Chapter 10 The Law of the Jungle The Strong Prey on the Weak
Ke Yue and Jin Mei followed Cang Qiong, talking and laughing all the way. Soon they arrived at Cang Qiong's family tent. There was no one in the tent, and her parents and brother Dorje had not returned home yet.
As soon as Ke Yue entered the tent, she felt as if she had entered Kelsan Lhamo's home. The smell, environment, furnishings and utensils were all so similar and familiar. She couldn't help but feel emotional at the sight, and she was concerned about Kelsan Lhamo's safety...
On the morning when Kelsang Lhamo disappeared, after his uncle Mingyu, Ke Yue and Jin Mei left the tent one after another, Kelsang Lhamo took care of the unconscious boy while worrying about the safety of his parents, brother and sister. Thinking about it.
I can't help but burst into tears...
Suddenly, a clear sound of bells mixed with the sound of horse hooves and the barking of the snow mastiff interrupted her thoughts. She walked out of the tent and saw a strange "caravan" passing in front of the tent door. The horse of the leader of the caravan "Guotou"
There is a black pennant on the back, embroidered with an ancient ferocious beast, which is very eye-catching.
She took a long breath, turned around and walked into the tent three or five steps when she suddenly felt a black shadow flash behind her, and Gesang Lhamo fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.
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Mingyu anxiously wandered not far from the caravan camp, thinking about the situation of Ke Yue and Jin Mei, hoping that they could be found.
I regretted why I didn't signal to them at that time. It would also make it easier for them to search.
After the white-bearded old man and the boy entered the camping site, they mysteriously disappeared and were never seen again.
Mingyu saw the door of the black tent No. 5, guarded by two young men with swords standing on the left and right. He could not see what was going on inside the tent.
At noon, the caravan cook brought in a large barrel of rice.
Mingyu thought to himself: "Maybe there is some important person living in tent No. 5?"
While Mingyu waited anxiously, the sky and the earth turned into silver gray, and the sunset on the grassland slowly faded.
In the clear moon breeze, the melody of the bone flute and the horned beard floated faintly in the air, hoarse and melodious.
Smoke is curling up on the grassland, and the joy of the festival has temporarily come to an end, waiting for the carnival of the bonfire party.
The boy Dorje returned home humming a song with the joy of victory.
The boy Dorje is the reincarnation of the prince of the immortal world. He is talented and intelligent, has great abilities, has handsome bones, and is a prodigy in martial arts. He has studied the ancient sacred book "A Wonder of the World" since he was a child, and has read many classics from various schools.
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Stars hung in the night, and a little yellowish light came from the tents in the caravan camp. There were a few butter lamps outside, dancing with the wind, flickering on and off, making it look even more eerie and mysterious.
At dusk, when the patrolling warriors were changing, Mingyu took the opportunity to sneak into the camp and lurk in the stables, waiting for the opportunity.
The stable is only a few feet away from Tent No. 5. It is the most secluded and safe hiding place Mingyu has ever seen.
Quiet, very quiet, the campsite is still mysteriously quiet, just like the moment of tranquility before the storm.
Mingyu could hear the gentle snorting of the pack horses in the stable.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the hot breath exhaled from the horse's nostrils quickly condenses into mist in the air.
Uncle Mingyu deduced that it should be midnight at night, "Act! There is no time to delay." Mingyu thought in his mind and jumped out of the stable with a sway.
Mingyu bowed and cat-walked to the back of Tent No. 5, took out the dagger from his waist, and slowly tore a small opening in Tent No. 5, and looked inside through the yellowing lanterns inside——
There were eight or nine people lying on the tent carpet in an orderly manner, no, eight or nine girls and girls... three of them had their hands tied behind their backs. The profile of a girl looked very familiar. After taking a closer look, my heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
Found a familiar face - Gesang Lhamo.
Mingyu hurriedly picked up a pebble from the ground, flicking his wrist, and the pebble hit Gesang Lhamo with a soft "whoosh" sound.
At this moment, Gesang Lhamo was meditating and thinking about various ways to escape...
She looked in the direction where the pebbles were flying, and through the dim light, she could vaguely make out Mingyu's appearance.
In surprise, Gesang Lhamo couldn't help but sit up suddenly.
The warrior at the door heard the sound, raised his head through the curtain and scolded, then shrank back.
Just as Mingyu was preparing to go around to the front door to get rid of the guards and save Gesanglam first.
Suddenly, the sharp whistle of a "cloud-penetrating arrow" pierced the night sky, and in front of the campsite door there were noisy people and bright lights.
Mingyu followed the sound and saw a dozen masked men in black on horseback holding weapons and breaking into the caravan's camp.
"You bandits, under the guise of a caravan, are actually engaged in the business of selling children. You won't be able to catch them without any help."
The masked man with the head in black has an imposing manner, a powerful voice, and great skills.
"Listening to this person's voice, he should be an official from the government. Why not take the opportunity to help him." Mingyu couldn't help but feel surprised.
But when he saw the mountain bandit leader, he was unhurried and showed no fear on his face. He cupped his fists and saluted and said, "The 'Redemption of the World Dharma Sect' and I have always been in harmony with each other. What's going on with Master Qingxu Dharma tonight?"
Did you say this?"
After finishing speaking, he pushed the white-bearded old man and boy tied up behind him in front of him.
The face of the old man with the white beard was pale, his gray beard was trembling, and his whole body was shivering like chaff. A pair of eyes sunk deeply into the eye sockets, staring straight at the masked man in black.
The little boy looked fearless and shouted at the bandit leader: "If you hurt my master, I will take your life!"
Hearing this, the bandit leader couldn't help laughing. He then said: "Although this man is old, he is not familiar with the rules of the world, the ways of the world, and the power of dogs. You can take him back and discipline him more in the future!".
Hearing the words, the masked man in black with a human head trembled slightly and did not speak again. Instead, he raised his right hand and waved forward, and three words came out of his mouth: Kill - no - pardon!
The noisy quarrel that had just begun turned into an absolute unilateral massacre by masked men in black with disparity in power, and the cries of mourning from the thieves in the camp were heard one after another.
The masked man avoided the fighting and melee, but went straight to the tent. He raised his sword and dropped it, tearing a big hole in the tent in an instant.
The masked man stretched out his head to take a look, and then rushed to the adjacent tent. Two strong men holding crescent scimitars rushed out of the tent. Swinging the swords could be fatal.
But when I saw the masked man with his door wide open and no defense, he used offense as defense in a "bloody killing" style.
The two strong men died violently immediately, bleeding profusely.
"The only martial arts in the world that is fast is unbreakable." Fighting is fast, as fast as lightning; fighting is courage and courage.
When the masked man ran to the third tent, Uncle Mingyu seemed to understand that he must be looking for someone.
Mingyu's thoughts raced rapidly - he was looking for a boy with the "Three Ring Star Array" logo on his arm, one of the eight guardians of reincarnation in the devil world.
Mingyu's heart was shaken, and he rushed into tent No. 5 like a thunderbolt, and cut off the ropes that bound Gesang Lhamo with a knife.
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The massacre is coming to an end, and the masked men in black clothes of the "Sect of Redemption of the World" are cruel and ruthless, demanding lives with their swords.
Mingyu noticed that the black warriors were merciful to the women and children in the camp, and they were safe and sound.
The girls who were kidnapped and imprisoned in the tent also took advantage of the chaos and ran out of the camp.
Gesanglam tightly pulled Mingyu's back collar and followed closely behind.
"Where is the boy?" Mingyu asked urgently.
Gesang Lhamo told him that the boy was kidnapped together with her. Later, the thieves planned to make a deal, so the men and women lived in separate camps. She never saw the boy again. But... Gesang Lhamo added: In the separate camp
By then, the boy seemed to have come to his senses.
The masked headman in black seemed to have failed to find the boy, and was questioning the leader of the thieves about the whereabouts of the abducted boy.
Although the thief was covered in blood, he was still twisting his tied body, struggling desperately, and yelling curses... A man in black with a head and a knife killed him.
Mingyu was thinking about what to do next, when the sharp whistle of "Cloud Piercer", one long and two short, sounded again in the night sky, and the masked man in black disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Everything suddenly quieted down, the terrifying screams and cries, the brutal and bloody massacre... seemed to disappear into the dark night.
The night in the grassland returned to peace and silence again, so quiet that it felt like nothing had happened... Gesanglam looked at Mingyu, but he looked like he was about to cry.