The night wind swirled around the mountain, like a wandering hand, making a rustling sound through the branches and leaves everywhere.
The sound came and went, and the little maid shook herself and moved closer to her mistress.
"Master, there's a light ahead." The driver pulled the reins tight, and the carriage creaked to a stop. If nothing unexpected happened, the bonfire ahead must be the caravan they encountered at noon.
"Keep going and find a place next to them to rest for a while."
Although they said they were next to each other, in fact, the distance between them was dozens of meters. The driver carefully observed for a while, and only stopped carefully when he saw that he was not being driven away.
Perhaps because there was someone nearby, the coachman and the maid slept very soundly that night.
The moon was at its zenith, the faint sound of the wind swirled in the woods, and the sound of wild beasts howling came from the distance. Xihe's eyelids moved and slowly opened.
Carefully stepping over the maid crouching by the door, I opened the car door and a cold night wind blew in.
Xihe rubbed his arms, jumped off the carriage, and quietly approached the convoy.
The orange bonfire swayed in the night wind, making crackling sounds. Three men, wrapped in their cloaks, mumbled something incomprehensible, the firelight reflected on their faces, and their brown eyes sparkled.
Glancing at the other people who were fast asleep in the carriage, Xihe pinched the pistachio in his hand and threw it out quickly.
Bang.
After three muffled thuds, a slender figure rushed out quickly and knocked people out one by one quickly, fiercely and steadily.
The mournful cry of birds echoed in the forest.
Xihe jumped off the carriage, walked to the campfire and rudely tore open a person's wrist. Sure enough, a spiral pattern appeared.
barbarians.
She smiled and hoped that Fu Yu would like this Mid-Autumn Festival gift.
On the second day, at dawn, the three woke up from their dreams.
As usual, the maid washed up and started to cook. The driver kept glancing towards the caravan and finally walked hesitantly to Xihe. "Master, there has been no movement from the caravan since we woke up this morning. Logically, they shouldn't be like this with all the goods they carry. Look..."
"No movement?" Xihe looked at him in surprise, then looked at the caravan from a distance. There was indeed no movement in the caravan, only the horses were wagging their tails and eating grass.
She stood up, pursed her lips, and said, "Let's go and take a look."
The three men approached the convoy, and the first one to notice something was wrong was the coachman. The guards in black clothes were slumped on the ground and in the carriages as if dead, without a movement.
He felt something was wrong and hurriedly stopped Xihe: "Wait, Master!"
"Hmm?" Xihe stopped.
The driver took a deep breath, suppressed his shaking hands, and swallowed his saliva: "I'll go and take a look first."
As he said this, he walked over slowly on tiptoe.
"Miss..."
The little maidservant grabbed Xihe's sleeve, followed the driver's movements with her eyes, her face full of fear, and trembling.
"Hey! Wake up."
The driver shook the man who was sitting next to the carriage, and the strong man suddenly tilted his body and fell to the ground with a grunt.
"ah!"
The driver was dumbfounded for a moment, then screamed and ran over crawling.
"ah!"
Xihe was dragged towards the carriage by the panicked maid.
Turning his head to look at the fallen shoe, Xihe felt a little regretful that he had acted too early.
Half an hour later,
Xihe sat in the front carriage, holding the reins in his hand and whipping the horse's butt from time to time. Behind them was a long convoy of cars.
The driver sat at the back, looking at the unconscious guards lying in the carriage, his face filled with despair. What was his master doing? Was he taking advantage of the situation?
The little maid? She's fainted from fright.
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