It was a dilapidated bamboo building, two men were standing at the door, one of whom was holding a trumpet in his hand.

Seeing Xu Yuanfang and He Lingyu running towards them, the two men immediately picked up the bamboo pole at the door and met them.

Xu Yuanfang could see at a glance that the bamboo pole in their hands was sharpened.

"Be careful, don't let the bamboo pole touch it!" Subconsciously, Xu Yuanfang spoke English.

He Lingyu immediately realized that the people in these villages probably didn't understand English.

She said to Xu Yuanfang: "You must rush into the bamboo building!"

Although Xu Yuanfang didn't understand why He Lingyu had to enter the bamboo building under such a dangerous situation, he had no time to think about it at this time. The mountain people behind him had already caught up with him. He couldn't turn around and could only break through.

A man was shouting in his mouth for no reason, and the bamboo pole in his hand stabbed towards He Lingyu.

The end of the bamboo pole has been sharpened. If it cannot be avoided, it will immediately make people feel cold.

He Lingyu greeted this man's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart. He was really a high mountain and far away emperor, so he was not afraid of killing people to pay his life.

She shouted to Xu Yuanfang: "You can do your support."

Just as the tip of the bamboo pole pierced into the chest, He Lingyu grabbed the top of the bamboo pole, and with the man's strength, he grabbed the bamboo pole and turned his wrist and flew up his body. The bamboo pole was different from a wooden stick. It had extremely toughness and elasticity. As He Lingyu flew up his body, the bamboo pole bounced away. Before the man holding the bamboo pole could react, He Lingyu turned around in the air, stepped on the man's shoulder, and slapped his toes, and then slid over his shoulder. Then he fell to the head of another man who was following him, like a swallow slitting water, stepping on the man's head, and jumped to the front of the bamboo building with one step.

When the two of them understood, He Lingyu had already broken into the bamboo building.

Xu Yuanfang sighed in his heart. He did not have the light and agile body movements as He Lingyu flew in, but he could only hit him with his fist.

But the next moment, he knew that he was wrong.

The two men's faces changed when they saw He Lingyu rushing into the bamboo building. They ignored Xu Yuanfang. One of them shouted something to the mountaineering people behind and chased them with another man. Seeing this, the mountaineering people behind rushed towards the bamboo building. They came in full force and almost knocked Xu Yuanfang down.

Only then did Xu Yuanfang realize that He Lingyu wanted to attract all his attention to him.

Xu Yuanfang really didn't expect that He Lingyu would do this at the critical moment.

He remembered the last sentence He Lingyu shouted, by the way, she asked him to respond.

Seeing the mountain people flocking to the bamboo building, no one paid attention to him, Xu Yuanfang did not hesitate and hid in the grass half a man high.

He Lingyu always entered the bamboo building and ran up the stairs directly. The old stairs made a creaking sound, as if they were about to break in the next moment.

He Lingyu ran up the bamboo building and saw a little boy, who was four or five years old, naked and not wearing clothes, dark skin, and small, as if he was a local.

Seeing He Lingyu who suddenly broke in, the child was stunned and turned around and ran towards the inner room. He Lingyu was stunned. The silver bell on his wrist suddenly rang, jingling, and the sound was soft and pleasant.

Through the open window, He Lingyu looked down and saw that the two men had already rushed in with the mountain villagers and were about to go upstairs.

He Lingyu didn't have time to look at the room where the little boy ran into.

The door was closed tightly, and He Lingyu pushed it out, pushing out a crack of about an inch of the door. He couldn't push it anymore, as if he was blocking it with a heavy object inside.

The bells were still ringing, like two naughty little kids.

He Lingyu took two steps back, then kicked it violently, and with a bang, the door was kicked open by her. Behind the door was a large pottery jar more than one meter high, like the kind of wine jar used by people from the mountains to make wine.

After He Lingyu kicked the door open, the tank just moved out to the back and was not kicked down. It can be seen that there must be something inside, and this is not an empty tank.

The room was not big, but there were more than a dozen such large tanks, arranged neatly by the wall like a private, but this one was just used to block the door.

Apart from that, there was nothing in the room, and even the little boy who had just run in didn't know where to go.

There is only this door in the room, and the window is half-closed. Could it be that the child jumped out of the window and ran away?

No, the child was clearly having problems. From the moment she saw the child, her bell rang, and until she entered the room, the bell never stopped.

It's still ringing now.

The child is in this room.

He Lingyu's eyes fell on the large tank that blocked the door again. She threw her hand and lifted the lid of the tank. As expected, the child was in the large tank and was staring at He Lingyu with his big eyes.

This is the first time that He Lingyu has seen such a look in the eyes of a child. She is fierce and vicious, and seems to have a deep hatred for her. But in fact, this is the first time they have met.

He Lingyu sneered, picked up the soul-stinging needle and stabbed it at the child's eyebrows.

The child obviously didn't expect He Lingyu to stab him. He was startled and screamed strangely. His little mouth suddenly opened and stopped talking.

He Lingyu secretly called out that he was not good. As soon as he put on the mask that was pulled to his chin, corpse smoke came out of the child's mouth.

He Lingyu was glad that the emperor had smog, and was glad that she bought a mask after she arrived in the imperial capital, which was still to prevent smog. Otherwise, she would have to imitate Xu Yuanfang to put her head out the window.

The child did not expect that He Lingyu did not fall down. He blinked and saw the mask He Lingyu had just worn.

This thing must have blocked the corpse smoke. He stretched out his thin and dark hand to grab He Lingyu's mask.

At this moment, the mask is a treasure, and He Lingyu would not let him catch it if he beat him to death.

He Lingyu was distracted by the child's corpse smoke just now, but the hand holding the soul-stinging needle did not prick it. Now she realized that the soul-stinging needle punctured the child's eyebrows again.

The child let out another strange cry, and the cylinder head that He Lingyu lifted to the side suddenly flew up, flew above the large cylinder, and covered it heavily.

He Lingyu was caught off guard and was hit by the cylinder head. She flashed and the soul-stinging needle in her hand lost its correctness. The cylinder head was only about two inches away from the large cylinder.

He Lingyu was worried that once the tank head was covered, it would be difficult to open it again.

She slapped her with her palm. She was slapped at the edge of the cylinder head, and the clay-burned tank head was slapped by her. At the same time, the child in the cylinder jumped out desperately, screaming strangely, and she didn't know what he was calling.

The bell on He Lingyu's wrist rang even more rapidly, as if telling her something.

He Lingyu's eyes followed the child, and then, she saw the rows of large jars placed by the wall, and suddenly they were shaking.
Chapter completed!