The heinous crime of time travel

"There is movement." The man in black on the horse stopped suddenly.

His face was blurred in the rain and night.The horse under the seat was requisitioned temporarily, timid and fearful, but still hesitant to move forward, the speed just now was forced out by the whip, fast and unstable, but when the rein was pulled, it was as good as Yue Zhi, shaking its fur, quite a bit of a steed style.

The horseshoe was very close to Zhang Huai, and the water splashed around him when he walked slowly. He held his breath in fright, and buried himself in the pit. The moisture in late autumn coiled around his joints, but Zhang Huai couldn't feel it at all now. When it was cold, I just felt unbearable, counted the beating of my heart, and hoped that these people would leave quickly.

"come out!"

Before Zhang Huai could react, his shoulders seemed to be held by iron tongs, and the bones creaked under the skin, crushed inch by inch into powder.

There was a "hum" in his head, which sounded like a bell, and the whole person was a little dazed, he didn't know the pain, his face was covered with layers of mud, but he could still look pale, his lips were trembling, and only A thought, "It's over!"

Zhang Huai practiced boxing and kicking with Gu Huaiwu, but it was too late to start, and it was always commonplace. He didn't care about it himself, and just muddled along.In the end, Gu Huaiwu had no choice but to give up teaching him the orthodoxy that required years of accumulation, and found another way to let Zhang Huai learn some kung fu of oiling the soles of his feet.

Because of this, he could tell at a glance that these people on horseback were all masters, their bodies were as light as swallows, and when the horseshoes stepped into the mud, they didn't sink a little. Even if Gu Huaiwu was present, they might not have such good lightness skills.

When a person is about to die, those who have nothing to worry about will feel at ease.

As soon as Zhang Huai's nervousness passed, his right shoulder hurt to the bone, half of his body fell down uncontrollably, and he couldn't even move a finger.

It's the age of getting married and starting a business, full of pride, this child doesn't know where he got the understanding of life and death, if others have already been scared, his legs are weak, and he is incontinent, and he can still ask, "What are you?" people?"

Although his words were soft and fluffy because of the severe pain, but his small appearance was very stubborn, probably because he thought he would die, and Zhang Huai even scolded the person who was holding him behind his back, "The thief has no strength."

"Uncle Qian, it's not him, are you going to kill him?"

No matter how provocative Zhang Huai was, these men in black remained indifferent, as if their emotions had been removed from their bodies. Even though their appearances and ages were very different, they suddenly looked exactly the same.

Zhang Huai was already a little dizzy from the pain. He tried to stand up straight, but his legs and feet were so limp that he couldn't hold it up. It was thanks to the hand on his shoulder that he didn't fall down.

The one called "Uncle Qian" is their leader.Zhang Huai raised his eyes and tried to look at him. In his blurry vision, there was a gray-haired middle-aged man, about fifty, tall and tall, with a sense of oppression.

He stepped forward suddenly, and put a finger on Zhang Huai's left shoulder, while Hu Qiang was pressed to the ground on the other side, watching this scene helplessly.

The proud self-esteem was trampled on the ground, but Hu Qiang didn't expect to resist at all. He seemed to be completely stunned, with his mouth slightly open, and smelled a bloody smell in the rain and cold wind.

Hu Qiang has always regarded himself as a scholar. Even when he was struggling to make ends meet, he was alone. He had never faced such a desperate situation... In the face of life and death, he suddenly felt like a thunderbolt. If he lost his life, what glory and fame? The world has become a delusion.

He wanted to live, he had to live.

"Let me ask you..." Uncle Qian's voice was old and deep, like the morning bell and the evening drum, pulling back Zhang Huai's lost sanity, "A carriage passed by two hours ago. Where did that carriage go?"

Zhang Huai grinned the corners of his mouth, the mud had seeped in along the gap, and the tip of his tongue was sharpened as he spoke, "I don't...ah! I'm... ah..."

The finger on his left shoulder suddenly moved forward, and a flower of blood bloomed from behind, mixed with rainwater, half of it sprayed out, and the other half trickled down to the ground. It's a dying fish.

Sitting upright enough to look away from life and death can't stop the unconscious struggle under torture.

"I didn't let you die." The old voice directly rang in Zhang Huai's mind through Zhang Huai's mind, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose slowly flowed out linear bloodstains.

Zhang Huai snorted coldly, his eyelids, which were heavier than a thousand pieces of gold, slowly opened a crack, and let out a "bah", "Young master is the son of a hero when he is alive, and he is a hero when he dies..." He smiled softly, "Monument Forever."

Qian Lao looked at him with gloomy eyes, pinched the child's chin with one hand, and said suddenly, "I just found it strange that at such a young age, you hide in a panic and are full of flaws, but now you are not afraid. ,Yes or no?"

Qian Lao's face is not as old as his voice, with loose cheeks, sunken eyes, eyebrows slanted into the temples, and no wrinkles. He looks like a foreigner. If he doesn't look haggard, he should be an old man with bones .

"Is it father or mother, or the whole family died, in front of you?"

He watched Zhang Huai's eyes widen a little bit playfully, and the young body under his hands trembled violently, "Boy, the world is abnormal, anyone can call himself a hero, but I tell you..."

Elder Qian's gaze suddenly turned around, piercing directly into Hu Qiang's heart like an ice pick.

Hu Qiang was gasping for breath as he was dying, his eyeballs seemed to be caught by something, he stared at the wound on Zhang Huai's shoulder, and could only mutter two words, "Forgive...forgive..."

"After a person dies, the loess is piled up, but the road is paved with bones. What is your last name...who cares?"

The palm buried in Zhang Huai's flesh and blood suddenly sank, and before the pain of broken ribs reached his mind, Zhang Huai's chest suddenly felt cold, and the wind passed through easily, as if it was transparent on both sides.

Zhang Huai's five senses gradually faded away, his head and body first limp in the mud, and then he slowly closed his eyes.His life was not long, but he suffered a lot. He was so useless even in death, but everything was over, and the future disputes would not disturb him, and he didn't have to worry about it.

Stop here, there are others to cross all the dangers in front of the mountain.

Qian Lao was holding an object in his hand, which was still beating weakly, blood was continuously coming out from it, and the strong iron smell could disperse birds and beasts in a radius of hundreds of miles.

And this kind of thing was occupying Hu Qiang's sight bit by bit, he was pressed down tightly, unable to dodge from left to right, and could only make some small sounds of resistance.

Zhang Huai's fresh heart was close to his mouth, and Hu Qiang's stomach tightened up and down, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to spit it out - he stared at Qian Lao in horror, and found that this devil wanted him to eat this piece of raw meat .

"This is the fate of your companion. Let me ask you again, have you ever seen a carriage?" Qian Lao condescendingly grabbed Hu Qiang's hair, and there was a smile on his face, as if he was not impressed by the murder. Extraordinary satisfaction.

There was blood under Hu Qiang's scalp, and the entire skull was under force, and he almost opened the whole thing backwards, but he didn't care about the pain, and nodded desperately, making a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and was afraid that the people in front of him would As if the individual didn't understand, he bent over and kowtowed.

"It seems that there is someone who is aware of current affairs." Qian Lao casually threw his warm heart into the grass, he suddenly lost interest, took out a snow silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it, "Let's talk."

"They are on the mountain," Hu Qiang suppressed his nausea, his throat was itchy, and he sounded a little hoarse, "the mountain is a den of bandits, and there are traps everywhere...so...so..." He swallowed, "Only I can help you."

Hu Qiang was startled by the sneer and trembled. He didn't know where he borrowed the courage, and added, "Although you are powerful, this area is full of bandits. If there is a real fight, you may not be able to occupy it." Cheap."

As Hu Qiang spoke, he pulled out his waist board. After the embarrassment and fear, he seemed to have suddenly realized his integrity.

"Mr. Qian, that's the reason." There was actually a girl among the gang of wolves and tigers. She was dressed in black and had a hood covering her, so she couldn't even see her figure clearly.

Hu Qiang's mood is up and down now, he is uneasy, and he has no energy to pay attention to whether the King of Hades in front of him is male or female. As long as anyone is willing to speak for him, he can call anyone his ancestor.

"Well, then take him with you, just have an extra mouth." Qian Lao seemed to be quite scrupulous about this girl.

With Mr. Qian's approval, the others threw Hu Qiang on the horse's back, like a heavy sack, which made him dizzy, with ringing in his ears, and several times he choked There was a bloody smell.

The bandits who were arrogant, extravagant, and full of wine and meat before were now lined up in four rows, standing upright in the Juyi Hall.Some people were not fully awake from the wine, their bodies were dripping wet, and they were still dripping water, and Gu Huaiwu, who was evil-hearted, forcibly regained some energy.

Most of them looked dull, unable to figure out what was going on, and even the clever ones in the past had their eyes half drooped, as if they were about to fall asleep.

Looking at the sluggish state below, Mu Yun let out a long and helpless sigh.

"Master Gu, you said that two people went down the mountain to investigate, how long have you been there, and have you ever returned?"

Gu Huaiwu poked his neck and looked carefully several times, then shook his head and said, "I didn't see it, it's been more than half an hour, that kid Zhang Huai is alive, and Hu Qiang is an old man, nothing serious will happen."

"Hu Qiang?" Mu Yunshen lowered his eyes and recalled for a while, then pondered, "This person, the village master should be more careful."

He didn't say much about the next thing, he signaled Gu Huaiwu to speak, and talked about the current situation that he had just pointed out, and he didn't stop those who were willing to stay, and he didn't support those who wanted to escape.

"What's the point of being dejected!" Gu Huaiwu squinted his eyes, "Huh?" and said, "You talk about family feuds when you're free, and now you want to take revenge. Are you willing to die of drunkenness?!"