Author: Ging Le

"General Aqina seems to have been captured alive."

The scout's voice was trembling: "Originally, we almost won, but many people rushed out from nowhere and were much stronger than us. We couldn't beat them at all..."

"Why are there other people?!" The priest glanced at the old man next to him with a fierce look, "Master Patriarch, can you explain to me where he comes from? Could it be that he, Gu Jingzhao, was in your family, Patriarch?

A strong army has been trained right under your nose?"

The patriarch shook his head in panic, "The priest is aware of everything, but I don't know anything about it."

"I have mobilized all the rural soldiers from Quan County. There are three hundred people in total, many of them, and not one of them has defected to Gu Jingzhao!"

"Gu Jingzhao is just a foreigner. With all his abilities, it is impossible for him to create soldiers and horses stronger than the local soldiers. Unless he has seen a ghost..."

The priest glanced over with a stern look, and the clan leader immediately shut up.

Another scout ran into the ancestral hall covered in blood: "Priest, clan leader, something bad is going on... Gu Jingzhao, Gu Jingzhao and the others have already reached the entrance of the ancestral hall!"

"What!" The patriarch's face instantly turned pale, his lips couldn't stop trembling, and even his beard was trembling.

"Si, priest, why don't we retreat..."

Three hundred rural soldiers were sent out, and more than two hundred of them were sent out, but the remaining dozens of people were simply unbearable to fight against. The priest didn't know clearly, but the clan leader knew it very well!

Epidemic and famine made what he called the strongest rural soldiers exist in name only, and many of them were forcibly brought to participate in this war due to illness.

He originally thought that Gu Jingzhao's group was no more than Shandan and his group of old, weak and sick people. Three hundred people were more than enough for a few dozen people, but he didn't expect that Gu Jingzhao and his group were like mad dogs, biting anyone they saw.

If they really had to go to the ancestral hall to see him and the priest, they would not have to be chopped alive by him to be sacrificed to heaven!

The priest was silent, looking at the continuous rain and fog outside. He didn't know when the heavy rain would stop, but everything was exactly as Gu Jingzhao predicted. The rain really fell seven hours later.

Since this kid can calculate the time of rain so accurately, he cannot allow such a person to exist in the world.

This person must be eliminated!

How could the patriarch know what the priest was thinking? He was worried about his own safety and continued to advise the priest:

"Master Priest, this Gu Jingzhao is like a mad dog now. When this mad dog goes crazy, it doesn't matter if it's a human or a god, it will bite whoever it catches. Let's withdraw from Xiaxi first, wait until the troops are reorganized, and then come back to annihilate this group of people.

Traitors, we won't be consumed by them here."

The priest thought for a moment, waved his hand, and ordered the remaining fifty militia soldiers to protect their retreat. The rest went out to support them, and they must block Gu Jingzhao's attack and never let them enter the ancestral hall.

When this ancestral hall was first built, there was a secret passage leading directly to the foot of Gaojing Mountain. Only the clan leader and the priest knew where the secret passage was. After they got down to the tunnel, they had the entrance sealed to prevent Gu Jingzhao from pursuing him.

The pouring rain showed no signs of stopping. Jing Zhao and the others became braver and braver as they fought, and in an instant they stormed into the ancestral hall.

But among them there were only a dozen or so trembling country soldiers who had already fought, but there were no clan leaders or priests.

Jing Zhao raised his dagger and placed it across the neck of a village soldier, "Where are the priests and clan chiefs?"

His voice was hoarse, and he was covered in blood like an evil ghost who had just crawled out of a blood cave. His rain-soaked hair stuck to his cheeks in strands, and the drops dripping down were not drops of water, but drops of blood!

"I, I don't know..." His eyes were full of fear, and he stepped back step by step until he reached the steps, sat down, and the weapon in his hand also dropped.

"Please, please let me go... I really don't know anything. I was captured. I did not volunteer to be a soldier. I still have a wife and children at home who need to be taken care of. Please...

..." He made a crying sound, hugging Jing Zhao's thigh and crying endlessly.

Jing Zhao took back his dagger indifferently and walked into the ancestral hall to look for it.

But at this moment, the man suddenly became greedy. The priest said that Gu Jingzhao's head was worth a hundred gold, a hundred stones of grain, and the official position of the head of Xiaxi Township!

Now, Gu Jingzhao was only half a step away from him, and he could chop off his head with a wave of his arm!

With thoughts in his mind, he suddenly picked up the dagger at his feet, shouted and stabbed Jing Zhao.

Instantly! Blood surged, and a severed hand holding a sword leaped twice in the air and fell to the ground hastily.

The soldier opened his eyes unwillingly, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. He slowly lowered his eyes, looked at the dagger inserted in his chest, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. In the end, his life was frozen forever.

This moment.

When Jing Zhao turned around, Aning had already stood up and pulled out the dagger, and the young man looked calm.

"Run away," he said.

"The ancestral hall does not have a back door." Jing Zhao said.

The only people the two of them are talking about at this moment is the priest and the clan leader.

Aning was more sensitive to the environment than anyone else. He knew from the moment he walked in that the clan leader and priest would have left.

"They came through the secret passage." came a familiar voice.

An Zhiping walked out of the ear room. He waved his hand and asked several people to tie up the rural soldiers.

He walked straight to Jing Zhao: "Gu Jingzhao, you are still alive now because I helped you, but I don't do it for free. I help you with conditions."

Jing Zhao glanced at An Nanhuai, who was standing next to him. He had a calm look on his face. He should have known about it for a long time.

Jing Zhao said: "What conditions?"

"I want you to save my dad." An Zhiping said: "The thunder and lightning that day killed my fifth uncle and scared my dad. He lost his soul. I want you to help me get his soul back. I know

You have the ability."

An Zhiping paused briefly and continued: "As long as you help me this time, I will continue to help you if you are in trouble in the future."

Jing Zhao said: "Anfeng doesn't like me and always wants to get rid of me first. I saved him and he wants to kill me again. What should I do?"

An Zhiping frowned, thinking about how to answer.

An Nanhuai suddenly walked up to the opposite side of Jing Zhao. He bowed to him first and said, "Mr. Gu, you have worried too much about this matter. After this battle, everyone in Xiaxi is now of one mind and heart with you. We will not betray you, let alone

I don't want to kill you.

The person Zhiping wants to ask you to save today is his father Anfeng, not the township chief Anfeng who was ordered by the great witch to take charge of Xiaxi. I hope you can help him for the sake of his loving heart."

Other villagers in the ancestral hall also responded: "Mr. Gu, please help the child."

Jing Zhao was silent, and then turned his eyes to An Ning, but An Ning was leaning on the railing, his eyes drifting far away, as if he was wandering in the sky.

Jing Zhao thought for a moment and nodded, "I'll go to your house tomorrow to have a look."
Chapter completed!