Chapter 16

Ah Jiu was scared, but the torch in the distance was looming in the woods, and it took less than a stick of incense to get here:
"The refugees are coming, do you want to die or me?" Ah Jiu's voice trembled, but she still managed to maintain her composure.

As soon as these words came out, housekeeper Hong's pupils were bloodshot, and when he looked back, he could see the flickering torches in the forest no matter how blind he was.

When he looked back at Ah Jiu, he seemed to have made a difficult decision: "If I hadn't come to Xinghua Village to take you back to see the master, how could I be chased by the refugees and end up in this field? You have to want it today. I have to."

Steward Hong rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.

"Father, mother!" Ah Jiu turned around and ran away, not daring to call her parents loudly, for fear of directly recruiting the refugees.

At that time, none of their big family can even think about surviving.

Who knew that one who didn't pay attention tripped over a tree root and fell, and his face was covered with dust.

The calf, which was like firewood, was grabbed by Butler Hong and dragged back.

Ah Jiu clung to the root of the tree tenaciously and did not let go.

Steward Hong glanced back fearfully, whether he lived or died depends on what happened:

"My master, you don't want to drink spicy food, you are such a cheap brat."

Housekeeper Hong suppressed his voice and roared angrily. Naturally, he was also afraid of attracting the militiamen.

"An ignorant yellow-mouthed child, dare to disturb the deity's Qingxiu, and live impatiently."

Ah Jiu seems to have heard Grandma's voice, but isn't she in a coma?
Turning his head hard to look at the hole, his pupils suddenly shrank.

It's over, it's really her grandma, she will help Steward Hong tie herself up.

"Grandma, you can't betray me. If daddy finds out, he will definitely ask you for an explanation."

Ah Jiu's palm-sized face was full of fear, completely covering her immature eyes.

Seeing Grandma limping forward, as if shrouded in death, Ah Jiu gritted her teeth and kicked and tied her hands desperately.

Unexpectedly, Wang slapped Steward Hong on the back of his vest.

Steward Hong let go of his hand, and turned to meet Wang.

Wang looked at his hands differently, then looked at Steward Hong who was intact, and scratched his head subconsciously: "This is impossible, the old man has practiced this bone-crushing palm for hundreds of years."

He muttered to himself before saying to Steward Hong: "You should die right now when you fall to the ground bleeding from your seven orifices."

That appearance was clearly seen by Ah Jiu who was getting up on the steel. What nonsense is she talking about, Grandma?
"Mr. Wang, you old bastard, you actually turned your back on what you said." Butler Hong was furious when he saw this.

This old bastard took the money, shouldn't he give this cheap girl to him obediently right now?

How dare you beat him?

Ah Jiu hasn't recovered yet, grandma just hit Butler Hong?

Seeing that Steward Hong kicked Wang's stomach in a panic, this kick would kill half of an ordinary person, not to mention that Wang was over fifty years old.

"Uh." With a muffled groan, Mrs. Wang was kicked like a bastard rolling downhill, lying on the ground sprawled on the ground, yelling:

"Immortal Venerable, the disciple has ended up in such a field..."

Ah Jiu gasped in fright, did he have a ghost or something?

Steward Hong turned his head abruptly, and Ah Jiu regained his sanity in a clever way, picked up a wooden stick and smashed it head-on without thinking.

Unexpectedly, such a frail body made Steward Hong freeze on the spot at the time, without a second blow, Steward Hong rolled his eyes and fell straight down.

"what happened?"

After such a toss, Nan Xing and Cai Lihua ran out one after another.

"What's the matter? Did the exiles come after you?" Nan Xing was in his prime, and if he was a militia, he would be the first choice to be arrested and join the army.

Ah Jiu seldom talks to this elder brother, it's not that he doesn't talk, it's because this elder brother never talks to her.

Ah Jiu didn't care, and hurried forward to touch Wang's forehead: "Grandma, are you okay?"

Only then did she see clearly that Grandma wanted to help her. She remembered hearing from the older generation that this kind of evil disease was usually accompanied by a high fever.

(End of this chapter)

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