Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 77
"This dream..." Niang was at a loss for words for a moment, but she quickly thought of how to answer, "It means that Xiaomu is a very good child, even if he is in danger, someone will come to save you and help you."

"Really?" She became excited, and asked after her mother, "Then what's his name?"

Children always like to break the casserole and ask the end.

"His name is..." Mother thought for a while, "His name is Xiong Fei, didn't you dream that bears were flying in the sky?"

She felt that what mother said was wrong, could it be that the person who dreamed of a bear flying in the sky and rescued her was called Xiong Fei?If she dreams of a bear running on the ground, will mother call that person "Bear Run"?
In short, she didn't think it made sense, but she hummed and said very well: "Mom, I remember, it's Xiong Fei."

After saying these words, my mother disappeared, and the warm feeling of hugging my mother also disappeared, and she was left alone in the dark coffin. She had difficulty breathing, almost out of breath.

I am dying, she thought, who will save me?

There were voices of people outside the coffin, the body of the coffin seemed to be moved and moved, something was knocking and knocking on the coffin lid, and then, suddenly, the coffin lid was lifted, and the dazzling light made her unable to open her eyes. But she sat up suddenly, breathing heavily.

She could feel the changes in the voices of people around her. At first, she was frightened. Someone was gasping for air, and then there was an undisguised cry. It was the members of the Yushan tribe weeping with joy. Then, she finally opened her eyes. Eye.

The first thing she saw was an old man with white hair, white beard and white robe, with wrinkles on his face like old walnuts, standing right in front of the coffin, bending over and looking at her carefully.Seeing her eyes open, the old man chuckled and stretched out his hand: "Girl, get up."

At that time, she didn't know that the old man was Jiang Ziya, she just thought the old man was smiling and kind.She was suddenly aggrieved, grabbed Jiang Ziya's hand and stood up, crying with a waaah.Jiang Ziya hugged her with a smile, patted her on the back lightly, and coaxed her, "Don't cry, girl, go eat."

Later, she heard a little bit about Jiang Ziya, especially the "Jiang Ziya fishes, and those who wish to take the bait" are fondly talked about by later generations.At that time, she didn't think that Jiang Ziya was clever at all. She was worried and at the same time felt grateful for Jiang Ziya: Fortunately, Shangfu didn't fish for a living, otherwise starving to death would not count, and the whole family would have to starve to death...

The day she knew that Jiang Ziya's name was Feixiong, she was enlightened, and the dream in the coffin was vivid before her eyes. Mother was wrong, that person was not called Xiong Fei, but the name of Feixiong.The person who helped her save her turned out to be Shangfu.

She was very silent that day, sitting alone on the steps in front of the hall and pulling grass, alternately happy and sad, sometimes sighing and sometimes dazed.Zhou Gongdan passed in front of her with the silk book in his arms, then returned after a pause, curiously asked: "Duanmu, what are you doing?"

"I was thinking," she put on a thinker's posture, with a few traces of distant and erratic blur in her clear eyes, "dreams are really strange."

"What's so strange?" Zhou Gongdan was puzzled.

"It's just very strange." She said, "Think about it, what kind of dream does a person have that can predict what will happen to him, isn't it amazing? It's much more amazing than those tortoise shell divinations."

After thinking about it, she let out another long breath, and patted Zhou Gongdan on the shoulder very maturely: "Zhou Gongdan, you are so smart, you must be able to figure out what dreams mean, for sure!"

After fooling Zhou Gongdan into a fog, Duanmucui wandered away.She had been picking grass all day, and she was so hungry that she wanted to drink a bowl of batter.

Duanmucui, the great prophet, hits the wrong way. When a blind cat encounters a dead mouse, he has predicted this event all his life: Zhou Gongdan's original ambition was to become a saint of the generation. The way is not impossible.

To this day, "Zhou Gong Interpretation of Dreams" still occupies a place on the list of pirated books in various stalls, and Miss Duanmu has contributed a lot.

Although many people appreciate the heroic words of "rather to be broken than to be whole, and to sacrifice one's life for righteousness and death to get what one deserves", but when things come to an end, they still believe in the saying that "a good death is worse than a good life".

What's wrong with being alive?There is a cool breeze blowing, fragrant tea and wine, listening to little songs, watching new plays, snacks with new patterns and tastes, and countless unknowns and expectations, but what is death?It's cold tea, the lights are off, it's all over.

Duanmucui didn't want to die.

In the blink of an eye, a thought illuminated her chaotic thoughts like lightning, she trembled all over, and she didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhan Zhao's lapel: "Zhan Zhao... "

The incident happened so suddenly that there was almost no room for Zhan Zhao to be surprised or judge.He quickly approached, stabilized Duanmucui's precarious body, pointed out like lightning, and touched several large acupuncture points all over her body, then he didn't know what to do, and saw her bleeding from all seven orifices, the blood color was as black as black.The toxicity was so intense that the words "I can't save it" whirled and expanded rapidly in my mind.His lips were dry, his heart was broken like a mast cable, and he didn't know where he was going to fall.

In a daze, I heard someone yelling loudly: "Evil barrier!"

Zhan Zhao raised his head in a daze, and at some point there was a person standing at the curtain of the tent, a general in a cloak, his whole body was as cold as ice, but his eyes were full of anger, he shouted violently, and the three-pointed and two-edged halberd in his hand flew across the wind Like a black arc, the big cloak spreads out, almost like the wings of a bird, wrapping invincibly murderous, it makes people frightened.

Because Duanmucui was still in his arms, Yang Jian threw the halberd at him, the halberd was just to intimidate his mind, it didn't really mean to kill him, otherwise Zhan Zhao's mind was in a state of uncertainty at the moment, and he might not be able to take the blow.

Let's say that Zhan Zhao didn't start shaking until the halberd reached the front door. In desperation, he took the case as the axis and avoided it with a short body.The tip of the halberd swept across the door, making his face ache.He entered the tent in the middle of the night, Ju Que was not with him, his thoughts turned sharply, his body had not been raised yet, he exerted force on his legs, the back of his feet was stretched like hard iron, and kicked up the food table quickly.The food cauldron turned upside down, the soup splashed all over the place, taking advantage of this moment, he grabbed Duanmucui and snatched the chain gun beside her pillow, and swung it with great force, breaking a hole in the back wall of the main tent, and flew away out.

As soon as he got out of the tent, he took a deep breath, but saw the torches flickering around him, and the tips of knives, halberds and spears flickering.As far as the soldiers and guards of the Duanmu Camp were well-trained, they lived up to their reputation. After only a short while, they knew that the main tent had changed, and they had already set up a siege circle around it.There was a sneer behind him, but it was Yang Jian who chased him from the broken tent.Zhan Zhao is unarmed, knowing that there is no escape, his thin lips are tightly pressed, without saying a word, he just looks down at Duanmucui.She was already so angry that Zhan Zhao's throat choked, as if his heart had been torn apart, he hissed to Yang Jian, "She can't do it anymore, you..."

Originally he wanted Yang Jian to call the doctor accompanying the army over, but before he finished speaking, the front of his front was tightened suddenly, but it was Duanmucui who suddenly grabbed his clothes and said in a hoarse voice, "Zhan Zhao..."

Zhan Zhao was taken aback, subconsciously bent down, she didn't speak much, her voice was too weak to be heard, but he could hear every single word clearly, and under the agitation of his heart, tears suddenly clouded his eyes.Suddenly he felt his arms sink, and Duanmucui had lost his breath.

Zhan Zhao bit his lips tightly, stood up slowly, and smiled faintly at Yang Jian: "General Duanmu is poisoned, if you and I can't stand each other and miss the timing, her life will be lost. Why don't you let her go?" Lu, you let me go and I let the other go, the two have nothing to do with each other, everyone is happy?"

When Yang Jian entered the tent, he knew Duanmucui had been plotted against at a glance, and now seeing her lying motionless in Zhan Zhao's arms, he didn't know that she was dead. He only thought that she was being held hostage, and his heart was filled with rage.He hated being threatened the most in his life, if Duanmu was not in his hands, he wanted to split Zhan Zhao into thousands of pieces at once, how could he let him go?
It's just that after Zhan Zhao said this, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the surrounding soldiers and guards of the Duanmu Camp were all in a commotion.One must know that most of them are members of the Duan and Yushan tribes. At this moment, they are concerned about the safety of the coach, so how can they care about Yang Jian's thoughts?Looking at each other apprehensively, they consciously made a gap.

Zhan Zhao's gaze caught him, and he smiled faintly, and suddenly touched a person, and was suddenly stunned.

Ami stood in the encirclement, her eyes full of disbelief and despair, Erqing smiled miserably, and said, "Zhan Zhao, you are indeed Chaoge's mastermind."

Zhan Zhao's eyes drooped slightly, he didn't want to deceive Ami, but today, whether it's lying or justifying, it doesn't make much sense, he doesn't want to delay, he still has things to do to keep this useful.

Misty water gradually formed in Ami's eye sockets, and she heard Zhan Zhao's calm and gentle voice in tears: "You think so, so be it."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rose up, like a lone crane soaring into the sky, straight up several feet high, in mid-air, suddenly let go, Duanmucui's body fell down.There was an uproar and commotion below. At this moment, hunting down ten or eight Zhan Zhao was not as important as protecting the coach.

The masters have played tricks to survive in danger, and what they are looking for is nothing more than this moment of life.Taking advantage of the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Zhan Zhao rushed out, but he still remembered Duanmucui in his heart, and he had to use this move as a last resort. If it was not really urgent, he would not abandon her no matter whether she lived or died.

He was afraid that if no one caught her.

When he looked back anxiously, Yang Jian had already caught Duanmucui, and when he realized that Duanmucui was out of breath, he let out a low growl like a wounded beast, raised his head extremely angrily, and met Zhan Zhao's eyes.

This gaze is as ruthless and ruthless as a knife sharpening blood, killing gods when meeting gods, and terrifying Buddhas when meeting Buddhas.

Zhan Zhao's heart shuddered, Ji Lingling shivered.

But he didn't stop at all, and his back quickly disappeared into the night.

The soldiers and guards swarmed towards Yang Jian, who was the first to yell in horror: "The general is dead!"

Anxiety and fear spread like a tide, and the muffled sound of swords and halberds falling to the ground came one after another. Some people suddenly cried out, some suppressed their sobs, and some sat down on the ground, frozen and motionless.

Yang Jian felt extremely irritable, and shouted angrily: "Bastard, what's the name!"

This sound was full of energy, and it shook the eardrums of everyone present, and there was a moment of dead silence in the arena.

I heard Yang Jian say coldly: "Lighting the lights and sealing the city, from this moment on, no one can enter or leave Anyi without my order."

After a pause, he continued: "The news of General Duanmu's death, no one can leak a word, whoever leaks it, beheaded!"

This night in Anyi, it can be said that the city is full of panic, and almost no family is not disturbed.The menacing Xiqi soldiers broke into the door and swept away in all directions. The torches in the streets and alleys lit half of the night sky bright red.

Only three feet away from digging.

Zhan Zhao didn't go anywhere, he stayed in his military tent, listening to the noise of people outside, quietly hiding in a dark corner, stroking Duanmucui's through-heart lotus.

Just now, she said to him: "Zhan Zhao, if what you said is true, then just wait, I'll let her come to you."

(End of this chapter)