Luo nine needles

Chapter 68 The Trap

People and horses rolled, and soon came to the foot shop on the side of the road.

The foot shop was indeed very simple, with only two low rooms and a stable. At this time, the doors and windows were closed, and only the guise fluttered in the wind and snow.

The door was knocked open, and the old man in the foot shop looked surprised.

"In such a heavy snowstorm, the officials are still on their way." He said, greeting warmly, but he was a little embarrassed, "My shop is small and cannot accommodate so many people. Oh, my lord, the car is even more——"

Regardless of what he said, Zhang Yuan not only came in with people, but also opened the door and pulled in the prison car.

"We are not too crowded." Zhang Yuan interrupted, took off his hat and looked at the store, "We will never separate people and cars."

The store was squeezed away, Zhang Yuan waved again before he could speak again.

"Check inside and out." He said, "Be alert around, and eat in shifts."

The soldiers dispersed as promised, some rushed into the room, and some scattered outside the shop.

The door of the kitchen was pushed open, and a girl who was burning a fire inside called out to grandpa and raised her head. When she saw that it was not grandpa but a soldier, her eyes widened in fright. The soldiers took a look at her and left. Not even the woodpile was spared.

The old man in the outside store was panicked: "My lord, the old man has been doing business for so many years."

Zhang Yuan sat down on the chair and said to the old man, "Don't be afraid, the store owner. We have to be on our own. Be careful. Please forgive me."

Soon the leader of the soldiers came over and reported, "I have checked everything, and only one girl is burning the fire."

The old man in the store hurriedly explained: "It's my granddaughter. It's been a bad day for the past two days, and I don't plan to do business. My son and daughter-in-law have gone back. My granddaughter and I just stayed to look after the store."

Zhang Yuan nodded to the soldiers, and then greeted the others: "Everyone sit down and rest—"

The guards and soldiers then took off their clothes one after another, shook off the snowflakes, and surrounded the charcoal fire to smoke.

The old man in the store also heaved a sigh of relief: "Guest officer, then I'll boil the water, what do you want to eat?" Then he apologized, "The weather is bad, and there are not all things in the store, so I can cook some noodles."

Zhang Yuan looked at him, smiled and raised his hand to interrupt: "No, shopkeeper, you don't have to do anything, just sit here." Then he waved to the guards beside him, "You go."

The guards responded, untied the burdens and water bottles they were carrying, and went backwards with them. After a while, the girl was driven out from behind, and threw herself into the arms of the old man in the store in fear.

The old man in the store hugged his granddaughter to comfort him, and then looked at Zhang Yuan with an even more puzzled expression: "Master, what are you?"

"We bring our own food and drink, and do it ourselves." Zhang Yuan said, stroking the snow-melted water in his palm, "Working on errands is dangerous, and we have to be careful when we go out."

This is too much. The old man in the store didn't know what to say, so he could only smile sarcastically: "That's really hard work." Pulling the girl, "Then, I'm going to feed the horses for the men—"

Zhang Yuan raised his hand again to stop: "No, you don't need to worry about people and horses." He pointed to the side, "You just sit here and wait, you don't need to do anything."

The old man in the store responded, and led the girl to squat down against the pillars, watching the people in the room resting and laughing, and after a while, the cooks from the back kitchen came in with hot soup and pancakes.

"The pots have been brushed, and the dishes and chopsticks have also been boiled." The guards said loudly.

But Zhang Yuan still didn't let everyone eat right away, he pointed to the old man in the store, and the guard understood, and came over with a bowl of soup.

"Store." The guard said with a smile, "try our craft."

The girl shrank into the old man's arms with some fear, and the old man in the store understood what he meant, and smiled wryly: "Officer, you really treat us as a black shop." After finishing speaking, he took the bowl and drank it.

Zhang Yuan drank cold water with a water bag in his hand, waited quietly for a moment, and after seeing that the old man in the store was fine, he waved his hand: "Eat."

The guards and guards clattered and sat down to eat and drink.

Soon this group of people finished their meal, and their clothes were almost roasted in front of the brazier, so they added charcoal to the brazier and exchanged it with the guards outside.

Another group of people came in, took off their clothes and weapons, and had a lively meal. After eating, Zhang Yuan got up and walked towards the prison car with a bowl of soup.

The old man in the store looked over curiously, and saw that the cover on the prison car hadn't been opened, Zhang Yuan just lifted a corner and put both hands in, as if he had grabbed the person in the prison car.

"Eat!" Zhang Yuan shouted in a low voice, "It's not that easy to want to die."

A low whimper sounded in the prison car, and the car shook slightly. After a while, Zhang Yuan withdrew his hand. The soup bowl was empty. He snorted coldly, covered the prison car, threw the bowl back on the table, and glanced at the old man in the shop.

The old man in the store hurriedly looked away.

The girl is still young, and fear comes and goes quickly. At this time, sitting beside her grandfather, she is already playing with the stones, saying "one, two, three"

Zhang Yuan withdrew his gaze and walked out the door. The wind had dropped a lot and the snow was still falling. He just had a meal and his body was comfortable. It made people want to stretch to relieve the fatigue of the journey.

The thought flashed, Zhang Yuanzhen stretched his chest and raised his hand, but at the same time his mind was shaken, and he shouted "Not good—"

But the sound only reached his mouth, and he staggered a step forward, sleepiness engulfed him like a sea, accompanied by the sound of falling to the ground one after another next to his ears, and the counting sound of the girl, he fell into darkness.

"Nine, ten." The girl said, clapped her hands, stood up, and looked at the soldiers and officers lying on the table or lying on the ground in the room.

"They come in in two batches, and if they come in three batches, there won't be enough Mixiang." The girl said, "I said they didn't bring enough."

The old man in the store blamed: "When you add charcoal, the effect of the medicine will be greater, enough to make them collapse at the same time, stop nagging, come and help."

As he spoke, he hurried to the prison car, and the girl hurriedly followed.

The old man in the store tore open the cover vigorously, and saw that there was not one person lying in the prison car, but four people.
There are even guards in the prison van?The defense is really tight.

The old man in the store was looking for the door lock, but he saw the four people who were lying raised their heads. Their faces were covered with a cloth covering their mouths and noses, and their eyes were like eagle owls.

The girl screamed: "His grandma's is a trap—"

Accompanied by the shouting, the old man in the store stretched out his arms to hug the girl and backed away. At the same time, the four people in the prison car jumped up, the prison car was torn apart, and the old man's grandfather and grandson rushed towards the old man in the store with flashes of knives.

Inside the narrow store is like a whirlwind.

The skinny old man swung away in the blink of an eye, and at the same time pulled out the knife from the officers and soldiers lying on the ground, accompanied by harsh impact sounds, and sparks flew everywhere.

But the old man in the shop opened his sword and was still tightly surrounded by four people.

The four of them were like one body, cutting up, down, left, and right at the same time.

The old man in the store was hard to beat with four hands, let alone a girl in his arms. He stepped back step by step, and quickly approached the door, and threw the girl out the next moment.

"Take the horse."

Accompanied by the old man's shout, the girl was thrown out of the door. The girl rolled on the spot, then got up and rushed towards the nearby horses like the wind.

But the next moment came a cry of pain from behind.

The girl turned her head and saw the old man in the store fall out of the door and hit him on the shoulder with a knife.

"Grandpa—" the girl screamed and turned around and rushed forward.

At the same time, those four people also jumped out of the door, like eagles spreading their wings, and rushed towards the old man and the girl in the shop.

The old shopkeeper who fell to the ground jumped up, swung his long knife back, repelled the blow of the four people, took the opportunity to grab the girl who rushed over, and ran towards the horse.

Behind him was a gust of wind like rain.

"Our father and I are going to explain here." The girl shouted, "If you see grandma in the palace of the king of hell, you will definitely be scolded for not being good at learning."

The old man in the store yelled: "Curse as long as you scold, I am afraid that the old woman will scold you a few times?"

He no longer cares about his back, although his body is old, but it is enough to withstand the wind and rain for his granddaughter.

As long as the girl is thrown onto the horse, with the girl's quickness, she will definitely be able to escape. As long as she escapes here, even if she is only an orphan, she can survive with the support of Momen.

"Amao." The old man in the store shouted, "Get on the horse——"

He threw it hard, and the girl flew towards a horse. Instead of following, he turned back, and with the girl screaming "Grandpa—" he resolutely faced the oncoming knife light.

At this moment, a sword light struck in the wind and snow, and the thick snowflakes on the ground suddenly turned up, like erecting a barrier.

The four people who were approaching froze suddenly, and the knives in their hands could not be chopped off.

"There are wings—" "It's sword energy—"

Accompanied by the shouts, the four of them backed away, waiting in a circle with their knives in hand.

The sword light flashed across the ground, the wind and snow rose from the ground, and the snow flew in the sky, making people's vision blurred.

There is no way to see where the visitor is.

One person held a knife to split the wind and snow, but the gently fluttering snow stirred by the sword light seemed to turn into an ice blade, hitting the knife, making a ding sound, and hitting the face, stinging.

All this happened in an instant, and the old man in the store was stunned until the horse neighed and a cold female voice sounded.

"Get on the horse."

He turned his head and saw that his granddaughter was already on the horse, and a person appeared next to her at some point.

She is riding on a horse, with a cloak and hat covering her whole body, carrying a big long burden, her hands clasped in front of her body, as if holding a sword, but also seems to be empty.

(End of this chapter)