Under the pale moonlight outside the door, the two people who were staggering along the post road were startled by Changsun Hong who suddenly rushed out. After hearing Changsun Hong's voice, Changsun Jin, who was supported and leaned against the other person, said softly: "Don't be afraid, it's my nephew."

The man who was supporting him was short, and he was just above Changsun Jin's crunching nest. Changsun Hong was heavy and the small one was obviously very difficult. In addition to being nervous, he exhaled when he heard the sound and immediately collapsed.

Changsun Hong jumped over, held his second uncle's body, put his hand between his chest and abdomen, and the heat of dampness and blood came to his face. He looked down in the moonlight and saw that it was full of blood.

"Second uncle, what's wrong?" Changsun Hong was shocked and anxious, and forced him to hold him up. After calling Duan Wulai, the two of them tried their best to drag Changsun into the post pavilion.

Changsun Hong could no longer speak. He had several knife wounds on his body, bleeding everywhere. He could no longer tell where it was light or where it was heavy in a hurry. He was like a bloody man. It was a miracle that he could persist and not fall down at this moment.

"Go in first, let's talk about it." Duan Wu said decisively, and worked with Changsun Hong to drag the person into the pavilion.

The two of them traveled far away. In order to prevent accidents on the road, they brought some herbs with them. Duan Wu was a warrior who was used to traveling to the world and took out the golden sore medicine immediately. Changsun Hong lit a torch and illuminated the pavilion.

The little man who supported Changsun Jin also walked in by himself, leaning against the wall in the corner, without saying a word, only breathing heavily, as if he had been helping Changsun Jin for a long time, and was very tired. Changsun Hong took a look and found that he was a young man about ten years old, thin and small, with a familiar face, and seemed to have seen him somewhere.

"Second Boss, is this your second uncle?" Duan Wuyi asked a little strangely while cutting Chang Sunjin's clothes with a knife for convenience of treatment. No matter what, he would never have imagined that in this dark wilderness, he would meet the second uncle of the second boss.

Changsun Hong was also very surprised, but after thinking about it for a moment, thinking about the current time, and then thinking about it, this place is the Fushunjian, he guessed a little bit: most of the second uncle is selling private salt again.

As the thought came, his heart was beating even more and more: it was impossible for Changsun Jin to come out alone, what about the others?

Where is your own father?

But Changsun Jin had already fainted, his clothes were torn open, and the wounds on his body were shocking. Several deep sharp weapon wounds almost divided the whole person, and the blood was like a fountain. Fortunately, he was not injured in the critical areas such as the neck and left his life. As long as he stopped the bleeding quickly, he could survive.

Changsun Hong's tears were almost falling, but his concern was messy. He held a ball of cloth torn off his clothes and didn't know where to press it. Fortunately, Duan Wu had been in the world for many years and knew some trauma treatment methods. He was calm and calm. He sprinkled the wounds with golden sores and wrapped them tightly with a cloth strip to stop the bleeding. After a busy journey, Changsun was barely stopped.

Then he lifted the stick and whispered: "The second boss is careful, I'll go out and take a look." His figure shook and he flashed out.

Changsun Hong knew that he was going to see if anyone caught up with him. Changsun Jin was very skilled in martial arts and was even seriously injured. If someone was searched for him, even a few people would not be able to escape.

He was also careless and poured out water from the gourd, stuck it to the cloth strip, wiped away the blood stains on Uncle Er's face bit by bit. He moved slowly, and Chang Sun Jin's face was pale and he had no reaction. The injuries caused by excessive blood loss were very dangerous, and he had already fallen into shock.

Changsun Hong bit his lip, feeling confused. He never expected that by chance, he met his second uncle here. Why did he come to buy private salt again? He never mentioned it to himself in advance. When he went home during the Chinese New Year, his father and second uncle did not express any verbal words. Isn’t the money and goods sent home enough?

Changsun Jin, who was lying on the haystack, naturally couldn't answer him. He sat beside his uncle for a while and suddenly remembered that there was another person in the pavilion.

The young man who turned around and helped Changsun come in was still sitting in the corner, but his breathing had calmed down, and he was holding the water hyacinth and drinking water.

Seeing Changsun Hong look over, the young man raised his head and said to him: "Second Brother Changsun."

"Are you..." Seeing that he knew him, Changsun Hong was a little surprised, but after a moment of thinking, he remembered that the first time he came here to sell salt, the father and son on the boat was this person: "Wang Jian?"

The boy nodded, stood up with a gourd in his arms, and staggered and almost fell down. Changsun Hong hurriedly took a step forward to support him. Wang Jian barely stood up, but he was also a double-strand war and could hardly stand on his own.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Changsun Hong had recovered a little calmer. To understand what was going on, only the child Wang Jian could tell him.

Wang Jian sat down on the haystack and said slowly.

"When it was dark yesterday, my dad and I were having dinner on the boat. Someone came over to cross the river. When we saw that it was a group of people who sold private salt last year. Our boat was fixed in one place and never changed, so they could find us."

"I remember you, but I didn't see you among these people. However, this scarred uncle and the big bearded man are here. The salt rice you left for us last year helped us a lot. We had no worries about food and clothing for half a year. As soon as they arrived, my father knew what to do, so he agreed very simply."

"We are still waiting by the river when crossing the river. In the second half of the night, they came back, carried the salt and flew back again. Nothing happened, but as soon as they arrived at the river, something happened."

"In the reeds on the shore, many salted officials from the government emerged, lit up the torches and illuminated the river bank. They would kill everyone when they saw it. There were about twenty people on your side, who fought with them under the leadership of the bearded and strong man. There were blood everywhere. Many people died, so I ran out in the chaos."

"I ran for a while and it was dark all around. I was afraid that people would be very scared, so I stopped and wanted to go back to find my father. This scarred uncle caught up from behind, covered in blood. When he met me, he took me away and said that he could not go back, and he would die when he went back. I was even more afraid, so I followed him and continued running."

"At first, there were people chasing him, and the torch could be seen moving from a distance. We ran away desperately. After crossing a few ridges, there was no movement behind us. However, at this time, Uncle Scarfaced was no longer able to stand and could not stand steadily. I helped him and walked all the way over. I didn't know how far I had walked in the dark. I was weak and walked slowly, and my feet were almost weak until I met you."

After hearing Wang Jian’s account, Changsun Hongxin was thrust. His father turned out to be still by the river, and his second uncle escaped alone. What about the others? Could it be...

"Second Brother Changsun, my father... will he be killed by Yan Ding?" Wang Jian asked timidly, his face that was originally black and red, was so nervous that he turned white.

Changsun Hong also had a white face and did not answer. He didn't know how to answer. His hands clenched into fists and clattered.

He knew the martial arts of the second uncle Changsun Jin. The simple sword was superb, and they were all kung fu on the battlefield. The casual warriors were no match for him at all. They were all injured like this. It can be seen how fierce the battle by the river was. He was the only one who escaped from the twenty-somethings, and the rest... the fate was worrying!

"Wang Jian, take care of my second uncle, I'll find someone!" Changsun Hong gritted his teeth, picked up the knife, and instructed Wang Jian, look at his dying second uncle, get up and go out.

The door was pushed open, Duan Wu walked in, and was surprised to see Changsun Hong's appearance, and said, "No one is chasing him outside... Second Dong family, where are you going?"

Changsun Hong stepped out with the knife in his hand tightly: "I'll go find my father, he is still by the river. Please look at my second uncle and don't let him die!"

Monk Duan Wuzhanger was confused. Your father was by the river? Which river? You have to ask clearly, but Changsun Hong had already left.
Chapter completed!