Xue Lin was doubtful, thinking that if the Red Spear Club was really what Xu Wangtang said, it really couldn't be ignored. However, the danger of the Red Spear Club was still out of the question. What was urgent was to rescue Ding Qingyao safely, and just now Xu Wangtang
After stopping him from pursuing, he asked: "Mr. Xu, what should we do now? The eldest lady's whereabouts are unknown, and I can't explain to President Ding."
"Wait!" Xu Wangtang spat out one word and said in a deep voice: "If Qingyao falls into the hands of the Red Spear Club, they will come to find me."
"I heard that Han Baihang rescued the eldest lady." Xue Lin said with a glimmer of hope.
Xu Wangtang shook his head and said: "Han Baihang can't deal with so many people alone, and judging from the traces of firefights on the battlefield, there was a group of people present at the time. Another possibility is that Qingyao and Han Baihang were in the hands of this group of people, and the identity of this group of people
A mystery."
Xue Lin slapped his thigh and said, "Then we should pursue him more."
Xu Wangtang said coldly: "At this time of year, if you dig into the green gauze tent, you won't be able to find anyone at all. I think these people have gone to great lengths to capture Qingyao and will not easily kill her."
"But..." Xue Lin didn't dare to say anything. What should he do if such a delicate woman as Ding Qingyao fell into the hands of bandits and was taken advantage of by others? He was afraid of being scolded by Ding Zuopeng when he went back like this, so he said: "Then we have to
Do something!”
"It's better to be still than to move!" Xu Wangtang said.
Xue Lin rolled his eyes and pretended to agree: "That's all!"
Then he said goodbye and called the three squadron leaders together as he led the troops back, asking: "Who has heard of the Red Spear Club?"
The three squadron leaders looked at each other, and one of them, the one with a Chinese character, said hesitantly: "Captain, I think I've heard of it!"
Xue Lin's eyes lit up: "Say it quickly!"
The squadron leader said: "I heard from my mother-in-law that a few years ago, all the young and old men in her natal village suddenly started to learn boxing, and I heard that they joined the Red Spear Club."
Xue Lin was overjoyed, glared and cursed: "Damn it, why didn't you report such important information to me earlier?"
The squadron leader said aggrievedly: "I don't know what the red gun is."
"You have made a great contribution!" Xue Lin came up with an idea in a blink of an eye and whispered the plan in the squadron leader's ear.
…
Just as Xu Wangtang had judged, Hou Zhao led the people into the green gauze tent, just like a fish entering the sea, and there was no more trace. After walking for an hour in the green gauze tent, a large piece of sorghum stalks suddenly opened up and a large sorghum stalk was cut down.
, there were several tents and various tomb robbing tools piled on the ground.
Waiting for the call, he carried Han Baihang into the tent, came out and sat down on the ground, wiped his sweat and said, "Hurry up and get something to eat and drink!"
The tomb robbers were busy in the camp, each with their own assigned tasks of boiling water and cooking. Ding Qingyao was already exhausted from walking all the way. She sat at the door of the tent, exhausted and drowsy.
Hou Zhao suddenly approached her and pushed her, lowering his voice and saying, "Don't sit there stupidly, this is your man. Go in and show off, and don't let anyone see your flaws."
Ding Qingyao bit her lip and steeled herself to enter the tent. Looking at Han Baihang's pale face, a tenderness arose in her heart. She thought to herself that this man was not related to her. She had only met him twice. What a coincidence.
It was him who saved my life. Without him, I really don’t know what kind of situation I would be in now.
She worked hard to turn Han Baihang's heavy body upright, and wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corners of his mouth with her sleeves. She couldn't help but carefully stretched out her index finger to sniff his nose. She felt relieved until she felt a warm breath on her fingers.
Having never taken care of anyone else, let alone a wounded person, she could only clasp her hands and pray to the gods and Buddhas in the sky to bless Han Baihang to get well soon.
Hou Zhao entered the tent, glanced at Ding Qingyao who was praying, handed her a roasted and browned steamed bun, grinned with yellow teeth and said: "Don't worry, a good person will not pay for his life, and the harm will last for thousands of years, I will give it to him
A person who has cut off his face is not a short-lived person."
Ding Qingyao rolled her eyes at him, took the steamed bun and thanked him, then turned her back and ate it in small bites.
Houzhao walked out of the tent, and as soon as he sat down, a wretched man came over, took a look into the tent, and whispered: "Master Marquis, we are going to the tomb tomorrow, it's not good to carry two burdens with us, isn't it?
.”
Hou Zhao glanced at him and said: "It's true that it's a burden, but we also accepted other people's things. You won't split the money after selling the jade bracelet and diamond necklace!"
"Why don't we divide the money we earned with all our efforts!"
The wretched man spoke plausibly, rubbed his hands and said: "Master Marquis, we have to pay attention to our profession. That boy is a soldier, and we are thieves. Since ancient times, when officials and thieves meet, it will always be bad. Brothers, they all have opinions in private, but in front of you
I don’t dare to mention noodles, you have to give everyone a reassurance."
Hou Zhao said in a dull voice: "It's hard to say whether a person can survive this night. There's nothing to argue with a dead person."
The wretched man said: "Master Hou, it's not the brothers who care. Today, in order to save this kid, I killed three brothers. Everyone feels bad."
Hou Zhao frowned and said, "I'll keep the things in the tomb to the third level, and stop gossiping. If this reassurance doesn't work, then let's just pat our butts and break up."
The wretched man laughed dryly and said: "Okay! Just listen to the Marquis. But there is one thing I don't understand. What is the relationship between this boy and you? Is it worthy for you to save him? People in our profession are heartless.
A heartless person, haha!"
Hou Zhao glared and said, "I can't do it because of my conscience."
"Master Hou is righteous!"
The wretched man gave a thumbs up. He suddenly put his head next to Hou Zhao's ear and whispered: "Master Hou, the sorghum stalks are evil, so be careful." After that, he patted his butt and left, shouting loudly.
: "Brothers, the Marquis said that the things in the tomb will be given to the big guys for three levels of profit!"
The tomb robbers immediately cheered, making Ding Qingyao uneasy in the tent.
Hou Zhao turned his head calmly and glanced at the sorghum stalk sitting next to him from the corner of his eye. He saw that he was immersed in eating steamed buns, and there was nothing unusual about his expression.
It was late at night, and the tomb robbers went back to their tents to sleep. Before going to bed, Hou Zhao went into the tent to check Han Baihang's wound. The wound was already covered with blood scars.
There was no low-grade fever, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Ding Qingyao on the side: "Fortunately, the wound is not inflamed. It will be fine after tonight." After saying that, he saw Han Baihang's chapped and gray lips, frowned and said: "Give him some water!
"
Ding Qingyao looked haggard. She was always in fear among these brutal and rude tomb robbers. The food she ate was unappetizing and she didn't dare to sleep. There were so many mosquitoes in the fields that the bites made her miserable. After listening to this,
If asked, he hurriedly fed Han Baihang water from a water bag, but at this moment, Han Baihang's teeth and lips were tightly closed, and the water went down his chin and into his neck.
"I said there is no way to feed him water like this!" Hou Zhao was a little annoyed. He glanced at the clumsy Ding Qingyao and suddenly had an evil thought in his heart. He said angrily: "Feed him with your mouth!"
Ding Qingyao was stunned and said in shock: "With your mouth?"
Hou Zhao said matter-of-factly: "What's wrong with your mouth? Han Baihang saved your life. Do you want to watch him die of thirst?"
Ding Qingyao stammered: "Men and women cannot be intimate..."
"Then just wait until he dies of thirst." Hou Zhao said coldly and turned away.
Ding Qingyao was anxiously holding the water bag. She was called a widow, but she had never experienced anything between men and women. At this moment, asking her to feed a man water with her mouth not only went against the rules of men and women, but also violated her inner moral concepts.
Accept it. But when she saw Han Baihang's bloodless face, her heart trembled suddenly, and her thoughts of kindness and gratitude gradually took over. She silently recited the words "obey the right in urgent matters" in her heart, then resolutely took a sip of water and leaned down.
She was close to Han Baihang's mouth, their lips were facing each other, but Han Baihang's teeth were tightly closed, so she used her tongue to pry open Han Baihang's teeth without any instructions, and put a mouthful of water into Han Baihang's mouth several times.
After feeding three times in a row, Ding Qingyao raised her head suddenly and wiped her lips vigorously. The shyness on her face reached her ears, and her eyes looked at Han Baihang with an unspeakable meaning.
After Han Baihang drank the water, his frowned brows slowly relaxed and his lips moved slightly, as if he still had unfinished thoughts.