However, at this moment, she heard helpless crying from outside the door-
"Mom! Don't carry my mother away!"
Gu Nuoer immediately stood up and said, "Brother Qi, have you heard it? That seems to be Xiaoyuan's voice!"
Xiaoyuan is Aunt Yu’s son.
Kongjue's face flashed with an unbearable sadness.
"Nuoer, don't go out here. I'll go and help Xiaoyuan take care of the funeral."
"What's the funeral?" Gu Nuoer asked hurriedly.
Aunt Yu is not infected with the disease, the little guy has seen it.
How could something happen!
Kongjue sighed and said, "After you leave, I will help the villagers move those sick and unconscious people into the yard.
Unexpectedly, the officers and soldiers suddenly rose up to resist again. When they were about to capture Xiaoyuan, Aunt Yu went up to protect her, but her head was broken by them.
Fortunately, Lord Guan from the court brought the soldiers in time and captured the group of officers and soldiers who did not obey the orders. But when I rushed back, Aunt Yu was already...Noer! Don't go!"
The little guy didn't finish listening to the words, and immediately rushed out with his feet.
In the dark rain curtain, the three-year-old Xiaoyuan cried very sadly.
He ran all the way and knelt down, following the stretcher carrying the soldiers, covered with white linen.
"Mom--!" He was heartbroken.
Gu Nuoer ran over and said, "Stop!"
The soldiers were stunned, turned their heads and looked at the little girl with ice sculptures.
Could it be that she is also from Ning'an Village?
When Xiaoyuan saw Gu Nuoer, she immediately ran to her and cried very helplessly: "Sister, sister, they beat my mother to death, woo woo."
"Impossible, let me see!"
The little guy forced himself to calm down, and his little hand lifted the white cloth directly.
The soldiers wanted to stop it but there was no time: "Oh--! No!"
Under the white cloth was Aunt Yu’s pale face and a bloody hole on her forehead.
The blood had dried around the wound and solidified into a dark purple color.
Gu Nuoer quickly stretched out her little hand and gently touched her pulse.
Her little face was originally serious, but suddenly turned into a happy joy.
"It's rescued! There's still a breath!"
Aunt Yu still has a pulse. As long as she is still alive, Gu Nuoer can save her!
She can do it and dare to compete with the underworld!
She raised her head and waved her little hands in the rain: "Come in the house quickly, I want to save her!"
The soldiers looked at each other and felt quite embarrassed.
"Kid, stop making trouble, this..."
"Hurry up!" Gu Nuoer urged in a stern voice.
The little face is full of majesty and cannot be argued with.
The soldiers sighed, thinking of the officials and the officials of Yongye, who had both told them to be respectful to the people in these villages.
So they had to do what they did and carried Aunt Yu back into the house.
Kongjue hurriedly followed.
Gu Nuoer asked him to use a clean veil to wipe the wound on Aunt Yu's forehead little by little.
While wiping the blood, her spiritual power was slowly injecting into Aunt Yu's body.
After a while, Gu Nuoer said, "Brother Seven, bring a bowl of water to drink for your aunt."
After Kongjue fed some water in, Aunt Yu suddenly coughed lightly.
Then slowly opened a gap in his eyes.
"Mom! Woo woo." Xiaoyuan rushed to her side.
Aunt Yu stretched out her hand tiredly and touched his head.
"Don't cry, mom is fine."
She seemed to have a sleep.
In my dream, I seemed to see a ghost messenger seducing my soul.
But there was a crisp and decisive voice shouting loudly: "Don't take her away!"