Zhang Mu kept coughing, burst into tears, and was also frightened by his own tear gas.

In a daze, I suddenly heard a loud noise. In a trance, I saw two people coming in from the back window. One of them held him against his shoulders and walked out of the window.

During the bumpy period, Zhang Mu felt that he was being thrown out of the window. Someone who answered him outside the window, picked him up and resisted him on his shoulder and left.

The guards responsible for surrounding the ancestral hall fell in a pool of blood.

After a riot just now, most of the troops hit the front yard, and behind the ancestral hall was a small courtyard with piles of miscellaneous items, which could only accommodate a few people. Outside the back yard was a steep slope.

These people crossed the wall and slid down the ropes that had been arranged long ago. This steep slope leads directly to the river beach in the Houshan River. However, because it is steep and there is no road, no one will pay attention to it.

Zhang Mu gasped in pain, unable to open his eyes, only feeling the whistling sound of wind in his ears, and was finally thrown to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw three masked men carrying him onto a sailboat, and Zhang Mu's heart suddenly sank.

Huang Qianhu and his team were burned down, and they couldn't catch up even if they wanted to. Besides, they were still halfway up the mountain. When they got off, the boat would have gone far.

Zhang Mu immediately got up desperately and rushed towards the side of the boat. As long as he jumped into the river, there was still a glimmer of hope.

However, at this time, he suddenly felt something tripped by his leg, and suddenly fell down and fell to the ground with a dog eating shit.

At that moment, a few strong men came up and held him down, then tied him up and tied him to the mast.

As the canvas rose, the ship slowly left the river bank and went down the Fuchun River.

Zhang Mu looked at Tong Junshan, which was getting farther and farther away in despair, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Huang Qianhu and the others had no boat and could not chase after him.

Besides, there are no advanced communication equipment in this era, and no one else can count on it. Whether it can survive depends on yourself now.

At this time, the man in black who was holding Zhang Mu hostage came to Zhang Mu and kicked Zhang Mu hard and said, "Mr. Zhang, I have taken great pains to capture you. By the end of this evening, I will use your blood to commemorate our Ming Cult brothers."

Zhang Mu was kicked in a heartbroken manner, and almost passed away from his breath. He looked up at the man in black in front of him and sneered: "There are many people who want to kill me, but in the end no one survived."

At this moment, the man in black slowly took off his veil and showed his peerless and charming appearance.

Zhang Mu took a look and was stunned.

Although Zhang Mu had long expected that this person must be the woman outside the inn that day, he should have looked at her eyes in the ancestral hall just now, and Zhang Mu decided that it was her.

Those eyes were deep and quiet, like a pool of autumn water, full of spiritual energy, as if they could speak, which impressed Zhang Mu. However, that day, he only had a glimpse of her face and did not see her appearance. He only saw her face at this moment.

She wore a black headscarf, covering her long hair, and wearing a night-like dress with wood texture, making her look taller, with a bulge in front and a raised back.

The graceful face lines outline a beautiful and suffocating pretty face. The skin is as fair as jade, with a healthy blush and delicate facial features. It makes people feel that she is not dusty, like a fairy dripping from the sky.

Zhang Mu met many beauties in his past and present life, but none of the women's appearance was as good as the woman in front of him. However, he was so beautiful that he really lamented that God was still partial to his mind when he created humans.

But now is not the time to see beautiful women. The more beautiful a woman is, the more vicious she feels. Zhang Mu sneered: "Goddess, it's you."

Han Yuyan's bright red lips swayed a smile. She really made the city and the country laugh, which made the beautiful mountains and rivers around her lose their color.

"I didn't expect that you were very brave at such a young age. I almost made you plot in the ancestral hall. However, if God wants to accept you, no one can save you. If you dare to go against me, Ming Cult, there is only a way out of death." Han Yuyan sneered.

"I said, girl, you are young, so you pretend to be a ghost all day long. I think you are sick and need treatment!"

But before Zhang Mu finished speaking, Han Yuyan kicked Zhang Mu again, which made Zhang Mu feel sweet in his throat and vomited blood.

"Please him into the cabin for me and watch it happily. Tonight, the altar will be opened for sacrifice!" After saying that, she waved her sleeves and headed towards the cabin.

Then several people came over to untie Zhang Mu from the mast, pouted on his mouth, directly covered him with a sack, and carried him out of the cabin.

After going down the steps and being thrown to the ground, Zhang Mu could smell only a fishy smell. After about two hours of floating, the boat stopped on the shore.

Because he was put in a sack and didn't know where he was, he was thrown into a carriage and bumped all the way.

Zhang Mu was trapped so hard that he could not move. There was someone beside him, and as long as he struggled a little harder, he would kick him.

There is also a dagger for my body to let go, but I can't take it out.

And the tear gas was made, and it was a semi-finished product. As time passed by minute by minute, Zhang Mu knew in his heart that the hope of living was getting slimmer and slim.

Finally, after a few hours, he was carried down and threw it to the ground.

I heard the sound of messy footsteps close to the ground, and I didn’t know what these Ming Cult people were busy with.

Half an hour later, Zhang Mu was helped up, finally untied the sack, then released the black cloth covering his eyes, and several bonfires immediately caught their eyes.

I looked around and felt extremely desperate.

This is a valley, and it should look very remote.

Zhang Mu was pushed to the side of the temporary altar wooden stake and tied to it.

The Ming Cult's sun and moon flags were waving in the wind and making a sound of rushing sounds. Only then did Zhang Mu see that there were more than thirty people around him, with solemn expressions, like fierce and evil spirits.

Han Yuyan sat opposite the altar. In front of her, she was dressed in white, spotless, and with her peerless face, she did look like a fairy.

At this time, Han Yuyan slowly stood up, waved her hand, and two strong men with upper bodies raised a long table.

The long table was filled with various sacrificial vessels made of copper and iron, and under the fire, a faint cold light was emitted.

When Zhang Mu saw this, he knew that he was doomed today.

At this moment, Han Yuyan crossed her hands in front of her chest and lowered her head and said, "The holy light will not be extinguished, and the light will last forever."

Then he opened his arms and said, "Burn evil demons, do good and eliminate evil. The holy fire is beating and blood sacrifices the loyal soul."

Suddenly, everyone around him knelt down on the ground like a demon, shouting: "The holy fire is beating, blood sacrifices the loyal soul."
Chapter completed!