The second generation of immortals fled famine in ancient times and engaged in infrastructure constr

Chapter 82
A sharp iron bar was inserted into the old man's chest, and the other end of the iron bar was held in his own hand. His chest was still rising and falling slightly, reminding him that he hadn't died yet.

Grandpa Wang Er heard the movement beside him, turned his head sideways, opened and closed his lips, and said the last sentence intermittently as Wang Er knelt and crawled closer:

"Eat me... let's go."

This is not the first time Grandpa Wang has fled famine. When he was a child, he and his family experienced a more tragic escape to the south.

Tens of thousands of people left their hometowns from the northernmost point and went south. In the end, only a few thousand people were left in disarray.

He will never forget the various tragedies that happened in it until his death.

Therefore, he quickly noticed the thoughts and struggles of his second child, and wanted to prevent the tragedy from happening.

He himself is an old bone, and he will die when he dies. The great-grandson is the only flesh and blood of Xiao Er and his wife. On weekdays, not only Xiao Er loves them, but he also loves them very much.

If he had to choose between him and his great-grandson, of course it would be to keep the great-grandson!

Wang Er's vision was blurred, and he raised his hand to wipe it, only to realize that his face was full of tears.

".Grandpa"

He suppressed his voice and knelt beside his grandfather, his hands were shaking, his teeth were chattering, and he didn't know what to say while holding his grandfather's cold hand.

Wang Er hated his despicable thoughts so much, he didn't want to lose his son, and he didn't want to lose his grandpa either.

At worst, the whole family dies together!

"what happened?"

The daughter-in-law was awakened by Wang Er's movement. She squinted her eyes and saw only Wang Er's curled up blurry figure, unable to see clearly what happened.

Wang Er did not answer, grief overwhelmed him, clogged his throat, and he could not speak a word.

The scenes of Grandpa taking care of him since he was a child flashed in his mind.

The voice and smile are still there today, but there is a lone traveler on the bridge.

"Where's the son?!!!"

"Wang Er, where did you put your son!!!"

Wang Er's daughter-in-law suddenly panicked and grabbed Wang Er's shoulders, waking him up from the pain.

"Son? Isn't the son lying on the stroller?"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Er was stunned, and his son who was lying on the cart before fetching water disappeared!
He couldn't make any sound for a while, his ears roared, and the whole world seemed to explode.

Because the son sleeps dishonestly and the grandfather feels light, Wang Er deliberately made the two sleep farther away. He and his wife slept next to the grandfather and son respectively.

"What are you doing here? What's wrong with Grandpa? Go find..."

The second daughter-in-law of Wang stopped in the middle of her sentence, and the iron bar piercing through her chest came into view forcefully
"Grandpa!!! How did Grandpa die!!"

"Is that you? Wang Er!"

Wang Er's daughter-in-law, who didn't find her son but saw Grandpa's body, couldn't bear it, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, looking at Wang Er blankly.

"Where's the son?"

Wang Er finally squeezed out his voice: "I just went to get some water, and when I came back, Grandpa was like this, and my son disappeared."

"Why didn't you wake me up when you fetched water! Why didn't you wake me up!"

The son is the heart of Wang Er's wife, so Wang Er has never told his daughter-in-law about his plans tonight.

"me."

Wang Er didn't know what to say, saying that he felt sorry for his wife and was too tired?
But the son had disappeared, and it was useless to say anything.

Find my son, yes, now I have to hurry to find my son, maybe he got up at night and lost his way!
It sure is!
Wang Er staggered to his feet and looked around.

Brother Zhao's father and son's laughter and laughter blew along the wind, and at the same time there was a smell of barbecue.

A certain guess surfaced in his mind, but Wang Er did not want to believe that his son must have lost his way after waking up!

Unexpectedly, Wang Er walked a few steps towards Brother Zhao's family facing the wind. The smell of barbecue became stronger, and his stomach started to growl.

But Wang Er didn't seem to feel anything, his face was dazed, his movements were stiff, and he looked like a wild ghost.

My head hurts so bad it's about to explode.

Wang Er took a step forward and saw a small humanoid being roasted on a fire.

My son seems to be that tall too.
Wang Er's head roared like a beating drum, the moonlight seemed to be as bright as the day in an instant, a white glow struck from top to bottom, and the clear sword chant followed, resounding through the sky.

Is it a hallucination?

No, this time it seems to be true.

The sword light is like frost and the cold air is pressing, and the sword energy is like a rainbow across the long day.

In the end, he slashed heavily at the tail of the team, stirring up a cloud of dust.

In front of him was illuminated by the sword light and the bright moonlight as if it were daytime, so that the blood-red flesh on Brother Zhao's teeth was clearly visible.

There is a curled up figure on the grill, some parts are missing, and the original appearance can no longer be seen.

Anger broke Wang Er's last rational string, and everyone was silent. When shocked by the sudden sword, Wang Er picked up a sharp stone from the ground, held it in his hand, and strode towards Zhao Da .

"boom!"

The sound of the stone hitting the head coincided with the sound of dozens of people falling to the ground at the end of the line, and no one noticed this corner for a while.

Wang Er looked crazy, and kept throwing stones on Zhao Da's head until it broke from it. Zhao Da died without saying a word.

Zhao Da and his son Zhao Tie are the only ones left in the Zhao family.

At the same time that Wang Er started his move, Zhao Tie was so frightened that his pants were wet, he sat down on the ground, stepped back, and hurriedly ran to the bushes on both sides while Wang Er didn't notice him.

Finally, when Wang Er stopped his movements, the smoke and dust at the tail of the team dispersed. He cast his eyes in the direction of the forest, and had no intention of chasing him.

"Baiyujing in the sky, twelve floors and five cities; Immortals caress my top, and my hair is tied to receive longevity."

A loud and deep sound of the great avenue resounded through the air above the fleeing team, and it was limited to this area.

At the same time, people nearby could see the corpses lying on the ground, all of them had their throats sealed with a sword, and the expressions on their faces still preserved the expression of the last moment.

The woman and the old man in the middle huddled together, and the ones who fell were the villains who "eat" people at the end of the line.

A figure appeared faintly in mid-air, it looked like a young girl, and lotus flowers bloomed at her feet, and everyone could see her.

The Supreme Daoyin turned into a golden lotus and surrounded her. The cold-looking girl with her long eyelashes hanging down seemed to be watching them, but they were completely absent from her eyes.

Everyone held their breaths in silence. At this time, it seemed that taking a big breath was a blasphemy to the girl.

"Is it a fairy?"

"The fairy appeared!"

"Is the fairy here to save us!"

Some people were immersed in the excitement in their hearts, and some were still reminiscing about the power of the sword, and there was no thought of resistance in their hearts.

The gap between humans and immortals is too great.

Under the gaze of everyone with their heads up, the girl finally moved, with graceful steps, slender bare hands, and a melodious voice.

"If you want to get rid of the predicament and seek a stable life, you can wait here until daylight. There is a group of deserters who have been sheltered by me, and I can take you south."

After the fairy finished speaking softly, her eyes swept across the crowd, like a sharp sword passing by a vital point, silently intimidating.

Then, the fairy in mid-air waved her hand, and the figure disappeared in place, and the moonlight dimmed.

The only sound in the air is the crackling of the campfire and the sound of heavy breathing.

(End of this chapter)