goddess above

Chapter 702

Jing Yu suddenly had these thoughts, pulled the woman and said: "We have to hide, there is danger, we have to hide."

The women probably also had the experience of being attacked on a rainy night, so they yelled a few times, and the women immediately picked up the hatchets and sticks, and ran to the tent to bring out the old man and the child. Holding the dagger under the pillow, Ming Huai took courage and ran to follow the women.

The uncle and Ming Huai braved the heavy rain and ran for a long distance on the waist-high grassland before finding a dozen frightened sheep. They drove them towards the camp, roaring from left to right and waving long poles, but the rain was so loud that they The sound of the sheep was completely overwhelmed, and a thunderstorm not far away scared the flock of sheep.

Ming Huai cursed angrily, the heavy rain blinded his eyes, he could only look for scattered sheep in the dark grassland with his voice, and swiped the long pole in his hand to find the sheep hiding in some invisible place.

The uncle suddenly shouted: "Boy, be careful."

"Huh? What?"

Ming Huai didn't hear clearly, and just asked a question, his face hurt, he immediately became vigilant, swiped the long pole forward, and a cold arrow flew over his head, with a "swoosh", it was not an ordinary hunting feather arrow , Ming Huai hung sideways on the horse very quickly, wiped the water on his face to look for someone, but the night was so thick that he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Hey." The uncle yelled, and suddenly jumped out from the darkness, one of them rolled on the ground, and rushed forward very quickly, and immediately there was a scream.

Ming Huai immediately jumped down and rushed over. In the waist-high grass, the uncle had already strangled a person by the neck. The heavy rain covered all the sounds. The man who was strangled by the uncle pulled out a short knife from nowhere and stabbed him. come over.

Ming Huai kicked the dagger away with a kick, quickly picked up the feather arrow on the ground, squatted on the ground and listened carefully, and pointed the bow in one direction to leave the string, and the feather arrow flew out with a scream .

The uncle broke the man's neck and stood up and shouted: "Good arrow skills, you are not bad."

Ming Huai gave him the scimitar: "Who is this?"

The uncle spat out dirty water and said, "Sheep thief, these two were supposed to be driving the flock of sheep away, but we ran into them."

Ming Huai picked up the feather arrow: "Then will they kill people?"

The uncle picked his ears: "What?"

Ming Huai yelled into his ear: "Will they kill people? Will they rob things in the tent?"

The uncle was taken aback, and Ming Huai knew something had happened, and immediately got on his horse and ran towards the camp, followed closely by the uncle.

Jing Yu also heard his wife talk about the sheep thief, and he didn't dare to relax the dagger in his hand. He watched the women hide the old man and the child in a pit, and helped them move the hay to cover it.

They seemed to have other plans. They were divided into several teams, and each of them found a place to hide. In the haystack, in the sheepfold, or even in the puddle, they hid quietly and did not dare to make a sound.

Jing Yu followed the woman who made the decision and lay down in the muddy water next to a pile of firewood, holding the dagger tightly in her hand, carefully observing the darkness, the muddy water splashed on her face with an earthy smell, feeling uncomfortable at all , the body was chilled one after another, and the clothes were already soaked and stuck to the body. If it wasn't for the darkness and the emergency, Jing Yu would have been extremely embarrassed.

The woman signaled Jing Yu not to move, it seemed that someone had already come, Jing Yu immediately crawled into the muddy water, was quiet for a while, and searched the tents one by one with messy footsteps stepping on the puddles, chattering as if she couldn't find anything The man felt very angry, and kept chopping down the tent with the machete in his hand, and the broken tent would be overturned by the heavy rain in a few strokes.

(End of this chapter)