However, at this moment, she heard helpless wailing from outside the door——
"Mother! Don't carry my mother away!"
Gu Nuoer immediately stood up and said, "Brother Qi, did you hear that? That sounds like Xiaoyuan's voice!"
Xiao Yuan is Aunt Yu’s son.
A trace of unbearable sadness flashed across Kongjue's face.
"Nuo'er, you sit here and don't go out. I'm going to help Xiao Yuan take care of the funeral."
"What's going on?!" Gu Nuoer asked hurriedly.
Aunt Yu is not infected, and the little guy has seen it.
How could something happen?
Kongjue sighed and said: "After you leave, I will help the villagers move the sick and unconscious people into the yard.
Unexpectedly, the officers and soldiers suddenly rose up to resist again. When they were about to arrest Xiaoyuan, Aunt Yu went up to protect her, but they broke her head.
Fortunately, the officials and soldiers from the imperial court came in time and caught these officers and soldiers who did not obey the holy orders. But when I rushed back, Aunt Yu was already... Nuo'er! Don't go!"
The little guy didn't even finish hearing what he said and immediately rushed out on his little feet.
In the misty rain, three-year-old Xiao Yuan cried very sadly.
He ran and knelt all the way, following the stretcher covered with white linen that was carried by the soldiers.
"Mother——!" He was heartbroken.
Gu Nuoer ran over: "Stop!"
The soldiers were stunned, turned their heads, and looked at the little girl carved from ice.
Could it be that she is also from Ning'an Village?
When Xiao Yuan saw Gu Nuo'er, she immediately ran to her and cried extremely helplessly: "Sister, sister, they beat my mother to death, wuwu."
"Impossible, let me see!"
The little guy forced himself to calm down and lifted up the white cloth with his little hands.
The soldiers wanted to stop it but were too late: "Oh——! No!"
Under the white cloth was Aunt Yu's pale face, with 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, which was originally serious, suddenly turned into a look of joy and joy.
"Help! Still breathing!"
Aunt Yu still has a pulse. As long as she is still alive, Gu Nuoer can save her!
She can and dares to steal people from the underworld!
She raised her head and waved her little hands in the rain: "Hurry and carry her to the house, I want to save her!"
The soldiers looked at each other, quite embarrassed.
"Kids, stop making trouble, this..."
"Hurry up!" Gu Nuoer urged in a solemn voice.
The little face carries a majestic look that cannot be criticized.
The soldiers sighed, thinking that Zhang Yushi and Yong Yehou had both told them to treat the people in these villages with respect.
So they had no choice but to carry Aunt Yu back into the house.
Kongjue quickly followed.
Gu Nuoer asked him to bring a clean handkerchief and wipe the wounds on Aunt Yu's forehead bit by bit.
While wiping away the blood, her spiritual power was slowly being injected into Aunt Yu's body.
After a while, Gu Nuoer said: "Seventh brother, bring a bowl of water for Auntie to drink."
After Kongjue fed some water, Aunt Yu suddenly coughed lightly.
Then he slowly opened his eyes.
"Mom! Woohoo." Xiao Yuan rushed to her side.
Aunt Yu stretched out her hand tiredly and touched his head.
"Don't cry, mother is fine."
She seemed to have taken a nap.
In the dream, I seemed to see a ghost seducing my soul.
But a clear and decisive voice shouted: "Don't take her away!"