Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 283
Qiao Feng was walking alone on the road, his heart was in a mess.

An hour ago, he handed over the dog-beating stick that symbolized his identity as the leader of the Beggar Gang, and walked out of Xingzi Forest under the eyes of all the Beggar Gang disciples.

The sky was full of dark clouds, and it looked like a torrential rain was coming. After a short while, the bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground.

"I am a Khitan?" "How could I be a Khitan?" "But why do these people have no grievances with me, but why do they want to arrange me and frame me?"

At this moment, Qiao Feng felt that his life in the past thirty years was nothing but a dream.

If he is a Han Chinese, then the Japanese must wash away the grievances of today.But if he is a Khitan, what he has done in the past few decades has become a traitor, murdering his own people, and being unkind and unrighteous.

Several elders of the beggar gang turned against themselves, and Mrs. Ma said that Ma Dayuan's death was related to her.He also arranged a story about how he stole Wang Gangzhu's suicide note in a serious manner.The most important thing is that he also took out a portable folding fan that he lost not long ago as physical evidence.

This woman is obviously wronging herself, but why does she treat herself like this?Could it be that such a coincidence really exists in the world?

Qiao Feng thought he had a clear conscience, but he really couldn't figure out why Mrs. Ma would wrong him.Is it really as Confucius said, "Only women and villains are hard to raise?"

Wait!
Women and villains!
Like sparks bursting out in the darkness, he remembered that Murong Fu said to himself when he left Xingzilin: Be careful of women and villains!

He can understand being careful about villains, but why did Murong Fu bring a woman with him?

Qiao Feng's heart beat violently.

Could it be that Murong Fu knew about this a long time ago?

The more Qiao Feng thought about it, the more likely it was.Although he has not been dealing with Murong Fu for a short time, Murong Fu always gives him the feeling that he is holding a wisdom pearl.

When Murong Fu was in Xingzilin before, if Murong Fu wanted to make a move, with the manpower he had ambushed in advance, plus Su Xinghe and other experts, none of the beggar gang disciples gathered today would be able to get away, but he did Didn't do that.

Even Qiao Feng himself didn't know about the meeting in Xingzi Forest, but Murong Fu was able to arrange everything in advance without anyone noticing.

Ask Murong Fu, he will know the truth!

If it was someone else, Qiao Feng felt amused at his own thoughts, but if the other party was Murong Fu, Qiao Feng felt that everything was reasonable.

With calculations in his mind, Qiao Feng felt that the chaotic mist in front of him had a direction, and he couldn't help but quicken his steps.

The rain became heavier and heavier, like a boundless rain curtain, and Qiao Feng's vision couldn't help but blurred in the rain curtain.

He looked up at the sky, guessing that the rain would not stop for at least a while, so he couldn't help frowning.

"It seems that we still have to find a place to hide from the rain for a while!"

Qiao Feng thought about it, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

After walking for a mile or two, a dilapidated mill appeared in front of Qiao Feng. Although the house was dilapidated, it could barely shelter it from the wind and rain.

Qiao Feng pushed open the door and cupped his fists: "Under Qiao Feng, it's a passerby who wants to take shelter from the rain."

Called three times in a row, but no one responded.

Seeing that there was no one here, Qiao Feng was not a pedantic person, so he pushed open the door and strode in.

The house was dilapidated, and there were spider webs in many places. It seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time.

Fortunately, there is a small earthen stove and a large pile of dry firewood in the house, just enough to make a fire and dry clothes.

The flint and steel he carried had long been useless, but it was nothing to Qiao Feng. He directly rubbed two pieces of dry firewood a few times, and lit the fire.

Deserted village, dilapidated house, rainy night, alone.

It rained heavily outside the house, and it continued to rain for several hours without any intention of stopping.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

The firelight reflected Qiao Feng's tough face like a lion, and his thoughts fluctuated with the beating of the firelight.

Scenes from the past flashed through his mind one after another like a revolving lantern, and then dissipated like light smoke.

He wanted to reach out and grab them, but there was no way to catch them.

The 30 years of my life turned out to be a big dream arranged by others, but now, this dream bubble has been ruthlessly punctured.

Is there anything crueler than this in the world?
He felt a sense of fear for no reason. The cold wind blew in, shaking the firewood for a while, and the darkness seemed to be full of ghosts, and the cold air was overwhelming.

This fear is not a fear of a particular thing.With Qiao Feng's courage, even if there are ghosts in this world, he still dares to make gestures with them.

His intuition told him that he had been caught in a huge conspiracy, and the mastermind behind the scenes might be watching all this quietly at this moment.

And he, the beast trapped in the cage, has sharp claws, but he doesn't know who his opponent is, and he has nowhere to use his sharp fangs.

He fiddled with the fire with a piece of wood, trying to use the light of the fire to dispel the gloom.

Suddenly, he stopped.

There was a trace of strange sound mixed with the sound of Xi Liyu, although it was very subtle, his ears could hear the sound of the bow string being pulled clearly even a hundred steps away, so how could he not catch this slight change?
Something stepped on a dead branch.

With such a heavy rain, even wild animals would not come out to look for food, and even though such a place was desolate, it was absolutely impossible for wild beasts like jackals to appear.

Someone is coming towards this hut, and there are quite a few of them!

who is it?

Could it be that the members of the beggar gang are not forgiving, and they want to drive themselves to death?

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng felt sad.

Qiao Feng's reaction was quick, he extinguished the fire with a palm wind in an instant, and then he leaped like a civet to the beam of the house and hid.

Then he couldn't help laughing: I was also confused, if I was really a member of the beggar gang, how could I have followed me all the way and I, the former leader of the beggar gang, didn't find out?

He jumped down from the beam and landed softly without making any sound.

Qiao Feng gently pushed open the dilapidated door, a gust of wind mixed with heavy rain came, Qiao Feng unconsciously closed his eyes.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and there was a shrill cry for help in the wind: "Help!"

Qiao Feng rolled his eyes, and found a black spot that was getting bigger and bigger on the vast road outside the forest, and someone chased him in this direction.

Although the two sides were far apart, with Qiao Feng's eyesight, it was not difficult to see that a group of men were chasing a woman who was running away.

After chasing and fleeing, the two sides were heading in their own direction and were about to enter the forest.

(End of this chapter)