The voice echoed throughout the village in the quiet night, sending a strange chill down Song Zhuiyan's spine. Her hand trembled from the shout, and silver coins scattered all over the ground.
What the hell is that ghost yelling about?
Zhong Qingyi was startled and immediately squatted down to help pick up the broken silver from the ground. He then stuffed it into Song Zhuiyan's hand. Although he felt that there was no need to waste time on that little bit of silver at this time, running away was the most important thing.
But he only thought it to himself. If Miss Song wanted these loose silver coins, then let her take them. It would only take a little time and wouldn't cause much trouble.
"Big brother, it seems someone has run away?" one of the henchmen reported quickly.
"What's Da Niu up to? Did he get the silver and grain? Did he steal some good stuff and run away with it?" The man called "Big Brother" roared again. "You guys go and bring him back. You guys come with me to check it out."
The leader's plan was that Da Niu and his group would take care of those two unlucky guys and loot a lot of good stuff. After all, the two looked plump, strong, and neatly dressed, and they seemed to be living a comfortable life, so they must be from wealthy families.
Because they had valuables on them, Da Niu and his brothers were tempted by the money and wanted to keep it all for themselves, refusing to share the spoils. As soon as they heard he was coming, they immediately ran away with their men.
Those two unlucky guys must be unconscious inside. He took some men in to take a look.
Well, when the torch shone, he found six people lying in the room. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Da Niu and his group. The outcome was completely opposite to what he had expected; the two who had been robbed were not the ones who had fainted on the ground.
He kicked the men on the ground a few times, but none of them reacted. It seemed they had been tricked. "Damn it, we've run into some tough guys. Brothers, come with me. We're going to catch those two today. If you piss me off, I'll skin them alive."
Zhong Qingyi and Song Zhuiyan had already run to the village entrance one after the other and would soon be able to escape the village when suddenly a group of people rushed out from the front. The people at the front were holding knives, and the dozen or so people behind them were carrying hoes and sickles.
Of course, Zhong Qingyi and Song Zhuiyan couldn't see what weapons they were holding. They only saw a flash of cold light in the surging firelight of the crowd, as if they were all carrying large swords and charging towards them.
There was no time to think at that moment. Zhong Qingyi turned around, grabbed Song Zhuiyan's wrist, and ran towards a deserted path on the other side. However, they hadn't run far when they lost their footing and both of them fell into the trap.
"How are you? Are you hurt?" Zhong Qingyi ignored her own sprained ankle and rushed to help Song Zhuiyan.
"I'm fine, just a little scratch on my hand. Brother Zhong, are you hurt?" Song Zhuiyan stood up with a pale face. Actually, her arm hurt a lot, as if it had been cut open and was bleeding, but she endured the pain. How could she show off her porridge at a time like this?
"I'm fine too." Zhong Qingyi subconsciously grasped her hand. The pit was more than three meters deep. He could use his lightness skill to jump up, but Miss Song didn't know lightness skill, so he couldn't leave her behind.
Song Zhuiyan also thought of this. She pulled away from Zhong Qingyi's hand, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Brother Zhong, you should go out first and come back to save me later. Otherwise, if we are both captured, who will save us?"
"No, I can't leave you." Zhong Qingyi reached out to take her hand again.
"Don't be stubborn, calm down, I'll be fine, you..." Song Zhuiyan told him her plan, then urged him, "Hurry up, or it will be too late. I believe you can do it."
This village has long been targeted by traps, and many people have likely been victimized. There have been three groups involved, totaling at least seventy people, and they are all armed. These people are not easy to deal with.
She told Zhong Qingyi to go out first, and that after the group pulled her out of the pit, they would come back to rescue her. She believed that with her and Zhong Qingyi's fighting skills, they would definitely be able to escape.
Zhong Qingyi gritted her teeth, "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely rescue you."
"Hmm." Others might run away to save their own lives, but Zhong Qingyi wouldn't. He would rather die himself than let her die.
Thinking this, Song Zhuiyan herself was stunned. When did she start to trust him so much, to the point of entrusting her life to him?
Zhong Qingyi leaped onto the pit wall, used two footholds for leverage, and jumped up. By this time, the group of people had gathered and caught up.
"Quick, grab him! Don't let him get away! There's another one in the pit. Get the fishing net and trap him. Don't let him come up!" the leader shouted, his roar barely drowned out by the cacophony of noise.
Song Zhuiyan was holding a bottle of insecticide spray, which Tantan had specially left for her back home, along with more than a dozen bottles of high-proof liquor. When she heard the thief say he was going to catch her with a fishing net, she lit the spray and threw it away.
"Bang bang bang!" Several bottles of spray and liquor were thrown one after another, making the people upstairs scream and howl.
Zhong Qingyi quickly took out her bow and arrows from a distance and began shooting. The scene was extremely chaotic. The arrogant thieves were killed and howled like ghosts, and some of them had already begun to flee in all directions.
"Boss, how are you? Your head is broken and you're bleeding a lot."
"Shut up, carry me out of here! That bastard has some poison, we can't beat him, he'll kill us!" The burly man, now called the boss, only wanted to escape. Nothing else mattered. As long as he was alive, he could always fight another day. He only had one life, so he had to cherish it.
At this moment, Zhong Qingyi ran over, knocked out the leader and his henchman, and after a fight, everyone except the thief who was injured by the explosion ran away.
"Miss Song, grab this stick, I'll pull you up." Zhong Qingyi looked at the person in the pit and breathed a sigh of relief. Although she suspected that the person had been blown up with something, none of that mattered. As long as the person was alright, that was all that mattered.
Song Zhuiyan used the wooden stick to climb up. She sat on the ground and groaned. It hurt terribly. She didn't know how she injured her arm, but it was bleeding so much.
"Where are you hurt?" Zhong Qingyi asked, holding a torch. She noticed that the woman's face was pale and her clothes were stained with blood. Her heart clenched.
"My arm was scratched by something, it's just a superficial wound, don't worry." She forced a smile.
"Excuse me, I need to cut open your sleeve so I can apply medicine to it." Seeing her nod, Zhong Qingyi cut open her sleeve with a knife, took out some wound medicine, and was about to sprinkle it on her.
Song Zhuiyan handed her a bottle of alcohol. "Use this to clean and disinfect the wound first, then apply the medicine." Human emotions are always subtle. Just now, when Zhong Qingyi held her wrist tightly, refusing to leave her, her heart felt like it was being tugged by something.
Although she couldn't quite define it as love, she knew she had fallen for him. She trusted this man and could share some secrets with him, and he would definitely keep them to himself. Four years of living together day and night hadn't been in vain; she understood him.
Zhong Qingyi was stunned when he saw the white liquid in the glass bottle. Although he didn't know what the bottle was made of or why Miss Zhong could suddenly take out this thing, he was full of questions, but he pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions.
If she wants to tell him, she will naturally tell him; if she doesn't want him to know, why force her?
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