Chapter 28 The Firelight of Panjia Village

The bamboo houses of dozens of villagers in Panjia Village are crackling, connecting, and the blazing fire scorched every stone in the village.

Pan Lang's bamboo building was the most fierce, and the brilliant fireworks rushed to the sky like a waterfall.

There was a man lying on the side of the yard, injured all over his body, with a long sword in his right leg, and blood everywhere. It was Pan Lang, the owner of the bamboo building. He bowed his head and quietly looked at the firelight. His eyes gradually became blurred, and his stubble mouth closed from time to time.

On a hill south of Panjia Village, there is a man sitting looking down at Panjia Village and Pan Lang's yard. His head spread, almost bare, with blood scars on his body. His half-broken little finger was ticking thick blood, and several broken toes on his right foot drooped his "heads". The fire of Tongtian reflected his Chinese face and his gloomy eyes.

He seems to be waiting for something...

Two feet behind him were several tall horses, and three strong men like iron towers sat above him. They were dressed in purple and iron armor, with long knives on their left waist and gold bows and silver arrows on their right waist, shining in the red fire.

One of the horses stood in front of the other three horses, with one sitting on it, with only one eyeball, which looked very horrible. A tilted white blindfold contrasted with his purple iron helmet! Because the head is wrapped in a white cloth that wraps the wound, it is more or less funny.

They are the three people who stepped on the vines and fell into the mountain stream when they chased Chen Lai last time, and they were more or less injured. At this time, they also seemed to be waiting for something.

......

Chen Lai almost ran back to Panjia Village in one breath, and didn't know how he chose the road, how to jump and how to run along the way. From beginning to end, he did not stand and rest for a while.

When he ran to Panjia Village, the bamboo houses began to rumble and collapse. The huge flame splashed out like red iron juice.

Chen Lai felt a pain for a while.

staring at the firelight, he burst into tears and ran to Pan Lang's bamboo building in one breath.

Pan Lang's bamboo building is still burning and making a crackling sound. From time to time, a main beam will fall down and make a roaring sound.

"Brother Pan!"

Seeing Pan Lang lying in the yard covered with blood, Chen Lai suddenly put the child on a stone bench next to him and rushed to Pan Lang's side in a few steps, "Brother Pan! Brother Pan! Wake up!"

He put his arms around his neck and held him in his arms. Chen Lai cried, "Brother Pan! I hurt you! I hurt you! It's all my fault, I'm the one who hurt you!"

He grinned and cried, clenched his fist and cried, beating the floor and crying.

Pan Lang slowly opened his eyes, smiled faintly, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, "Little brother, why are you back? ...Why are you back again?"

"I saw the fire in Panjiacun, so I came back quickly..." Chen Lai lowered his head and didn't dare to face Pan Lang's eyes. "Brother Pan, it's all my fault... It's not that I live in your house, and these things won't happen."

"All this is life, why blame yourself? ...If you didn't come to Panjia Village, I'm afraid my child and nephew would have died long ago..."

When Chen Lai heard this, he felt even more guilty and asked, "Brother Pan, where are your sister-in-law and children?"

Pan Lang suddenly smiled, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth, but he still didn't stop his blurting words, "Those killers want to harm the villagers, but how can Pan Lang tolerate them? I stopped a few killers alone... Other hunters protected the villagers and entered the deep mountains... Don't worry, they are all... safe now."

Chen Lai nodded and looked at Pan Lang's wounds all over his body. Seeing that his skin was almost cut open, he couldn't believe how he dealt with so many killers alone.

Seeing that Sensen's white bones were exposed, he was heart-like again. He took a look at the long sword that stared at the ground with a leg and gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Pan, let's go. Let's go to a cave to recover..."

He knelt up and was ready to pull out the long sword on Pan Lang's leg.

Pan Lang smiled bitterly, shook his head, stretched out a hand and grabbed Chen Lai's hand tightly, and looked at him with open eyes, "Little brother, don't be busy anymore. The eldest brother only has one thing to ask for now..."

Chen Lai nodded with his mouth, and tears rolled on Pan Lang's face, washing away the blood stains on his face.

"Brother, your sister-in-law and your niece Pan Siyuan also hid into the deep mountains. In the future, they may go out of the deep mountains... Once you see them, you must treat them like your relatives... Brother, remember not to live up to the kindness of me for months... knowing each other!"

After saying that, he passed away.

Chen Lai cried. He hugged Pan Lang's body and shouted.

I don't know when the bleak rain came down again. The burning firelight of Panjia Village is getting smaller and smaller in the rain, but the fire like red iron juice in the fire continues to burn.

Chen Lai hugged Pan Lang's body, hugged him tighter and tighter, and couldn't help crying with his head held high. He forgot the child behind him, forgot the cold rain, forgot everything, and was only immersed in the uncontrollable sadness.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, washing the blood of him and Pan Lang to the ground.

Chen Sien lay on the stone bench and was also watered by the cold rain. His little face turned purple with cold in the rain. As the rain quickly rushed into his nostrils and mouth, he breathed nervously and cried sharply.

But Chen Lai still cried as if he hadn't heard it.

At this time, the man walking bare and limping appeared. Walking to the stone bench, he bent down to pick up the child, wrapped it in a bag, held it up in one hand, and raised him behind in the child's extremely sharp crying.

Behind were the four big men in purple and iron armor, and the one-eyed dragon wearing a white blindfold took a step forward and stretched out his hand to take over the child very clumsily. He glanced at the crying child with an extremely unpleasant eye, pointed to Chen Lai, and reminded him in a low and cold voice, "Chen Kui, the blood bag on my head was given by this boy. Catch him, interrogate him, interrogated the whereabouts of the Dragon Tip, and then... killed him."

Chen Kui stared at Chen Lai's back, gritted his teeth, and stretched out the hand with his broken little finger, "Master Mai, you go first... I'll be there later."

The one-eyed dragon wearing a white blindfold held the black cloak on his head, looked at the rain beside him with a disgusting look, held the blindfold on his left eye, and turned over the horse with the child in his arms. Pull the reins and turn around.

The other two big men also turned over their horses and drove them to catch up; they sat on a steed and left a dark horse for Chen Kui.

Dah...

Dah...

Three fast horses disappeared in the bleak rainy night. The child's sharp crying wandered in the dense forest.

"Ky, I killed Pan Lang... If you want to avenge him, just stand up."

Chen Kui limped to the yard, and his pace seemed extremely heavy, but the sneer on his mouth seemed to be understated, "I hope you can... play some more tricks."

Chen Lai slowly stood up, slowly turned around, slowly raised his head, and looked at the elderly beggar opposite.

Seeing that there was no anger in Chen Lai's eyes, but a trace of sympathy and sadness, Chen Kui couldn't help but be stunned, but then he felt a murderous atmosphere around him and couldn't help stepping back two steps.

However, after a while, he calmed down and smiled coldly, "This time... Don't think about who can help you anymore."