The legend of the strongest special forces

Chapter 247

Everyone didn't know what happened, let alone what Qiao Xue asked them to do.

But as the saviors, under Wendona's call, the four patriarchs naturally came over.

They also had injuries on their bodies, but luckily the injuries were not serious. They discussed it just now, and they will send someone back for help in a while.

"Jingle Bell!"

Suddenly, a phone ringing caught everyone in a daze. In this remote and remote place, they couldn't even afford food, let alone a mobile phone.

Looking at the reputation, a man in the crowd instinctively reached out to cover the mobile phone in his arms, and looked at everyone with a somewhat terrified expression.

"Aren't you going to take it out and have a look?"

Qiao Xue, who was standing in front of the crowd, looked at the man in the crowd with a sneer.

The pistol in his right hand was raised directly and aimed at this guy.

"I...I...I..."

The man looked at the phone in Qiao Xue's hand with weak legs. He didn't know how to explain it for a moment, and then looked at his patriarch as if asking for help.

That's right, his patriarch is Chiva's father. He just dealt with the unfilial son's patriarch, and he looked at Qiao Xue and Wen Duona in confusion.

"Uncle, this call is from the King of Ghosts. There is an inner ghost among us, and it is he who has been tipping off the poison bandits down the mountain!"

Gritting her teeth, Wendona looked at the man who was about her own age viciously.

After all, he was still Chiva's good friend, and he had played with him since he was a child, but his conduct was not very good, and he was caught peeking at girls taking a bath before.

Thinking of these things, she also suddenly realized that when Chiva was caught secretly calling yesterday, he was still instigating everyone in the crowd.

"I didn't! I don't know what it is, I really picked it up!"

The pale man hurriedly escaped from his pocket and threw the mobile phone on the ground, sweating profusely, thinking that it was too late to argue.

"If you don't want to die immediately, just tell me honestly!"

Without giving him any chance, Qiao Xue directly pulled the trigger, and the bullets whizzed past his ears.

He only felt pain in his ears, and the black muzzle of the gun had quite a deterrent effect on him.

The unprepared psychological defense line was instantly broken through.

"I was wrong, patriarch, I was wrong, I dare not do it again, it was Chiva who asked me to go to the ghost king, it has nothing to do with me!"

The kid immediately knelt on the ground, howling continuously, and he also told the whole story honestly.

This guy with a bad character has been inextricably linked to the drug bandits who came to buy poppies.

But after the five villages jointly pulled out poppies and planted tea trees, they also cut off contact with the drug bandits.

However, this kind of idea of ​​getting rich by hard work is quite hard for such a lazy man.

He wanted to continue planting poppies, but after learning of Chiva's complaint, he immediately came up with an idea, and Chiva readily accepted it.

After all, the five villages can collect a lot of poppies a year, and this business is not losing money, so the ghost king sent some people over to complete the assassination operation.

But this time, the ghost king threatened to expose the evidence of their collusion with outsiders, and promised not to kill them after attacking, so the two cooperated.

Unexpectedly, Chiva's secret conversation was discovered, so he was the only one left, and he continued to provide information to outsiders in fear.

First of all, it was the information about Chiva's discovery, and then he provided the information that the flour was used up. Finally, he watched Ling Tian and the others leave without saying goodbye, so he notified the Ghost King.

"Do you know how many people were killed by the three messages!"

Now it is time to see the blue sky through the clouds and mists, and the doubts that were trapped in everyone's minds have also been solved.

Wen Duona clenched her fists tightly, tears streaming down her face. These guys not only killed her father, but also killed many people in her clan.

He snatched the pistol from Qiao Xue's hand, and pointed the gun at the traitor with his eyes wide open.

At this time, no one would intercede for him, watching Wendona pull the trigger continuously, and the bullet pierced the damn traitor's chest.

"I really didn't expect it to be the problem of my clan. I am ashamed of my ancestors!"

Looking at the tragic death of the traitor, the saddest person at this time is probably Chiva's father. His own people and his son have become traitors, and his 50-year-old face is completely humiliated.

"Uncle, this is not what you want, and our village still needs your help!"

The patriarch was in tears, and Wen Duona hurried up to comfort her, she knew how to deal with these things with a high emotional intelligence.

They were originally from the same clan, but they have had too many bonds over the years, and they are inextricably linked with each other.

In just a few days, half of the men in the village had died, but luckily their sacrifices were not meaningless.

Once the ghost king died, no one dared to invade them within a hundred miles. Perhaps this was also an opportunity to change their life of relying on poppies for a hundred years to survive.

Qiao Xue, who was on the side, looked at Wen Duona and smiled, and found that this seemingly weak girl still had strong communication skills.

Her few words can bring everyone's hearts together. This time, the inner ghost not only did not divide them, but made them more united.

Not everyone can have this kind of ability, at least Qiao Xue knows that she doesn't have it.

But here she can't help much anymore, she turned back to the entrance of the cave, holding the gun, leaning there, looking at the still dark night outside.

The rain is still fierce, and the strong wind keeps throwing the rain into the sky again. It has not been such a heavy rain here for a long time.

Perhaps this is also the cry of those souls who died in vain.

After this bloodbath, they will have a new start, but the protagonist Ling Tian, ​​who has seen all this, is still lethargic.

Exhaustion and excessive blood loss made him fall asleep for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, he realized that he was wearing dry clothes.

Sitting up with his body propped up, Ling Tian looked at the beating bonfire beside him, looked around again, and then moved his body briefly.

The wound still hurts, and his body is still a little weak, but overall he doesn't have a fever, so he can hold on.

"you're awake!"

Just as Ling Tian was putting on his shoes, a voice came. Wen Duona, who came in with a basin of hot water in front of her eyes, was looking at him with a smile.

"Yes!"

Everything is over, and now he is still a little embarrassed to see Wendona.

"Wash your face, the meal is ready, don't you still have tasks?"

Wen Duona put down the water basin, she was still so graceful, which made Ling Tian stunned, wondering how she figured it out after she fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)