning of the first emperor's establishment of the country, he recruited the descendants of the Mohists who were famous for being good at formations in the martial arts, and spent several years investigating the mountainous terrain of southern Xinjiang. As a whole, it contains countless mechanisms and mazes, which is the foundation of guarding southern Xinjiang for hundreds of years. The old master asked for the rubbings to learn skills from it and strengthen the Xiling Village with the formation. Later, some designs were added or subtracted. It is also written on it in great detail."

"Then..." Yan Qianfan showed a look of astonishment, "If someone wants to raise an army to invade and get this rubbing..."

Feng Guangsheng said in a stiff tone: "It's probably like a tiger with wings added."

Yan Qianfan stopped talking.Although he never participated in the construction of Xiling Village in person, he has already understood the importance of the Map of Hehe after ten years of experience.After all, Xiling Village is just a folk village. Even if it is adjacent to the southern border fortress, at most it can only fight against bandits. half a day.

He stood there dumbfounded, and no longer mentioned the matter of saving lives.

It's strange to say that Yan Qianfan was quiet, but Feng Guangsheng felt uneasy, looking anxiously at the bridge tower in the flames, and shouted loudly: "Brother, come out quickly, if the tower really collapses, I can't save you even ten of them."

A figure emerged from the flames, it was An Guangsha!

He finally rushed out of the sea of ​​flames safely, his face covered with ashes, his hair disheveled, and sparks hanging from his clothes, but his life was no longer in danger.

But his face was more flustered than ever before: "It's gone, the map is gone!"

When Feng Guangsheng heard this, his face turned ashes: "How could this be? Was it stolen? Is there a ghost in Xiling Village?"

Faced with three consecutive questions, An Guangsha hadn't answered yet, but Yan Qianfan couldn't help taking a step back, shaking his head and saying, "I...I..."

"You what?" Feng Guangsheng immediately grabbed his shoulder.

Yan Qianfan raised his stiff neck and said, "Recently, I have seen Aji often wandering around the bridge tower."

Feng Guangsheng's face turned pale: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"His expression was melancholy. I thought he was homesick and wanted to climb high and look far away, so I told the guards to let him in and not drive him away..."

In the sea of ​​flames, there were waves of heat, and Feng Guangsheng's palms were already covered with sweat.

Yan Qianfan was not much better, his face was dazed as if he had just woken up from a dream, he turned his eyes away from Feng Guangsheng, and turned to An Guangsha aside, as if he made a big mistake when he was a child and was waiting to be punished , cautiously said: "Brother An, I'm just guessing, I'm not sure yet..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a long and loud cracking sound behind him, accompanied by crackling burning sounds, creaking friction sounds, and the shadow over his head suddenly became larger and heavier, as if supporting It looked like the pillars of the sky were about to collapse.

After a moment of absent-mindedness, he suddenly realized that the bridge tower was about to collapse.

The flames rolled up, and suddenly a huge crimson wave was set off. Almost at the same time, An Guangsha said loudly: "Go back!" He raised his two arms to wrap around the shoulders of Yan Qianfan and Feng Guangsheng, pouring all his strength into it On the arm, pushing the two of them back quickly.

Yan Qianfan staggered back a few steps, his eyes still staring straight ahead, and two familiar figures suddenly appeared in his shaky vision.

How he wished he was wrong.

However, across a sea of ​​flames, the shadow on the opposite side became clearer.One is shorter, one is taller, one has short hair and disheveled hair, and the other has long hair shawls. They are Aji and his sister.The two of them hid in the shadow under the bridge tower, waiting quietly, waiting for the moment when the tower was destroyed by the fire and the decline was irreversible.

There was a loud bang, and a cloud of dust rose from the ground, which was swept into the air by the heat wave, and flew wantonly together with the ashes left by the burnt wood.

Through the firelight that filled the sky, Yan Qianfan clearly saw that Aji was holding a broad ax in his hand, the ax was wider and taller than his thin body.He swung his arms, turned his body into a support, tried his best to raise the hatchet high, and then dropped it heavily.

With a slamming blow, it seemed to hit Yan Qianfan's chest, and a gap was opened between the ribs, exposing a blood-red heart.In the dark sky, some ignorant thoughts popped up in his mind. It turned out that the beating sun in the sky was actually his own heart.

The sound of the rope breaking penetrated into my ears, and the suspension bridge lost the traction of the bridge tower and fell to the opposite side of the mountain stream.Aji took her sister's hand, and the two rushed to the bridge together.

Everything happened in an instant.The centuries-old foundation of Xiling Village collapsed like this, forever.

Yan Qianfan strode forward recklessly.

"Come back, it's dangerous!" An Guangsha called after him.

The collapsed bridge towers lay before him, every beam turned into fuel, and the intertwined fires turned into a wall, blocking Yan Qianfan's way.He was so burned that he coughed endlessly, and the tears were evaporated by the heat before they had time to flow out of his eyes. He wiped his cheeks to wipe off the dirt from sweat and soot, and endured the stinging pain in his throat, desperately to Shout out:

"Aggie, why—"

The foreign children couldn't understand his words at all, they just stopped because of his voice, turned around briefly, one arm was still protecting their sister, there was no gratitude or apology in their eyes, only indifference and determination.

"Aggie—"

The second call was swallowed by the flames, and the shadow on the opposite side of the flames only stayed for a short time, looked back, then turned around, and plunged into the boundless darkness ahead.

In the darkness, there was a low sobbing from the horns.

"This voice..." Feng Guangsheng opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

A dark shadow floated in the distance, spread out close to the horizon, approaching the direction of Xiling Village with a smear of red light from the sky, it was like a dark soldier attracted by karmic fire.

However, the sound of tamping footsteps quickly dispelled the illusion. Those shadows were undoubtedly people. Thousands of troops marched together. The sound of horseshoes resounded all over the field, and even the ground trembled.

"It's the army of Waipu State." Feng Guangsheng's voice trembled.

"They came prepared." An Guangsha's tone was also unusually heavy.

Only Yan Qianfan didn't make a sound, just stood there blankly, like five thunders hitting the top.

He couldn't believe it, it turned out that everything he chose was vain - the decisive assassin, the defeated bandit, the rescued child, all of them were others.