Run into the world

Chapter 80 Stimulation
After all, Uncle Wen was the steward of the Shen family. When Uncle Wen took the policemen to Mang Village in his previous life, Shen Meng'er actually brought many men to help secretly, fearing that Uncle Wen would suffer if he took action.

It's a pity that the mob in Mang Village was too united and large in number. The most important thing was that the police officers had no intention of conflict with the mob at that time, so they had to let it go.

Later, when they found Wenxiu's body, she only had a somewhat tattered plaid shirt covering her body. This might be her last dignity.And it was this plaid shirt that allowed Duan Muxiang to see her at a glance in the dark!
Gently wrapping her coat around her body, Duan Muxiang carried her horizontally and carried her out of the cellar. The two killers surrounding the cellar entrance had gloomy looks on their faces due to the smell of corpses wafting out of it. Their eyes only glanced at it for a moment. He moved away.

"The people have been rescued, do we need to retreat immediately?" a killer asked calmly, his foot currently stepping on the knee of an unknown villager.

Wenxiu tried her best to twist her neck. Her thin body caused disgusting skin folds to form when she did this action, as if her neck had no flesh and only skin remained.Just a simple movement seemed to make her weaker, but she still tried her best to do it, and then she saw the beast being stepped on.

The killer seemed to understand something. He exerted force on his feet, and the sound of his knees breaking mixed with the screams resounded through half the village.

Duan Muxiang didn't look. He just looked down at Wenxiu and said, "My mission is to rescue her. As long as the result is right, the process is actually not important."

"Hehehe, I just like an employer like you!"

The Ten Killers turned around and rushed out of the yard. At this time, many villagers came running over because of the screams. Facing the enemy, they all raised their swords and started fighting each other.

At this time, the difference between professional killers and mobs finally came to light. Even though the mobs seemed to have a large number of people, their ugly hearts and fear of death had already been engraved deep in their souls.A team without the blessing of faith and will is destined to be just a mob!
The killers knew this very well. When a villager was beheaded and blood flowed out of his head, the villagers paused visibly.

They panicked. They thought these people were just the Yamen's agents who made a sneak attack to rescue people. But now they saw that the other party had no worries at all and was deadly with every blow!
Of course, this is the Python Village after all, and their ferocious habits are determined by the source. The deaths of the villagers seem to have inspired this ferocious nature.However……

When another villager had half of his stomach knocked out by the killer's hammer, more or less fear could be seen on their faces.Then the momentum weakened, the instinct of fear of death took over, and the swords and swords lost coordination during the push.

The ten killers were like tigers entering the flock of sheep, and began a massacre that felt like venting!

In the courtyard, Duan Muxiang did not leave in a hurry. He carried Wenxiu and came to the villager who was wailing. He still did not look at the villager for fear of dirtying his eyes.

Wenxiu was staring at that beast. She wanted to kill him, but she was so weak that she could only stare.At this moment, a warm internal force entered her body, and the meridians it passed through seemed to be soaked in a hot spring. The specific running route made her stretch out her fingers with great spiritual effort.

laugh!
There was only a burnt smell in the air, and a faint golden ray penetrated the beast's brow...

Duanmuxiang started to walk outside, her chest was a little wet, "Crying takes a lot of energy, don't cry anymore, save some energy to look up and see clearly their fate!"

When Duan Muxiang stepped out of the gate, he didn't even look at the battlefield. He just walked slowly with his back to the battlefield and Wenxiu in his arms. Wenxiu tried his best to raise his head and let his eyes fall on the battlefield beyond his arms.

She didn't know those killers, but...she felt that when she looked over, those killers seemed to be more ruthless!

"Class permeates every aspect of the world, even among villains. Bad things are bad things, bad people are bad people, but when different bad people meet, they will always find out each other's strengths and weaknesses. And some Bad things will be despised by most bad people. In their words, we just violated the law, but you have lost your humanity!"

Wenxiu finally withdrew her gaze, human nature?This word is really far away from her. Compared with these words, she prefers this warm embrace.

Duan Muxiang lowered his head and found that Wenxiu had fainted, but he was not in a hurry. The inner force he just used was not only to avenge Wenxiu, but also to check the situation inside Wenxiu's body.Fortunately, although Wenxiu suffered countless tortures, those mobs were not a cult after all, and they did not understand the evil tricks that specifically hurt the muscles, bones, and meridians.So Wenxiu's problems at this time were just malnutrition and mental pain.

"gone!"

Duanmuxiang's shout brought the ten killers back to their senses. They had just been so excited to kill that they couldn't hold back. Well, what should I say?The feeling of killing good people is different from that of killing bad people. As a killer, they may never have the opportunity to experience this kind of thing in their life.

Duan Muxiang hugged Wenxiu and got on the horse, but she didn't really run far. Instead, she led a group of ten killers in a circle and ran behind the detectives.

At this time, the thick bloody smell had gradually drifted to the place where the police officers were confronting the village chief and others. Li Youcai's face was extremely ugly. He saw a young man running out crying in the distance. When he got closer, he stumbled embarrassingly.

"Village Chief! Village Chief! Aunt Mei and the others are all dead. They were killed by those bad guys!"

Li Youcai's eyes were about to split when he heard this, and he stared at Qi Tongwei and others. He couldn't understand what was going on today, and he was thinking about the pros and cons in his heart.

But he didn't speak, but the mob couldn't help it. If you can bring us benefits, we will respect you as the village chief.If you are scared, we people in Mang Village cannot let others bully you like this!

"The arrest is about to kill! The arrest is about to kill!"

A few idle men who were usually idle and aggressive were the first to attack the police.

The police officer closest to him immediately waved his knife to block him. Just as he was about to fight back, he heard Zhao Dahan shouting, "You must not intensify the contradictions among the masses!"

This voice almost set the tone for the conflict. The mob charged into the encirclement even more unscrupulously. The village chief's son even took the initiative to approach Qi Tongwei. He danced with great force with a broad-bladed sword, but was dodged by Qi Tongwei's footwork. It looks dangerous, but it doesn't even scratch the skin at all.

But Qi Tongwei did not take the initiative to fight back. He could not be the first person, otherwise he would be targeted by Zhao Dahan.However, this situation seemed frustrating, but it was also expected by them.

No one noticed that just as the conflict occurred, a swift flew into the hands of Uncle Wen behind the team. It was the swift used by the Shen family for communication.

Uncle Wen opened the note and turned around and ran towards the woods not far from where he came from. His heart was lifted and he was in a trance. He kept muttering, "Rescued! Rescued." Come! Grandpa is here, grandpa is..."

But when he saw the row of figures in the woods, he froze again. He saw the girl in his uncle's arms, the girl with scars all over her body, thin cheeks, and black and blue eyes.

Is this his granddaughter?What about his girl who smiles like a little sun?Who are you!Why do you look so much like my granddaughter?

Duan Muxiang didn't say anything. The face that always smiled was looking at him coldly, with no waves in her eyes.

I rescued your granddaughter. As a grandfather, do what you should do!
(End of this chapter)