Wu Shan Kang and Qu Huijun looked at the middle-aged man and found that his pupils were dilated, and they were indeed breathless.

The man was covered with wounds, his face, hands, feet, and body. He even had two fingers broken on his left hand. His clothes had been stained with blood. His injuries were extremely serious. It seemed that he had just passed a fierce battle not long ago.

But Qin Shuang knew that although the injury on this person was severe, the real fatal wound was the one in his throat.

The wound almost penetrated half of his neck, the trachea, and the artery were completely cut off. Perhaps because the man was really strong enough, even after suffering such fatal injuries, he still did not die immediately. Instead, he covered his hands and ran here wildly.

But this person didn't know that his running was also accelerating his death. Because as soon as he ran, his heart beat faster and his demand for oxygen increased significantly.

But his throat had been cut off and he leaked after taking a breath. Where could he provide more oxygen to the heart? Not only could he not provide oxygen, it even aggravated the backflow of blood into the lungs.

So to a large extent, this man could be said to have been choked to death by his own blood.

"Who is it? Why is it so cruel to attack?" Qu Huijun frowned, his face a little unfair.

This was not the first time she had gone out to travel around the world, nor had she seen dead people. However, seeing so many wounds of all sizes on the middle-aged man and his death was very tragic, a hint of chill broke out in his heart.

Wu Shankang also had a serious expression and said, "Look at the wounds on his body, there are both sword injuries and knife injuries, so there are probably more than one person who will attack!"

Wen Wenyan said: "Looking at this person's outfit, it seems that he is just an ordinary farmer. What kind of powerful enemies did an ordinary farmer provoke to death so tragically?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes flashed, as if he had remembered something. He raised his head and happened to meet Wu Shankang, Qu Huijun and the other two met. The three of them almost said in unison: "Bandits!"

It is only one day away from Huagong Mountain. If you rush to the top, it will not even take a day.

The farmers in these small villages have lived a life facing the loess and facing the sky for generations. They rarely have interactions with people in the world, let alone make enemies. Those who can attack such an ordinary farmer and are so cruel are indeed no one else except those bandits in Huagong Mountain who do everything they want and enjoy killing and robbing goods.

Qin Shuang sighed and said in a deep voice: "Don't guess, they are already here."

Wu Shankang and the other three looked at the direction where the dead middle-aged man ran out before, and there was no trace of him.

But this time, seeing Qin Shuang's ability to predict the future, no one of them dared to sarcastically mock Qin Shuang, but they both concentrated and held their breath and raised their vigilance. Qu Huijun really reached out and took off the long whip from his waist.

Wu Shankang was a little depressed. He stubbornly believed that his cultivation was much higher than Qin Shuang. Even if he wanted to capture the bloody breath, he should be his senior brother in the late stage of the true vein! What ability does this junior brother have to notice it first than him?

But even if he was unwilling to admit it, reality still slapped him hard.

In this regard, Wu Shankang can only attribute the reason to Qin Shuang as a disciple of Yaolu. In order to facilitate the judgment of medicine and medicine properties, the disciples of Yaolu have higher requirements for the sensitivity of smell than other disciples.

So he wishfully believed that it was precisely because of this reason that Qin Shuang captured the bloody smell earlier than him.

Only by thinking this way can Wu Shankang avoid being too depressed.

As for Wen Wenyan, he looked even more serious at this time. No matter how frustrated he felt, he would not dare to say a word.

It didn't take too long. Sure enough, a mess of footsteps came from the woods. The figures swayed. More than a dozen men with fierce and murderous faces were each carrying swords and axes and rushed out of the woods with big strides.

Many of these dozen people were still covered in blood and there were still undry blood dripping from the weapons. It was obvious that they had just committed the murder.

"Ha, look, that fool came out and died!"

"We cut so many swords and stabbed so many swords, how can we survive? He is not a monster!"

"This kind of country savage deserves to die. When we heard the reputation of the Huagong Mountain Douyun Village, we didn't even obediently offer our property and women, and we dared to resist. We dragged him back, peeled it up, and scared those unruly people!"

"Don't talk about it for now. He probably came to find help. Look at the four people, they have weapons in their hands, and they should be able to do martial arts!"

"So what if you know martial arts? Haven't we killed those who know martial arts? This area is a hundred miles away. We are the territory of our Yunzhai. Whoever dares to take action will kill them!"

"Yes, we have sixteen people, and they are only four of them. What are we afraid of in terms of a four-to-one ratio?"

While speaking, the group of men rushed to Qin Shuang and the others and shouted loudly for a bald man carrying an axe: "Hey, are you four very familiar with this dead man?"

Wu Shankang replied lightly: "I'm not familiar with it. Are you from Huagong Mountain Feiyun Village?"

The bald man did not answer immediately, but looked at the four of them with his eyes slanted, and finally stopped his eyes on Qu Huijun, looking around with his eyes.

Qu Huijun is quite beautiful and has a beautiful figure. He stands there with a long whip in his hand, making him look even more graceful and attractive.

A bandit with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek next to him walked to the bald man with a lewd smile on his face and said, "One 11, look at this woman, *************, many times better than the village girls we just played with. If I could take her to the bastard to go to the village for a few days..."

This sentence obviously hit the bald man's thoughts. He laughed out loud, not covering up his obscene intentions at all, and said, "Yes, uncle, I am Cui Shizhong from Feiyun Village, Huagong Mountain. The eleventh place in the village! Since you have heard of the reputation of Feiyun Village, the uncle will let you go. You three men, hand over all the property and horses on your body, and get out of here! As for this woman, hehe, uncle, I will take her back to the village to be a wife first..."

"Shameless!" Before Cui Shizhong finished speaking, Qu Huijun was already so angry that his pretty face turned red. He couldn't help but move his right hand, and the long whip turned into a phantom in the air. With a whoosh, he thrust over like lightning.

Cui Shizhong was full of evil thoughts. He never expected that this delicate and weak woman would suddenly attack him. And she was so fast that she was unprepared. With a clear sound, a blood-red whip mark appeared on her left cheek, bloody and bloody.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!