His eyes were always scanning the surroundings vigilantly, ready to deal with any emergency that might arise.
Uncle Hu endured the pain in his abdomen, slowly bent down, and held the handle of the big knife stuck in the ground tightly with both hands.
He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the pain from the wound.
Then, he raised his head slightly and moved cautiously towards where Su Wenjun and the others were hiding, like a cheetah foraging for food.
Uncle Hu approached slowly with a knife in hand. His footsteps were as light as a falling feather, yet each step carried a tremendous sense of oppression.
His eyes were like torches, as if they could penetrate the darkness where Su Wenjun and others were hiding. His eyes were like substance, as if they had opened up a path in the darkness. Wherever they went, the shadows seemed to retreat.
Su Wenjun didn't dare to breathe, and his companions beside him also tensed their bodies, every muscle like a stretched spring, ready to escape at any time. At this moment, only the light footsteps of Uncle Hu echoed in the silence.
As Uncle Hu's figure gradually became clearer, Su Wenjun's heart rose to his throat. He could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat, which seemed particularly loud in the silent atmosphere, as if it was about to expose their hiding place.
Uncle Hu stopped a few steps away from them. His figure was as cold and resolute as a sculpture, and his face was as solemn as the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds.
He gripped the big knife tightly in his hand, and the blue veins bulged on the back of his hand, looking a little scary.
"Come out." Uncle Hu's voice was low and hoarse, but it carried unquestionable majesty.
Su Wenjun was struggling internally. After hesitating for a while, he finally mustered up the courage to stand up first. His movements were a little stiff, as if all the joints in his body had rusted in this tense atmosphere.
Seeing this, the others also stood up one after another. There was obvious uneasiness in their eyes. Like frightened deer, they looked at Uncle Hu cautiously.
"Who are you? Why are you hiding here?" Uncle Hu frowned and shouted sternly. The voice sounded like thunder in everyone's ears, making their ears buzz.
The big knife in his hand was slightly raised, and the blade flashed a cold silver light in the moonlight, as if emphasizing the deterrent effect of his words.
"We are refugees passing by. We just heard the sound of fighting and came over to check out what happened. Don't worry, we have no ill intentions." Da Hu was anxious and spoke quickly. He spoke very fast, like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube, crackling.
Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety. He was afraid that if he was any later, the big man would put the knife in his hand to their necks.
As he spoke, he unconsciously shrank his neck back, as if he had already felt the touch of the blade.
Uncle Hu's sharp eyes slowly swept over their clothes. He saw that several of them were ragged, full of patches and stains, and the fabric was also extremely ordinary and rough linen.
Looking closely at their postures, one can see that their steps are unsteady, without any of the steadiness and agility that are typical of martial artists.
I silently judged in my heart that they certainly didn't look like they knew how to fight.
Thinking of this, his tense heartstrings finally relaxed slightly and he secretly felt relieved.
In such a difficult situation, if there are still enemies hiding behind, he really won't be able to protect the young master with his injured body.
He slowly turned around and looked at the young master behind him, his eyes filled with inquiry, "Young master, what should we do with these three people?"
When Su Wenjun and the other two heard Uncle Hu's words, their faces turned pale as paper.
Their bodies began to tremble slightly involuntarily, and countless terrible thoughts flashed through their minds.
"Deal with it? Do we have to kill them all?"
Da Hu's eyes were wide open, full of fear and despair. He stared at the bloody big knife in Uncle Hu's hand, as if he had already seen the tragic scene of his own blood splattering on the spot.
Su Wenjun and Dazhuang also had fear on their faces, and their bodies were pressed tightly together, as if they could draw a little courage from each other to face this unknown fate.
Looking at the ferocious look of the big man in front of him, his furrowed brows seemed to be able to pinch a fly to death, his wide eyes were like copper bells, full of vigilance and deterrence, and his sharp gaze was like a real arrow, making people dare not look directly at him.
Su Wenjun and the others felt as if something was choking their throats, and their lips were trembling but they dared not make a sound.
After a moment, they all turned their gazes to the young man.
Su Wenjun was the first to fall to his knees with a thud, clasping his hands together as he pleaded, "Sir, please spare us. We are truly just refugees passing through. Our village has been ravaged by drought, and our crops have been completely destroyed. To survive, we have been forced to leave our homes and wander the land."
His voice was tearful, his eyes filled with fear and sincerity, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, his body trembling slightly with fear. "We just heard a fight over here, and thought in case someone was hurt and needed help, we came here purely out of kindness, with absolutely no ill intentions.
"Sir, you are a man of noble appearance and noble bearing. You are a kind-hearted person. You will certainly not bother to argue with us poor little people. We have families waiting for us to return. If we die here, they will not be able to survive. Please have mercy on us and let us go."
Seeing this, Da Hu and Da Zhuang also knelt down quickly. Da Hu said anxiously, "Yes, yes, we don't know anything. We just heard the noise over here and came over to check out out of curiosity and concern for others.
"Sir, you are of noble status, like the stars in the sky. We are as insignificant as ants in front of you. Please have mercy on us and let us go."
Da Zhuang nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with the desire to survive, and he kept muttering: "Master, please have mercy on me, Master, please have mercy on me..."
The young man has a tall and straight figure, standing proudly like a pine tree. Although he looks a little immature, he exudes an innate noble temperament.
Her face was as white as jade, with a faint halo, as if it were a carefully carved work of art.
He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, the sleeves of which fluttered in the wind. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with delicate silver cloud patterns. A black silk ribbon was tied around his waist, with a warm jade pendant hanging on it. It swayed gently with his movements, making crisp sounds. His every move showed elegance and composure.
The boy raised his head slightly and stared at them closely. After a while, he slowly spoke, "Where are you going?"
Su Wenjun, Dahu and Dazhuang looked at each other in surprise when they heard this sudden question.
Their eyes revealed hesitation and uneasiness, and they were struggling fiercely inside, not knowing whether they should reveal their destination.
In this world, the more cautious you are, the more hope you have of survival. But now, facing this young man and Uncle Hu with a knife, silence does not seem to be a wise move.
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