"Walk."

"Walk!--"

Just as the owl's call was faintly heard in the forest, a voice suddenly sounded from the stable.

At first it was just a quick and dry cry.

The sound was so small that it might have been swallowed up by the whistling autumn wind just after leaving the stable, let alone spread more than ten feet away.

But I don’t know how the owner of this voice was able to regain his voice and make a loud sound of persuasion after being tortured for a day and night when he was hungry, thirsty, and thirsty.

The word "go" overshadowed the silent autumn wind. It not only penetrated the ears of the four people in the world who were hesitating to move forward, but also stirred the almost frozen hearts of the nearly one hundred villagers in the stable.

"Go! Get out of here! Don't come here!"

"We are just bait, used to catch you!"

That resonant voice was persistent and fearless, shouting out a sentence that fully expressed its meaning.

In the stable, one after another, in confusion and confusion, slowly and slowly shifted and turned to find the direction of the sound.

Gathering on those four figures.

The already sluggish figures of the four people therefore continued to move forward and get closer.

Although the speed was not very fast, every time the four people took a step, they seemed to be stepping on the villagers' hearts that were gradually becoming as hard as stone, and stepping on their self-sealed and blocked throats.

"Don't come here! Get out of here!"

The owner of that sonorous voice was confused and angry, but it seemed that he had used his throat to the limit.

He tried to explain the situation clearly, but all he could hear was a hoarse roar.

"Let's go! There are only four of you, what use can you do!"

"A dozen or twenty people come here and they all die!"

"One against ten...cough, cough..."

The muscular man who leaned most of his body out of the stable fence finally shouted and broke his throat.

He shrank back into the stable, his hands weakly grasping the wooden pillars of the bamboo shed, and his body shook and slid down as he coughed violently.

"roll!--"

I don't know who took over his shouting, but the words were not polite.

"Go away, you charlatans!"

"You are a scourge! Get out of here!"

"Don't come here to die!"

This is a new cry, with two words in the east and one word in the west.

The voices of these people are not as good as that of the strong man, and they are very hoarse and unpleasant.

"Don't come here, kids, let's go!"

Even the old woman who had made eye contact with Meng Chaoge earlier and had difficulty even twisting her neck suddenly stood up and approached the outside edge of the bamboo shed. She put her hands through the fence, waved and shouted at the four people.

But the four people were like four deaf men. They approached within ten feet of the stable without any hesitation.

The villagers thought that the four people would make the same mistake soon. They were surrounded and drowned by a group of men in black wearing red belts. They were hacked to death and dragged away from the scene.

However, until the four of them arrived at the stables, the men in black calmed down and did not show up.

…

…

Under the heavy blows of the imperial court, the world of Kyushu fell apart, and many big gangs were eliminated from the world.

But whether it is the so-called cunning rabbit with three burrows, or whether the court "mercifully" did not kill them all, in the true sense, a gang with no one left is not that many.

Those survivors who escaped the disaster due to various coincidences have become knight-errants. In the past few months since the Hundred Flowers Conference, some of them are still alone, some have changed their families and joined other gangs, or they have simply settled in the village and become the original green forest heroes.

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The four men in Meng Chaoge are now the leaders of the cottage.

It was for this reason that they declined two groups of people who had invited them to go up the mountain together.

Based on the staffing configuration of four people, it is not suitable to be a pawn.

If you mix into the team at will, you will not be able to coordinate actions or charge into battle, and your identity will be easily exposed.

Although according to the original plan, Meng Chaoge came to Putian in person to reveal his identity, help Abbot Qingming attract hatred and share the firepower.

But since Shaolin is in this situation, it is better to keep the identity of the master of Tingyu Pavilion secret for the time being.

As a result, the four people's actions gave people the impression that they were looking forward and backward and blindly showing off their courage, which was extremely unreliable.

But looking at it now, it looks like some of the fake things were really done.

They thought that they were mentally prepared to face all kinds of traps. Even if they were really unable to break the situation, they would just have to fight their way out.

But when they heard the word "go", they knew they couldn't leave.

This insidious and despicable trap in front of us is a complete conspiracy!

The greatest aversion to Jianghu among the people of the world, and the greatest fear of the imperial courts of all dynasties towards Jianghu, is the use of force by chivalrous men to break the ban.

When personal force has the ability to transcend a certain degree of restraint and go beyond the rules, it will always make people feel insecure and make the ruling class feel a lack of control.

But the original form of the word "xia" was not disguised and obscured by various desires, nor was it full of hostility.

Instead, it symbolizes bravery and justice, giving people warmth and stability.

A chivalrous man sacrifices himself for others, cries out for injustice, and kills any injustice he encounters!

Meng Chaoge has a hero in his heart, and Ji Zhe, Shi Zhonghuo, and Dong Qing also have a hero in their hearts.

In fact, in this Jianghu, not only Tingyuge and Daoyi Alliance, but also the heroes in the hearts of most Jianghu gangs, the knights Jiang Yichen thought there should be here before he chose to set foot in the Jianghu, have not been completely wiped out.

Therefore, the voices of persuasion and even scolding in the stable not only failed to persuade and drive away the four Meng Chaoge, but instead inspired their rebellious intentions.

Reason told them that what the villagers said was reasonable. The four of them might really have lost their lives in vain, so they should retreat and consider the long term.

And along the way, they could not see any gratitude or respect in the eyes of the villagers. They were mostly filled with resentment, confusion, numbness, and even compassion.

But the hero in their hearts made them unwilling and not allowed to back down at this time.

Therefore, they came to the stables firmly.

The shouting in the stable stopped, but became more lively than before.

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…

Perhaps the four of them were of "mediocre status" and did not have enough weight to allow the ambush party to launch a war.

Or maybe the other party also wanted to ensure the "bait" or the number of hostages alive, so they acquiesced to the four people's approach to the villagers.

In short, as the fisherman who set up the ambush, he was not in a hurry to show up, and there was no sign that he was going to take action.

Meng Chaoge stood across the fence, held the frozen hands of the weeping old woman tightly, and asked: "Auntie, what kind of person captured you?"

The old woman, who was still mumbling, "Girl, let's go, let's go," felt the warmth in her hands and couldn't help but tighten her grip. It was as if she had the touch again, and then she realized that everything that happened in front of her was true. She felt helpless and confused for some reason.

I actually felt supported at this moment.

The old woman's trembling hands caused Meng Chaoge's hand to tremble, and she slightly stuck out her tongue to try to moisten her dry and cracked lips, but she could only slowly open her jerky mouth and said: "Gu... there are many, many systems.

The man in black with the red belt.”

The old woman didn't understand Jianghu people, let alone martial arts, but through the warmth in her palms and her gradually smoother and more powerful breathing, she realized that the stern-looking tomboy in front of her was giving her a ventilator, and she wanted to withdraw her hand to thank him.

Their good intentions failed, so they stopped trying to persuade Meng Chaoge and the others to leave. This simple and clear answer quickly helped Meng Chaoge identify the ambush party.

——Red Sect!

Later, Meng Chaoge learned some information from the old woman and the surrounding villagers.

For example, how the villagers were taken captive to the mountains.

For example, if you are locked in a stable and do not eat, drink, or defecate, you will be dragged away and dealt with if you make a fuss, resist, or cry for mercy.

For example, the strategy of sitting in a stable and waiting for death, just to lure people from the world to come to the rescue and then catch the turtle in the jar.

Another example is how those Jianghu people were killed and buried, and how the scene was quickly restored.

Meng Chaoge didn't ask too many questions. He handed the warming elixir he brought to the old woman and told him how often to take one. Then he jumped into the stable and rescued and comforted the villagers who still showed signs of life.

, asking them to do their best to hold on, saying frankly that they will be rescued if they survive today, and so on.

At the same time, Ji Zhe, Shi Zhonghuo, and Dong Qing were also scattered in the stable doing the same thing.

As early as the four of them made up their minds to step into this trap together, they had already made plans.

A rough estimate is that there are more than a hundred villagers in the three stables.

After deducting some who have lost their vitality, there are still at least seventy or eighty people left.
To be continued...