A simple checkpoint has been set up on a trail in the countryside. Several tall and thick men holding swords are checking the people passing by.
Lieyan followed the team in a donkey cart, moving very slowly.
"Stop, stop, where did you come from?"
"Uncle, I plan to go to Pengcheng to do some small business." The old man who was stopped carried the burden and tremblingly reached out to open the lids of the two barrels.
The people following behind hurriedly covered their noses, shouting "it stinks" and "it stinks like hell".
"What is it?" The big man guarding the checkpoint glared and yelled angrily.
"It's the stinky tofu made by the old man himself. Would you like a few pieces, sir?"
"Go, go, go!"
"Follow the people behind, hurry up! How old is this kid? What does he do?"
"Ah..." A child of seven or eight years old opened his mouth and cried loudly after his head was rubbed twice by the big man's rough hands.
"Strange, what happened? Why is there even a strict checkpoint here?" The woman in line in front of Lieyan couldn't help but ask, holding a basket.
"Hey, I heard that someone from the Demon Sect sneaked in last night and made a big fuss in the city lord's mansion. This checkpoint was set up before dawn today."
"No way. The people of the Demon Cult are really getting more and more arrogant. How dare they come to our Peng City to cause trouble?"
"That's not true." The uncle shook his head and sighed.
Seeing this, the young man next to him interjected in a low voice, "I heard that last night, even the people from Liehuoshuo Manor sent out a lot of people, following the people from the City Lord's Mansion, to catch those fugitives from the Demon Sect in the streets and alleys."
"Yes, yes, my sister even sneaked out in the middle of the night, saying she wanted to have a look at the young master of Liehuoshuo Manor."
Huo'er was nibbling a red apple and eating bean buns, while Lie Yan was sitting in the car with the children, waiting to pass the test.
The sounds outside were heard very clearly.
Lieyan raised his slender hand, slightly opened a curtain, and frowned.
A gust of fishy wind blew, and Lie Yan's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand to grab Huo'er, but it was too late.
Taking a closer look, there was a handsome little boy of seven or eight years old with a golden-red mole on his eyebrows appearing in the car.
The apple in Huo'er's hand rolled into the car.
The boy was twisting Huo'er's neck with one hand. He looked at Lieyan and said coldly, "Help me get through safely."
"Bad!..." Lieyan covered Doubao's small mouth and looked at the boy with a serious look, "If you hurt my son, you will fight to the death, anywhere in the world, anywhere in the world!"
The boy said indifferently, "As long as I'm fine, he's fine."
Lieyan didn't ask such stupid questions as who you are, nor did he explore how he got into the donkey cart. He just threw him a small piece of clothing and said, "You smell heavy of blood. Change it."
The boy stuffed something into Huo'er's mouth and pushed him gently. Huo'er opened her hands and crawled into Lieyan's arms. He rested his head on her chest and blinked aggrievedly, "Mom, brother, let me eat it."
Poison, am I going to die?"
Lie Yan took advantage of the situation and took Huo'er's pulse. A slightly relaxed smile slipped across his lips, and he looked at the boy with a meaningful look, "It's okay."
For some reason, Nie Wushuang's heart skipped a beat, and he always felt guilty that the woman in front of him had seen through something.
The donkey cart moved forward slowly.
Suddenly, a rough big palm opened the curtain, and the fragrant fragrance that hit his nostrils made his hand pause slightly, and then shouted loudly, "Everyone get out of the car."