After a while, the four servants arrived late, and they saw Tang Zhao's small figure lost in thought in front of the tall pile of rocks.
They recognized Tang Zhao as a person from the District Procuratorate. Although they didn’t see any ability in this kid, he was brought by the District Procuratorate at least. Even if he was a student brought to see the world, he had to be polite. The most important thing at the moment was
The mature one said hello: "Little brother, how is the situation?"
Tang Zhao greeted him politely and said: "Deputy Envoy Peng has gone in. The fighting is fierce inside, and I don't know what's going on. Alas, it's a pity that I can't help at all." He looked very depressed when he said this.
The four office workers looked at each other and thought: You are a big kid, how can you help? What is there to sigh about? We can't help, so why don't we sigh?
Tang Zhao asked again: "Are these eldest brothers all locals? Do you know what villages and towns there are in this valley?"
The old official thought, "There shouldn't be. It's not peaceful in the wild nowadays, and no one lives in the mountains anymore. The county magistrate ordered us to drive people out of the mountains, and I searched the mountains carefully. There are only two bandit villages left here at most."
, it’s still a bit shabby. There’s also Black Spider Villa, but that’s not in this direction either.”
Tang Zhao naturally knew that this was not Black Spider Villa, otherwise he could be so calm. At this moment, he remembered that the deserted villages he passed by after leaving Xue Mansion were almost in ruins. Presumably they were all relics of the migration of mountain people. He thought: So it turns out that
Are there bandits inside? That's no problem. As long as they are not civilians, the bandits will live or die.
He relaxed and suddenly heard a desperate scream from behind the stone wall!
It's a child's voice!
Tang Zhao felt a chill in his heart - he was not as simple as a bandit!
Immediately afterwards, a thumping sound came from the stone wall. Apparently someone on the opposite side came to the mouth of the valley, only to find that there was no way out, and was desperately beating the boulder.
The gravel and soil were knocked down and rolled down, and the stone wall that had just been blocked was crumbling.
Tang Zhao observed that even if the stone wall collapsed, only the upper part would collapse. Not only would the exit not be opened, but the obstruction would be thickened, making the road more difficult to travel, and falling rocks would also hit people. He then knocked on a piece of the ground.
Hanging in the air, with neither top nor bottom next to the unstressed boulder, he shouted: "Can you hear me? Let's move this stone out together, make an opening from here, and get out of it!"
He was weak and weak, and his voice was not loud. The four servants helped him shout together, and finally there was a response from inside.
The slapping sounds in other places stopped, except for the huge rock that was being smacked repeatedly, as if to confirm its position. Tang Zhao quickly followed the shots and shouted: "This is it!"
The surrounding gravel began to shake. It was obvious that the people inside were pushing the stone, but the stone itself did not move for a while. Tang Zhao asked four tolerance workers to dig up the soil next to the stone, and he also helped, being careful not to touch the surrounding gravel.
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The sound of fighting in the valley is non-stop, and the action here is non-stop. The fighting is fierce inside, with explosions and roars, while outside, you are cautious and walking on thin ice.
The dust on both sides kept falling, and Tang Zhao's head was also covered with a lot of dust, and he was almost scratched by the gravel falling from the mountain wall, but he still took the risk and swept away the debris next to the big stone bit by bit.
Hearing a cheer from inside, Tang Zhao and the four servants stepped aside. A large stone was pushed to the ground, and an escape hatch was revealed in the blocked high wall.
I just heard someone shouting from inside: "Friend outside, please pick up, there is a child!"
Tang Zhao was startled. This man's voice was not old. He was in the process of changing his voice. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. He was talking about a child...
At this time, a waiter reached forward and picked up a child. He was short in stature, at most five or six years old.
Tang Zhao was stunned and thought to himself: Where could such a young child appear in this deep mountain and wild forest?
Look at the child's red lips and white teeth, delicate skin, well-dressed clothes, and a gold collar around his neck. He is clearly the child of a wealthy family. Is there any family in this valley who cannot live in seclusion?
It was strange for him. The children inside crawled out one after another. The oldest was about ten years old, and the youngest was even four or five years old. Although all of them were shabby, if you look closely, they were all children of wealthy families. Tang Zhao became even more strange, not to mention
A family, not even a village, can't raise so many children. Is this a school for ethnic studies?
The dragon is really good at finding places to drop!
When a fat boy in his teens crawled out, Tang Zhao suddenly asked curiously: "Hey, aren't you the one from the Pei family... Pei Renhu?"
This was Pei Shoujing's younger brother. He was having a gathering in the Taoist temple at that time. He was so smart that he was almost spirited away by the white-haired man, and was later saved by Pei Shoujing. Of course Tang Zhao was watching from behind, and he had a vague impression.
Pei Renhu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Tang Zhao carefully. He felt that he had seen him before, but he couldn't recognize him. Tang Zhao had put on a little makeup at the time. Although his appearance had not changed much, they only met him once. He left the scene too early. He had to recognize Tang Zhao.
But it’s too hard to force someone to do it.
Tang Zhao himself confirmed it and said: "Are these the children of the Pei family? Did you move to the mountains? Or did the family originally live here?"
I guess I lived here originally, otherwise how could the local official not remember it?
So the Pei family is moving? Are they moving to a mountain with a demon cave? The Pei family is so shocked that they have convulsions?
Pei Renhu didn't know how to explain it for a while. At this time, all the children crawled out, and the last teenagers who crawled out had their hair tied up. Finally, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old who was already sensible came forward and said, "Thank you, my friend and the official."
Helping hand.”
Tang Zhao recognized that he was the young man who had spoken to him in the valley, and was probably the person in charge of these children, so he said: "You're welcome, it's easy, this is not a safe place, let's arrange for the children to go out first."
The young man nodded and said: "That's right. Everyone gather and line up in the order just now."
He was indeed able to take care of things. These children were not very old, but they were all obedient, lined up quietly, and filed out. Although a few were injured, with blood stains on their bodies, and were crying on their painful faces, there were no
When people make noises, they seem to be well-behaved.
Seeing the children gradually leaving the narrow valley road and out of danger, Tang Zhao was in a better mood. He nodded to the young man who stayed at the end and said, "You go out first, and we will stop behind."
The young man cupped his hands and said, "How can I trouble you, sir? Let the children go out first, and I will cut off the rear from you."
Tang Zhao smiled and said: "Why are you so polite at this time? Although I am not very old, as I am in the Provincial Department, I have the responsibility to eliminate demons and bring peace to the people, not to mention protecting the old, young, women and children. Brother, please don't be polite to me.
"
Upon hearing the words "Secretary of the District", the young man's expression changed. He no longer had the right color. With a sullen face, he slightly cupped his hands and left silently with the other children.
Suddenly, Tang Zhao sensed danger, and the hairs all over his body trembled, and he said loudly: "Be careful——"
boom!
As soon as those two words were spoken, the stone wall behind him suddenly collapsed, large rocks rolled around, and the mud and sand overturned his head and face.
Something is coming out!
Tang Zhao didn't have time to think about it, so he grabbed the children who were approaching, protected them under him, and shrank into a depression next to them.
A huge monster squeezed out from the mouth of the valley, spitting out a stream of moist and cold Yin Qi.
Dragon head!
Compared with the dragon that had a bit of dragon energy before, it is now in an extremely embarrassed state. Its face is burned to a disgrace, its scales have fallen off, and it has no skin and flesh. It is almost like a skeleton. It roars loudly, sprays out Yin energy, and even
A thick fog was created at the entrance of the valley, hitting the mountain wall to enlarge the narrow exit. As it collided, large rocks kept falling, and even the previously intact mountain was cracked, broken, and rolled down piece by piece.
Finally, it completely broke through the blocking boulder and squeezed out of the cracked valley mouth.
When the head was completely squeezed out of the valley, what was behind it was not a body, but a section of charred bones.
This withered bone only had two sections, and almost only the cervical vertebrae were left. This huge demon was burned by the sun and only its head was left. But this dragon head was not dead yet, and could still move flexibly and make waves. Behind it, Peng Yiming stumbled after him.
Come out, one foot is deep and the other is shallow, the movements are awkward, it is obvious that the legs and feet are no longer flexible.
One person and one demon walked out of the valley, leaving a mess all over the place.
After a long time, a big stone was pushed away, and Tang Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood.
After a brief period of unconsciousness, he tried to move his body to determine the extent of his injuries. He felt that although his hands and feet were bruised, the bones were not broken, but there was severe pain in the chest and abdomen, as if he had been hit hard, especially the pain in the chest, which seemed to be broken.
Two ribs.
"Fuck you..." He muttered vaguely, and suddenly his heart tightened.
The situation was critical at that time, so he hugged several children.
Trembling, he stretched out his hand to touch, and there were indeed two children next to him. One was lying on his chest and abdomen, and he was holding him.
The two children next to him were smashed to pieces, but Tang Zhao blocked the oncoming boulder. At least they were not fatally injured. They just lay on the ground sobbing. One of them was hit in the foot and could not pull it out, and his cry became louder.
Bigger.
And this one he was holding.
This seven or eight-year-old child was held in Tang Zhao's arms, and blood flowed all over him.
Tang Zhao held up his face. There was a frightened expression on his young face, but his expression was frozen forever.
Because he was still alive just now, his body temperature was still hot, and the blood flowing out was also hot. The warmth of a living person remained on Tang Zhao's skin.
Tang Zhao didn't know what his expression was, but he felt that his blood was flowing backwards in an instant.
Sad? Pain? Angry?
He was barely aware of any emotion, and his mind went blank for a while.
Climbing up from the boulder, Tang Zhao felt almost no pain and calmly said to the child behind him: "Stay where you are and wait for rescue."
Then, he touched a bracelet on his hand.
"Mr. Xing, forgive me."
The sword marks on the magic weapon are clearly visible.
Turning the jar upside down, a clear black and white sword appeared. His hand pressed on the scabbard, firmly and steadily.
The haechi on the scabbard is lifelike. Its eyes shine brightly, as if repeating the absolute rules of the sword: