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Chapter 168 Refugee Group

Before Su Daoshan could refuse, Song Xier launched her attack.

"Be careful." The girl moved her body and flicked her right hand. The red hairband that tied her ponytail fell down and automatically wrapped around her wrist. Her figure also changed from a cool white dress to a fiery red, and she was in front of Su Daoshan in an instant.

Su Daoshan's pupils suddenly dilated.

The girl in sight has a petite figure, a rosy face, and a smile on her lips. Her expression is three parts playful and seven parts excited.

Just like a cat seeing a mouse!

"This woman is taking the opportunity to take revenge on me for telling Uncle Xie about the secret realm of Wanchang City..." Just as this thought flashed through Su Daoshan's mind, he dodged and Song Xier's figure disappeared from his sight. The next second, he felt a pain in his back. A wound had been cut on his right shoulder blade by the dagger.

"This is..." Su Daoshan couldn't help but be shocked.

The body movements and martial arts displayed by Song Xier at this moment were completely different from the "Fan Caiyi" he knew. She was full of evil spirit. After just a glance, she strangely circled behind him and hit him with a knife.

Su Daoshan believed that if he was her real enemy, he would have been dead in just this one blow!
"What?" Song Xier's lazy and playful voice moved left and right as Su Daoshan dodged, but her figure was always out of Su Daoshan's sight, just like a gust of cold wind in the cold night, "Junior brother, you have forgotten that Senior Sister has another identity..."

"This is a magic technique. Yes, this woman is a disciple of Jixing Sect, one of the three major magic sects. In terms of sect status, Jixing Sect is far above Hangu." Su Daoshan gritted his teeth, identified the direction, launched the Eighteen Crazy Hammers, and punched out with his backhand.

Boom. Song Xier's figure was smashed out of the darkness by Su Daoshan's punch.

"Tsk tsk," Song Xier dodged Su Daoshan's fist with a flash, and disappeared like ink blending into the night, leaving only a giggle, "The insight of scholars is really amazing, they can even see through my Night Evil Art."

Su Daoshan's face was full of black lines.

As soon as this woman shed Fan Caiyi's cold outer shell and resumed her true form as a demon witch, she became a completely different person. Especially when she started to fight, her temper was like wildfire, seductive and dangerous.

In the quiet open space of the ancient temple, two figures were chasing each other like fallen leaves in the wind.

Su Daoshan was forced to break out in a cold sweat, and wounds appeared one after another on his body from time to time. In just a quarter of an hour, he was already covered with scars. Fortunately, although these wounds were bleeding, they were not considered injuries for a warrior. As long as the internal Qi was forced, the wounds would close naturally, and with the warrior's vigorous Qi and blood circulation, they would heal quickly, without even the need for medicine.

Of course, the effect of cultivation is also immediate.

With someone attacking him from the side, Su Daoshan only needed to concentrate on practicing the Ice Armor Technique. Moreover, this person was Song Xier, whose understanding of the Hangu Technique was far beyond that of ordinary people. Each of her moves stabbed at the most uncomfortable, but also the most critical, place. Under such circumstances, the improvement speed was more than ten times faster.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Su Daoshan was like dancing on the edge of a knife. Facing Song Xier's tricky and fierce attack, he had already squeezed out all his strength unconsciously. Until a certain moment, he suddenly felt his whole body relax.

Although Song Xier's attack strength did not decrease, Su Daoshan found that his pressure suddenly decreased a lot. It was getting easier and easier to deal with it, not to say that he was at ease.

As if she had sensed Su Daoshan's change, Song Xier stopped after stabbing Su Daoshan in the chest again.

"Xiaocheng?" Song Xier stared at the place where she had placed the knife with complicated eyes.

Now, Su Daoshan's ice armor has covered half of his body or a single arm or leg, and its strength has been greatly improved. If Song Xier's knife was used on an ordinary warrior, it would have pierced through his heart. But on Su Daoshan, it only pierced his skin and left a red mark. It was as if he was wearing a layer of invisible armor.

"Well, it's a small success." Su Daoshan was naturally more aware of his own changes. He looked down at his chest and nodded happily.

"Then let's practice here. You can take a rest. We have to travel soon." Song Xier put on a red hairband and returned to her appearance as Fan Caiyi. She shook her head indifferently, turned around and walked towards the main hall.

But when she turned around, the corners of the girl's eyes couldn't help but twitch. Her slender hands clenched into fists silently. Even if she saw it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe that it had only been more than an hour since Su Daoshan comprehended the Ice Armor Technique...

Is this guy a monster?
Just as Song Xier stepped onto the steps of the ancient temple gate, her ears suddenly pricked up. Turning her head, she saw Su Daoshan, who was getting dressed, also looked startled, listening to something with his ears tilted.

The next second, the two of them flew towards the south of Baokan at the same time.

When the two men carefully hid their bodies behind a big banyan tree beside the fortress, they looked down and saw a group of refugees who had broken into the farm below without knowing when.

The team had about a hundred people, including men, women, young and old. They traveled late at night, lighting more than 20 torches and dragging three large carts, like a fire dragon.

After entering the farm, some people quickly dispersed and investigated privately, then chose the largest house in the farm and stopped in the open space in front of the main building. There was a chaotic and busy scene with people shouting and horses neighing. "Quick, close the door, find something to block it, the roof, the wall, go up and guard it." A middle-aged strong man shouted loudly, and the fierce voice was heard far away in the silent night.

The man was in his forties, with a burly build and messy long hair. He held a saber that was at least 1.5 meters long in his hand and wore the only set of armor among the refugees.

This set of armor was obviously pieced together. Not only were the levels and styles of the breastplate, shoulder armor, and leg armor obviously different, but the state of oldness was also very different. Especially the breastplate, which looked tattered and rusty, and was obviously a relic from the old era that was dug out from some abandoned ancient city.

However, Su Daoshan and Song Xier knew that in this era, supplies were scarce, and weapons and armor were even more scarce. Even Su Daoshan, as a militia captain, could only wear armor when on patrol duty. When he changed shifts, he had to return the armor to the patrol station and was not allowed to use it privately. It can be seen that it was not easy for a refugee in the wild to own such a set.

Following the big man's roar, more than 30 men holding various weapons scattered in all directions. Some ran back and forth quickly to explore the surroundings. Some shouted and moved things to block the door. Some others jumped onto the walls and roofs and began patrolling and guarding.

"The one in armor should be the leader of this refugee group," Song Xier knew that Su Daoshan grew up in the city and had little experience, so she explained in a low voice, "These patrolling guards are the blood sticks in the group. There are nearly 40 people, and their strength is not weak."

Su Daoshan nodded and looked at the rest of the people curiously.

The remaining people, about eighty in number, were also visibly divided into two groups. One group consisted of about sixty people, who, judging from their actions, were ordinary people with little combat power. Although it was already winter, most of them were only wearing thin clothes. The better-off ones had a tattered sheepskin coat, while the worse-off ones were even naked.

Following the leader's order, these people also started to move. Some were unloading items from the car, some were chopping trees and collecting firewood, and some were helping to move things to block the door. It was obvious that they all had division of labor on weekdays and were used to doing this.

As for the last dozen people, they were tied together with ropes. There were old and young people, and they were dressed differently. Some were naked, skinny, and covered with scars, while others were healthy and even plump in cotton robes or even brocade coats.

Without exception, these people were driven into a corner when they arrived, huddled together like a group of frightened lambs. One of the old men in a brocade jacket was whipped for being slow.

Su Daoshan observed silently and knew in his heart that this was a typical group of refugees.

The refugee group is usually divided into four levels. The top leader is like the wolf king in a wolf pack, who has absolute control over the refugee group and can decide life and death. No one dares to resist him.

Below the leader is the blood stick, who is the thug in the team.

These people had different origins. Some were vicious bandits, some were fugitives who had committed crimes, some were escorts who were forced to leave the city system for various reasons, and some were simply traitors from the righteous sects.

The name of the bloody stick comes from the tradition of punishing others with iron-covered sticks in the refugee group. Over the years, countless refugees who broke the rules died under this blood-stained stick.

The next two classes are ordinary refugees and human sheep.

There is nothing much to say about ordinary refugees. Most of the refugee camps outside Yishan City are like this. The lucky ones can sell themselves to enter the city, but the unlucky ones can only survive in the wild on animal meat and plants full of poison. If the luck is even worse, they will simply be buried in the claws of crazy puppets and strange beasts.

Therefore, most refugees would join refugee groups and earn a living by selling their labor, looks, information or other valuable things. At least in the refugee camps, they could get some food, which could greatly reduce the proportion of food containing poison and allow people to live a few more years.

But that's all.

As far as Su Daoshan could see, some of the refugees in this group had skin ulcers and deformed joints. This was caused by the accumulation of poison in their bodies over the years.

As for the human-sheep... Su Daoshan's gaze fell on the dozen or so people in the corner.

The sheep were the lowest class in the refugee group, and their status was even lower than that of livestock. They were either hostages taken from the robbery and used to extort ransom, or used when there was not enough food... Just thinking about it, Su Daoshan's face turned pale.

As a time traveler, there are some things that he can never accept even if he dies.

However, what made Su Daoshan curious was that among these sheep, several were obviously "fresh goods", as if they had just been caught not long ago.

Su Daoshan was thinking about it when he heard Song Xier say, "It looks like these refugees were chased here by someone."

"Yeah." Su Daoshan nodded in agreement.

As soon as these people arrived, they hurriedly blocked the door and arranged defenses, looking as if they were facing a great enemy. This was definitely not the behavior of a normal team.

As soon as the two finished speaking, they heard the sound of horse hooves. The sound came from far away and was extremely clear in the silent night. The next second, a dozen warriors rode around the corner of the forest southwest of the farm and appeared in everyone's sight.

The refugees on the farm became increasingly chaotic. There were constant roars, shouts, screams, the sounds of unsheathed swords, and the sounds of running footsteps.

(End of this chapter)