Absolutely arrogant: The Defying Little Concubine

Chapter 366 [Pursuit of Aid]

Yang Gan lay down on the horse's back, hugged the horse's neck with his right hand, and pressed his body tightly against the horse's back, trying to reduce the air resistance as much as possible, and galloped towards the deserted village at high speed.

A barren mountain range appeared in front of him in the distance. Yang Qian reached out and grabbed the horse's mane, and the galloping horse galloped forward at a faster speed.

The barren village is located at the foot of a mountain range, and the houses in the village are stretched into one piece. It can be seen that it was very prosperous in the past, but it declined later. Some people say that this place is cursed by the heavens, and people in the village die suddenly without reason. The vendetta killed all the people in the village, and some people said that they worshiped evil spirits and were attacked by ghosts and gods... Anyway, the barren village fell into decline.

"who?"

The hooves of the horses sounded urgently on the deserted village road, and suddenly there was a low alert cry from ahead.

"Stop here!"

The two men jumped out with their knives in hand, staring warily at Yang Gan who was speeding forward and showed no sign of slowing down.

Yang Gan snorted coldly, he didn't care about it, he rode forward, the eyes of the two men gleamed fiercely, they slashed up and down, one jumped up and slashed at Yang Gan, and the other cut him off the horse's leg.

Yang Gan stretched out his body, grabbed the knife that was cutting towards the door with one hand, grasped the blade with the other hand, and broke it hard, the long knife made of fine steel immediately curled like a twist, and the man only felt that his hand was In a moment of numbness, the long knife twirled in the palm of his hand like a poisonous dragon drill, the weapon had already left his hand, and before he could feel the shock, he was hit in the chest by a huge force, and was thrown away immediately.

Yang Gan knocked the man away with a shaking hand, and pulled the rein suddenly, the galloping horse stopped immediately, the man stood up, stepped forward with both front hooves, and with a single stroke, the man who was about to cut the horse's legs The man stepped down with a knife.The strength of the galloping horse was more than a thousand catties, the man's long knife was crushed, and a bloody hole appeared on his chest.

Yang Qian's figure jumped, he got away from the galloping horse, and continued to sweep forward.

He leaped ten feet, with the whistling of wind in his ears, faster than a galloping horse. After walking nearly two miles, he turned to the right and found a red lantern burning hundreds of feet away. Zhong's figure shot forward again.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Gan moved his body, and in the blink of an eye, the distance of hundreds of feet had disappeared under his feet. He didn't even look at it, and went straight into the ancestral hall.

When his feet were sticky, Yang Qian looked down and found that it was a pool of blood that was somewhat coagulated. With a glance, he saw several corpses falling crookedly in front of him.

Yang Qian leaned over and probed one person's nose. The person's breath had completely disappeared, and he was already dead. After searching for several people, Yang Gan frowned. It was obvious that there was a bloody battle here, but Meng Xiaodie and the others Woolen cloth?
"Little Butterfly!"

Yang Gan yelled, his anxious voice echoed in the ancestral hall, no one answered, only a few blood crows startled.

Yang Gan pondered, thinking about where Meng Xiaodie might appear, when suddenly he heard a sound, and when he looked back suddenly, he saw a person lying on the ground move slightly.

With a flash of his figure, he came to this person, put one hand against his vest, a majestic qi was transmitted, and the person slowly opened his eyes.

"Where are the people? Where did they go?" Yang Qian asked anxiously.

"Shi... Cave..." the man continued intermittently. After saying this sentence, he could no longer hold on, and died.

Out of the ancestral hall, Yang Gan ran westward all the way, bloodstained all the way, and occasionally had limbs and mutilated corpses, his heart was tense, and his face was stern and frightening.

After running for about two or three miles, a huge cave appeared in front of me beside a mountain range. The cave was three feet high and five feet wide.

A group of men in black sat on the ground in front of the grotto, and the one in front of the grotto was an old man, holding half of his sleeve, which was exactly what Meng Xiaodie had worn before.

(End of this chapter)