One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Old Wang's pupils contracted sharply, and the hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He opened his mouth, about to call for help.

The other hand, wearing a leather glove, had already covered his mouth tightly from the side.

With a swift turn, the blade plunged into his heart.

Two warm bodies were silently dragged into the nearby ditch.

The whole process took only two or three seconds, without making a single unnecessary sound.

The men in black crossed the ditch and continued their advance into the village.

however.

Just as they finished disposing of the body and were preparing to spread out and encircle the enemy.

Under an old elm tree not far from the ditch.

A boy of about seven or eight years old, carrying a tattered bamboo basket, stood there blankly.

The little boy's name is Gouwa.

I got up early today.

I came to the village entrance to collect some dry branches that had fallen last night to use as firewood.

He still clutched a tree branch in his hand, his eyes fixed on the bloodstains slowly flowing into the ditch and the group of black-clad men wearing terrifying masks.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The second brother, wearing a demon mask, noticed the gaze.

He turned his head, and the pale, hideous ghost face met Gouwa's terrified eyes.

A soft, impatient click came from beneath the mask, suggesting some annoyance at the one who had slipped through the net.

With a flick of his wrist, a hidden arrow was already tucked between his fingers.

Gouwa finally realized what was happening.

He stared at the horrifying ghost face, shuddered, and dropped the bamboo basket and branches he was holding to the ground.

He turned around and ran desperately towards the village.

As he ran, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Murder!!!"

"Help! A ghost is killing people!!!"

A sharp, piercing child's voice shattered the tranquility of the small mountain village in the early morning.

The birds on the eaves were startled and flew away.

Whoosh!

The second brother's eyes turned cold, and the hidden arrow slipped from his fingertips.

But Gouwa, in extreme fear, slipped in the mud.

He lunged forward.

The hidden arrow, originally aimed at his back, grazed his shoulder and embedded itself in a wooden door.

"trouble."

Uncle San frowned and quickened his pace: "Attack! Finish this quickly! Don't let them escape into the mountains!"

With that command given.

The men in black, who had been moving stealthily, no longer concealed their presence.

Like a group of vengeful ghosts crawling out of the underworld.

They kicked open the gates of the courtyards along the way and began a brutal cleanup.

……

At the end of the village, in a small courtyard house.

Ah Bao was rubbing a towel in the basin.

Gouwa's piercing scream.

Although it was separated by most of the village, the sound still traveled clearly on the morning breeze.

Ah Bao's hand paused for a moment.

Warm water dripped down her fingertips.

She immediately became alert.

Ah Bao's keen senses were different from ordinary people from a young age.

She tilted her head slightly, and her ears twitched twice.

The barking of dogs in the village became frantic, mixed with the sound of wooden doors breaking.

A faint smell of blood drifted through the air.

"These aren't ordinary robbers. Their footsteps were too light, and their blows were too heavy."

The little girl was exceptionally intelligent and immediately made the most intuitive judgment.

These people came to kill and silence witnesses.

She turned her head and glanced at Zhang Tianyi, who was lying unconscious on the bed.

"My mother said to take good care of him and not let him get hurt."

Abao didn't hesitate at all.

She walked to the bedside, bent down, and put her hands under Zhang Tianyi's armpits.

She half-dragged, half-carried Zhang Tianyi out of the inner room and brought him to the kitchen.

Next to the stove, there was a pile of firewood for winter.

Ah Bao quickly moved the top few bundles of firewood aside.

A thick wooden plank covered with hay was revealed underneath.

Lifting the wooden planks reveals a cellar that was originally used to store sweet potatoes and winter vegetables.

The cellar was not deep, but it was spacious, and the ventilation openings were well concealed.

Abao carefully lowered Zhang Tianyi down the ladder and laid him flat on a dry straw mat.

She even grabbed two handfuls of wood ash and scattered them around the cellar.

This gray material has a strong earthy smell, which effectively masks other odors.

"Big brother, you should go to sleep quietly and not make a sound."

Abao squatted down and gently patted Zhang Tianyi's shoulder twice with her little hand, as if comforting a sleeping child.

Then she climbed up the ladder and covered it with the wooden planks.

They then piled the firewood back up exactly as it was, arranging it perfectly.

After doing all this, Abao patted the dust off his hands.

She walked to the stove.

His gaze fell on a wood-chopping knife that he usually used to chop firewood.

Ah Bao reached out and picked up the wood-chopping knife, weighing it in his hand.

The machete was a bit heavy for her age, but she held it very steadily.

The little girl casually tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and neatly tied it with a hair tie.

"Aunt Li said she would teach me how to paste shoe soles this afternoon, so I can't let these bad guys bully Aunt Li and the others."

Ah Bao muttered something softly.

There was not a trace of fear in those bright, clear eyes.

Ah Bao pushed open half of the wooden door, like a nimble lynx moving through the morning mist.

Using the courtyard wall and haystacks as cover, they slipped out of the yard quietly.

She carried a machete, her movements nimble and graceful.

They went against the flow of fire and screams.

Chapter 429 A Pure Heart Shocks the Traitors! This girl is simply a monster!

In the early morning, the mountain village should be welcoming a new day with the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking.

But at the moment.

Even the big yellow dogs that usually roamed the village roads were silent.

Ah Bao was carrying a wood-chopping knife.

I walked slowly and quietly along the narrow alley between the two courtyards.

Although she had never practiced any internal martial arts, she had followed her father in setting traps and collecting herbs in the deep mountains and forests since she was a child.

She had long ago learned how to blend into the mountains and forests.

At the end of the alley is Aunt Li's courtyard.

As soon as Abao reached the corner, he heard a soft sobbing sound coming from the courtyard.

She peeked half her head out and cautiously looked inside.

Aunt Li's hair, which she usually combs neatly, is now disheveled.

She collapsed beside her own well, clutching an overturned wooden basin tightly in her arms, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

In front of her.

Standing there was a man in black wearing a mask with a blue face and fangs.