The fight took place in the dark. There were sounds, but they were drowned out by the sound of heavy rain outside, making them seem silent.
The martial arts of the two monks were obviously far beyond Gu Xinglang's imagination. After a few exchanges, Gu Xinglang was convinced that except for the time when the two monks were knocked unconscious by Yu Xiaoxiao, at other times, including when they were being tortured without saying a word and seemed to be stubborn, they were just acting with him.
After blocking a monk's palm, Gu Xinglang's back hit the stone wall heavily.
The two monks seemed to be sure that Gu Xinglang had no power to fight back, so they stopped temporarily.
"What do you want to do?" Gu Xinglang raised his hand to wipe the wet corners of his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice.
"You were taken away without anyone noticing," the monk who had been silent finally spoke at this time.
"Why?" Gu Xinglang asked.
"Gu Qinghui," the monk said, "just surrender."
At this time, another monk struck out with a palm.
Gu Xinglang took a deep breath and took the monk's blow head-on.
His body bounced up and slammed into the stone wall. The stone wall was swept by the palm wind, and gravel flew on Gu Xinglang's face. One of the gravel flew at the corner of his eye. Gu Xinglang closed his eyes in response to the stress. When he opened his eyes again, the world in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood, which made him feel vaguely nauseous.
"Let's go," the monk grabbed Gu Xinglang's collar and struck his solar plexus with his palm.
Gu Xinglang struggled and threw a punch, then his body slid down the stone wall and sat on the ground.
"Don't let him die," the monk who was standing aside and was about to stand by and watch reminded his companion.
The monk standing in front of Gu Xinglang squatted down. In the darkness, the two men could still see clearly. After testing Gu Xinglang's breath, the monk said, "He is just unconscious."
The monk at the side said: "While Yu Linglong is not here, let's take him away as soon as possible."
"What about the other people in the village?" asked the monk, who put his hand on Gu Xinglang's heart again.
The standing monk said in a grim voice: "Of course I won't keep you."
At this time, all the barbarian slaves in the village were locked in the house with no bystanders. Fengtian and Suzaku's gang had nowhere to escape at this time. They had been waiting for this opportunity for a whole day.
The standing monk looked at the corner and saw ten people huddled there. The monk believed that these ten people would not dare to say anything. These people were still useful to them and could not die for the time being. "Let's go," the monk turned his head and urged his companion again.
The half-crouching monk lifted Gu Xinglang's chin and wiped the blood from the corner of Gu Xinglang's mouth with his fingers. This young man seemed to be good at martial arts. I don't know why Abbot Mo Wen repeatedly told him that he wanted to see a living Gu Xinglang. The monk pressed the corner of Gu Xinglang's mouth with some force, and half of Gu Xinglang's face was distorted by the monk's pressing. Then the monk found that his men moved.
"Oh?" The monk said in surprise. This kid can wake up so quickly?
"What's wrong?" the standing monk asked immediately.
"No..." The monk said one word and then stopped talking.
Gu Xinglang raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
The monk facing Gu Xinglang was suddenly startled, and subconsciously wanted to chop Gu Xinglang's neck.
"What happened?" The standing monk felt that something was wrong and asked again hurriedly. Then he saw his companion fall backwards and fly out sideways.
The monk realized something was wrong and slapped Gu Xinglang who was still sitting on the ground.
In the darkness, the chiefs heard screams coming from the stone house, which made them even more silent.
"You," the monk was pinched by Gu Xinglang's throat. Looking at Gu Xinglang's bloodshot eyes, he suddenly thought of something. He used both hands to desperately pry open Gu Xinglang's hands that were pinching his throat and struggled to speak.
Gu Xinglang looked at the monk struggling to death in his hands, a faint smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he uttered two words: "Damn it."
The monk shook his head at Gu Xinglang and opened his mouth as wide as he could, as if he wanted to say something to Gu Xinglang.
Gu Xinglang grabbed the monk's left arm, and his flesh and blood body was torn into pieces in Gu Xinglang's hands like a piece of paper. The monk didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was torn into pieces by Gu Xinglang.
Another monk woke up from a brief coma and saw his companion being torn apart alive by Gu Xinglang with one hand.
The scene was so horrifying that the monk stood on the ground in a daze.
Gu Xinglang threw away the head with burns from his ordination that was still in his hand and turned to look at the monk sitting on the ground.
The monk suddenly jumped up from the ground and flew towards the door.
Seeing his hand touching the door of the stone house, the monk felt like he had survived a calamity. At this moment, Gu Xinglang's hand stained with blood pressed on the door of the stone house. The monk turned his head and was met with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Jiang Zhuojun hurriedly walked to the front of the big boss. Looking at this man who could even doze off while standing, Jiang Zhuojun shook his head and called out to the big boss, "Xiong Xiong!"
The boss rushed forward, opened his eyes and saw Jiang Zhuojun standing next to him. He came to his senses and said, "General Jiang, why are you here?"
Jiang Zhuojun said, "I was worried, so I came to check. Lao Tang told me that your son-in-law was alone in the room?"
The eldest boss said, "My princess hasn't come back yet, and the prince consort is furious. He's probably taking it out on those people in there right now."
Jiang Zhuojun looked at the stone house not far from him. Because the door was tightly closed, he couldn't see the light in the house. "How long has Qinghui been in there?" Jiang Zhuojun asked the boss.
The boss said, "It won't be long, General Xiao Jiang, let's wait a little longer."
"You should persuade him to rest," Jiang Zhuojun said to the boss, "What can he do in his current state?"
"My God," the head of the family said, "General Xiao Jiang, even you can't persuade my son-in-law. How can I, who only follows orders, persuade him?"
Jiang Zhuojun sighed.
The eldest boss said: "It's useless for anyone to persuade him now. My princess will bring the eldest young master back, and the prince consort will be fine."
Jiang Zhuojun waited for a while under the half-fallen and half-standing eaves, watching a burnt beam being washed away by the accumulated water and drifting to a lower place in the village.
The chief asked, "General Xiao Jiang, when will the rain stop?"
Jiang Zhuojun shook his head. The climate in Miao area is unpredictable. The rain might last for several days.
"What do you think my eldest young master is doing in the nursery field?" the eldest boss asked again.
Jiang Zhuojun shook his head at the boss and walked towards the stone house. Even if Gu Xinglang wanted to vent his anger, he should have vented enough anger after such a long time.
A note to readers:
The first update is here.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
