Red Mansion Jia Lan: Do you want to run away tonight to visit your relatives? Chapter 176 Chen Shan conferred the first title and the incident reappeared
Chapter 176 Chen Shan conferred the first title and the incident reappeared
All gone? How could it happen?!
Chen Shan turned his eyes to look behind him, and what he saw was the archer lying on the ground.
More than fifty archers, who used to be well-known hunters in various places, and whom Chen Shan relied on as his confidants, all fell on the snow, not a single one was left.
What Chen Shan saw with his eyes was a large pool of steaming red blood on the ground illuminated by the fire.
Even though the flames ignited in the inn sent waves of heat from time to time, Chen Shan shivered for no reason, and a sense of fear arose in his heart.
Fifty people didn't make any movement, they were all gone. Even fifty pigs would have to struggle to be treated like this, right?
Feeling that this world was unreal, he shook his head, turned around, and looked inside the inn. His men and the other party were still fighting fiercely, and there were surging figures and shouts everywhere. p>
However, on the other side, there is a chilling silence.
Chen Rong was still lying on the ground not far from him. Next to him was the person who had been carrying the bow, arrows and slingshot for him. This person had been following him, and he didn't know when he also fell.
The scary thing is that I didn't notice it at all.
"No more? All gone?!"
Chen Shan looked at his men here with disbelief and muttered to himself.
"Yeah."
At this time, a neither light nor serious sound sounded in his ears, which frightened him to the point of making his hair stand on end.
Chen Shan turned around fiercely, subconsciously opened his mouth and shouted: "Who?!"
But before he could even say anything, he only felt an itch on his neck, and then his whole body felt light, and his whole vision flew into the air, and fell to the ground in a daze.
Before his consciousness disappeared, the last thought that flashed through Chen Shan's mind was: "Why does this person... look so familiar, as if he is me?"
On the Drum Tower, Jia Lan was lying on the ground gasping for air.
After a while, he seemed to notice something, tilted his head slightly, and a voice came to his ears.
"I understand, please trouble you..."
Jialan nodded, moved his lips slightly, and said a few words in a voice that was almost inaudible to others.
"Yes." The other party responded lightly, and immediately disappeared from Jia Lan's feeling.
Qin Keqing's delicate voice sounded: "No matter how many times I see it, my figure and footwork are still so smooth. Even the sisters in Lihentian, I have never seen anyone with such ethereal and agile movement." p>
"Don't all your fairies in heaven come from heaven and go to heaven?" Jia Lan asked with a smile.
"How is that possible?" Keqing said angrily, "Walking in the air requires cultivation at the immortal level. How can an ordinary little immortal like me have such ability?"
Jia Lan asked curiously: "How do I remember that the few times I saw the police fairy, she flew here? Is she already an immortal?"
"Although Sister Jinghuan's cultivation is much stronger than ours, she has not yet reached the level of an immortal. In fact, there are various cyclonic turbulences in the sky of Lihen. If we move elsewhere, we can use these airflows to control ourselves.
Wind."
"That's it." Jia Lan nodded.
After resting for a while, he finally regained his breath. He stretched out his hands to support the ground and slowly stood up.
Lin Shixian was very happy to see Jia Lan standing up.
Jialan smiled at him and looked at this gentle young man, Mr. Qianhu, who looked tired, with large beads of sweat falling on his forehead, and his hair was full of water. Only his eyes, which were equally tired, were still wet.
Showing great determination.
"The leader is dead!"
At this time, the mournful cries of the Yangshan bandits were heard from under the Drum Tower. Lin Shixian, who had been active in the south all year round, did not understand the local dialect of Shanyang. After hearing it several times until he heard it clearly, he could not believe it and his eyes widened.
The bigger.
"Chen Shan is dead? Is it true or false?"
Jia Lan tilted his head outwards and pretended to listen carefully. After a moment, he grinned at Lin Shixian with a relieved smile: "It's true!"
"Hahaha!" Lin Shixian laughed crazily, so happily.
He has been suppressed for too long, and now his face has become brighter.
"Brother Lin..." Jia Lan walked slowly to his side and said softly: "A person who travels a hundred miles is half a mile."
"Thanks for the reminder!"
Lin Shixian restrained his smile and nodded without hesitation: "Don't worry, this is how I have walked this way. Naturally, I understand that the more I feel like I have the chance to win, the less I can relax!"
Sure enough, before the two of them could say a few words, Ou Baihu ran up to the Drum Tower out of breath: "Sir, something happened in the goods yard!"
Not long ago, in the open space behind the inn where the caravan goods were piled, merchants were waiting in place, looking after their goods while watching the situation in front of them with fear.
Suddenly, the continuous drumming stopped.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Before they could react for a while, they all looked at the leaders Liang Yong and Qin Zhong.
"Everyone, please be patient." Liang Yong said loudly, "Someone should come to report the news immediately."
Soon a guard ran over, his face full of exhaustion, his voice hoarse, but his spirit was quite high: "We have won! The thieves have all been beaten back!"
"Hey, this is great!" The businessmen cheered.
At this time, several people mixed in the crowd exchanged a few hidden glances with each other and slowly leaned down.
"Run away!"
A scream attracted everyone's attention, and they saw a businessman covered in blood running over from nowhere, shouting to everyone as he ran: "Run away! The adults have defeated the thief, and they want to take advantage of it!" Behind him were a group of people dressed as "official soldiers" and holding weapons.
Everyone was shocked, and the scene became chaotic for a while.
"Don't run away! Where can we escape in this snowy night? They have been fighting for so long, I don't believe they still have the strength to fight with us! It's better to fight them with real swords and guns!"
Many people cheered and agreed. These people spoke the dialect of the southern border area, not the local dialect of Yangshan, which seemed more convincing to the ears of these businessmen.
"Fight!" someone immediately responded, took out a stick from the cart and waved it, rushed over, and fought with the group of "official soldiers".
Many small businessmen who travel all over the world are more or less skilled in martial arts.
Liang Yong and Qin Zhong looked solemn, but the inner guard who came to report the news was very shocked and froze on the spot until his eyes touched something.
"Be careful!"
He called out to Liang Yong.
I will definitely not mistake it, it is the brilliance reflected by the sword!
The Lord must be notified immediately, was the first thought that came to the mind of this inner guard.
The camp was blown up, it must have been mixed into the enemy's secret work.
As for the two scholars, with such a short distance, it was definitely more dangerous than good. The killing intent in the light of the sword made even him, the inner guard who came from the bloody battle, feel a little shuddering.
Hearing the reminder from the inner guard, Liang Yong and Qin Zhong turned around together.
Two businessmen dressed as attendants stabbed straight at them with short knives in their hands!