Chapter 621: The End of Changjia Village 5
The man lying in the fluffy haystack suddenly began to breathe rapidly, his fingertips clenched violently, his brow furrowed, and his eyeballs rolled under his eyelids...
Wang Honghong was dozing off against the mine wall.
In the quiet mine, the slightest sound was amplified countless times.
Wang Honghong raised her eyelids and glanced at Brother Jiang out of habit. Seeing that he finally reacted, she sat up suddenly and all her sleepiness disappeared.
"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang!"
"Quarrel."
The man suddenly opened his eyes. Wang Honghong was startled at first, but then she was delighted. "Brother Jiang, you're finally awake."
"I'll go call my sister-in-law!" Wang Honghong said and rushed out.
His wife is here?!
Jiang Chen's inflated balloon suddenly stood up.
He slowed his breathing and sat up, his western limbs still too weak to hold onto the mountain wall, eagerly waiting to see Ye Rou.
He subconsciously glanced around, and when he saw a figure squatting in the corner with his back to him, he frowned.
"Old man, why are you here?"
The person squatting in the corner slowly raised his head.
Jiang Chen saw Old Man Chang's expression and raised his eyebrows: "Did you get beaten up?"
The old man's face was blue and red, looking a little scary.
Old Man Chang glared at him resentfully, as if afraid of being overheard by some terrifying creature. In the cave where only two people were, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Your wife is abusing the elderly!"
"Impossible." Jiang Chen subconsciously retorted: "My wife is so obedient and beautiful, I wouldn't even dare to step on an ant to death."
"..." Old Man Chang really wanted to spit blood on Jiang Chen's face. He pressed his chest hard and asked with a sullen face, "How many wives do you have?"
Is this the one he saw? Ugly and fierce, she punched through his cave, and Jian Shou was not a woman but a monster in human skin!
"I was asleep at the time, and your wife kicked down half of my cave! She dragged me out, and guess what she said? She said she smelled your scent and knew you'd been here. She insisted I tell her where you were, and when I refused, she punched me in the face and forced me to take her up the mountain. You know what she did again..."
Old Man Chang hadn't finished his complaints when he was caught off guard by the man's dark eyes, and his voice stopped abruptly.
The darkness was obscure and countless negative emotions condensed into a black mist that tightly covered the eyes, making it impossible to see the bottom at a glance, like a whirlpool of darkness.
Jiang Chen licked the unknown sweet taste from his lips: "Don't slander my wife."
"I slandered her?!" Old Man Chang broke into disbelief.
He pointed at Jiang Chen with a shaking hand: "You little bastard, I think you are not poisoned, you are blind!"
Jiang Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He was looking forward to meeting his wife.
"Swish!" The sharp arrow brushed past his ear and pierced through the wooden board that was temporarily used as a target.
The wooden board could not withstand the huge inertia brought by the sharp arrow and broke and fell to the ground.
Ah Mao looked at the twelfth board that had been shot and cracked, and applauded: "Another hit, sister is so awesome!"
Not far from Amao, the escaped supervisor and local miners were squatting together with their heads in their arms. If anyone of them could no longer squat and moved, the sharp arrows would whiz towards them.
Under the intimidation, no one dared to move and they all squatted quietly.
The abducted miners were treated much better; at least they could move freely.
They stared at the supervisor who often tortured them, gritting their teeth in hatred.
But the strange thing is that no one in that group dared to make any sound, as if they were afraid of attracting the attention of some terrifying creature.
Meng Guan looked down from above, his eyes sweeping over Zhao Shan who was lying unconscious on the ground, with a bloody hole in his wrist and bleeding profusely. He tilted his head to look at his sister-in-law with hesitation on his face.
It’s no wonder these guys are scared, he also feels a little scared.
He and Wang Honghong were driven out of the cave by his sister-in-law. As soon as they came out, they saw all the people who had escaped from the mine - supervisors, local miners and abducted miners who should have gone down the mountain according to the plan.
More than a hundred people were divided into three small groups and stood there without any ropes tying them up, but no one dared to run away.
Meng Guan was very curious about how his sister-in-law did it, but he didn't dare to ask.
It was because Ye Rou was surrounded by a murderous rage at that moment, and no one dared to touch her.
Ye Rou took the arrow indifferently, drew the bow and shot again.
"Bang!" The wooden board a hundred meters away was shot through.
Meng Guan swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. After all, it was just blood loss, and no one should die - he thought so irresponsibly, and in his heart he hoped that Brother Jiang would wake up soon.
Zhao Shan held down his aching wrist tightly, his face pale.
Seeing his pain, the local miners wanted to help him but did not dare to move. They kept holding their head and did not dare to say a word.
Zhao Shan's head throbbed with pain, and he felt secretly resentful.
He originally wanted to run away, but unfortunately he met this ancestor.
Zhao Shan and his men escaped while Liao Zhao was not paying attention.
Halfway through the run, he bumped into the abducted miners and saw "Cripple Zhang" and "Old Wu," who had died of illness but were still alive and kicking...
He immediately realized that he had been deceived, and was filled with anger. He immediately took people to catch these bastards.
Lame Zhang and Old Wu didn't expect to be so unlucky and run into Zhao Shan.
They left the abandoned mine and lost sight of the sun. Suddenly they smelled the fresh scent of the forest and were all overjoyed.
Old Wu still remembered the task given by the three young men, reminding them to go down the mountain to find the police, but they got lost in the mountains.
After being locked up in a mine for decades, he started mining as soon as he opened his eyes every day. He had lost his sense of direction long ago and couldn't even distinguish the most basic directions of east, south, west and north.
Some people also felt that since they were out, they should flee as soon as possible. Going down the mountain to call the police and running into people from Changjia Village would be courting death...
The team had disagreements and different opinions, and the arguing wasted time.
When they finally found the mountain road and wanted to go down the mountain, they happened to run into Zhao Shan and others who were running out of the mine.
Two groups of people were standing on the narrow mountain road that was only wide enough for one person to pass.
A group of people laughed ferociously, and the leader Zhao Shan held Luo Laojiu's hunting rifle and pointed it at Lao Wu's head.
A group of thin people huddled together.
They crashed into Zhao Shan's hands, and the hope of escape was like a fragile bubble that was completely punctured by the black gun barrel.
These people who had been abducted to mine for many years could not bear the psychological gap and began to sob and cry.
"You bastards, you still have the nerve to cry!" Zhao Shan said disgustedly, "The mine is in such a mess, it's all your fault!"
"Come back with me and continue mining. If you dare to run, I'll break your legs!"
The sound of Zhao Shan pressing forward was like a dense spider web that tightly wrapped around a person, and the feeling of suffocation and despair surged and spread.
Lame Zhang and Old Wu looked at each other, and years of tacit understanding made them immediately understand each other's meaning.
They pounced on Zhao Shan and shouted, "Run!"
The action was so sudden that no one could react and almost stood there in a daze.
Because of this moment of hesitation, he missed the best opportunity to escape.
Zhao Shan was strong and healthy, and the two skinny old men couldn't hold him down at all, which instead completely angered him.
Zhao Shan suddenly kicked Old Wu down, the barrel of the gun against his head:
"If you dare to run, I'll send you to hell!"
The hard barrel of the gun poked at his head, and Old Wu closed his eyes in despair.
At the moment Zhao Shan pulled the trigger, a sharp arrow whizzed through the air and pierced Zhao Shan's wrist holding the gun, and warm and fishy blood splattered all over Old Wu's head.
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