Yu Jun

Wu Jin lay down with her clothes on, got up immediately when the signal soared into the sky, stood sideways inside the door, opened a crack, and looked out through the crack.

Wherever he looked, there was darkness, Wang Jinghua opened the door cursing, scolded the boy for sleeping like a dead man, and forgot to carry the toilet for him.

The door suddenly opened a crack, and the flames from outside scrambled in, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the path from the front door to the front yard.

The sudden light made Wang Jinghua stand still. He looked at the door curiously. Wu Jin suddenly opened the door and dragged him into the room. At the same time, he covered his mouth with a hoarse voice: "Shut up, a thief is here!"

Then he tried to close the door, but it was too late, the door was completely opened, the thieves came in from the door with open flames, and under the light of the fire, a group of ferocious shadows were drawn out.

With a "bang", the newly repaired gate was closed again, isolating the post from the outside world.

At the same time as the door rang, Men Zi, who was sleeping in the duty room, woke up with a start and struggled to get out: "Who?"

Before he finished speaking, a man in black stepped forward and knocked him to the ground with a knife.

A strong smell of blood suddenly filled the humid air.

Although Wu Jin is poor, he has always lived a peaceful life. Even though he was shocked twice in Mo Mansion, he has never seen this kind of straightforward brutality and ruthlessness, and the scarlet blood splashing on the ground.

The banditry in the tabloids is far less thrilling than it is now.

He held Wang Jinghua tightly, tensed his body, and his fingers were almost embedded in Wang Jinghua's flesh. He even felt that Wang Jinghua was very calm, motionless, only his eyes were rounded, and his nose kept moving.

Then, a smell of urination emanated from Wang Jinghua's body, mixed with the sticky smell of blood, and rushed straight to Wu Jin's nose.

Wu Jin let go of the hand covering his mouth, and he immediately fell limp, and all the strength of his body fell into Wu Jin's hands.

"Thief..." He opened his mouth, and the sound that came out was so thin and small that only he could hear it.

Wu Jin tugged on him heavily, seeing the bandits divided into three groups, the least group consisted of four people, staying in the front yard, trying to silence this group of helpless students.

The four people began to search door by door, and there was a faint scream. The classmate who was eating and watching the fun with them during the day quickly became a ghost under the knife. Wu Jin subconsciously took a step back. At the same time, he also heard The sound of swords clashing in the backyard.

There is Yin Nan in the backyard!

But there is only one Yin Nan.

"Leave the wind!" he yelled in his heart.

The sound of the knife being dragged in the corridor approached, accompanied by the sound of "tick", not rain, but blood dripping from the knife, mixed with screams.

Dragging Wang Jinghua, who was like a dead dog, Wu Jin ran to the window, pushed open the straight-panel window, and before she could get out, the door was pushed open, and a man in black came in brazenly, and let out a cry of surprise.

Then the man in black sneered, raised his long knife, and chased after him.

Wu Jin gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, picked up Wang Jinghua by the waist like a burden, and threw it out of the window. Wang Jinghua fell in the mud outside the window, rolled over, got up and ran—there was a road behind the house, Going forward along the narrow road is the gate with the handle of the thief, and going backward along the narrow road is the food and grass that the thief targeted for this trip.

If this is the case, you have to run away, staying where you are is a dead end.

When the light of the knife flashed, Wu Jin supported the edge of the window with both hands, stepped on it with one leg, kicked hard, and the whole person shot out like an arrow.

Like Wang Jinghua, he fell into the darkness, but instead of running for his life in a panic, he got up and stood leaning against the wall of the house, clinging to the wall from head to toe, motionless.

There was no firelight behind the house, which could conceal his figure, but he felt that the sound of his heart beating in his chest was too loud, deafening, and he was even afraid that the sound in his body would shatter this thin layer of wood.

The thief put his head out of the window lattice and glanced left and right, only to see a piece of darkness. With a little light from the sky, he could vaguely see that the ground was full of mud and dirty water.

He retracted his head, let out another sneer, and went to another room with the knife in his hand—run, you will die wherever you go.

Wu Jin listened to the movement, convinced that the thief had no time to spend with herself, then turned to face the wall, stretched her arms, climbed up a crossbar, stepped on the window lattice, and began to climb up.

Stepping on the crossbar, with his left hand, he hooked a section of log inserted through the square wood, and with his right hand, he hugged a section of the head beam, and he climbed up to the protruding eaves.

Using both hands and feet, he squirmed from the vertical ridge to the main ridge, and he completely melted into the sky. No one could see him, but when he looked down, he could see the tragic situation in the front yard.

The silent fighting was gentle, but what was even more tragic was the students who woke up halfway, fled around like headless chickens, and then were cut to death like grass.

The men in black were rampant in silence and weak struggles, the post was divided into several pieces by the light brought by the torches, the sound of fighting from the backyard was particularly harsh, and the grain depot and stables were still silent—the transport army had gluttonous food. With a normal appetite, he eats the most beef and sleeps the most.

It became easy for the thieves to kill Yunjun.

He had never seen such thieves in the tabloids who dared to grab grain at the posthouse, and he had never heard of such a group of bandits in Jeju who acted so boldly.

Is it because the thieves suddenly gave birth to the boldness of the sky, or was someone instigated to let them kill people here?
Is it Zhang Feng?

Filled with doubts, Wu Jin continued to crawl along the main ridge until she reached the other end of the house, then climbed down the vertical ridge, and reached for a copper bell hanging from the corner of the eaves.

The copper bell was very heavy, filled with dust and grass clippings, and could not be shaken. He leaned down, took it off the copper hook, picked out the debris inside, and then stood on the tile and shook it vigorously.

The brass ring in the bell has also rusted. When he shook it, the sound was muffled. After three times, it suddenly became clearer and louder. The sound was rapid and abrupt in the silence, causing chickens and dogs outside the posthouse to bark.

The killing stopped suddenly, and all the men in black looked at Wu Jin who was standing on the roof.

Wu Jin raised her arms, shook the bell vigorously, and shouted at the grain depot where Yunjun was located: "There are thieves!"

His voice was deep and heavy, coming from the dantian, from the heart, the sound shook the roof tiles, and with the increasingly rapid sound of Ling Duo, it woke up Yunjun who was still sleeping.

The man in black in the front yard did not expect that a scholar who escaped for his life would not hide well and would make such a move to kill himself. He stepped forward to arrest him, and the army transported in the grain depot heard unusual voices, and they all woke up from their sleep .

Chang Long was awakened by the sound of the bell, his head was still dazed, but he could already smell blood in his nose. When he opened his eyes, he saw a knife raised above his head and was about to swing it down. His face was sticky and cold. blood dripping down.

He jumped up from the bed like a carp, clasped the thief's wrist with both hands, pushed him to the wall with the knife, then grabbed the knife and fought back. When he took the knife and went out, he didn't know what happened.

Looking up, he saw Wu Jin standing high on the ridge of the roof from a distance, with the sword shining on her body without moving, wearing a literati shirt that could be blown by the wind, showing her tough bones.