Before he could finish his words, he heard a scream from the other side. The scream was sharp and shrill, piercing everyone's ears. Everyone looked over. There was another group of people gathered on the other side of the village, and the scream came from the group. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and Du Qingfeng had already pulled him and said, "Let's go and have a look." After that, he dragged him over. The two walked to the group and saw that the group of people had torn clothes, all of them were from the village, and they formed a circle.

There were a few people squatting on the ground in the middle. Han Yiming looked over from the cracks, but they met on the road. The middle-aged man who greeted them. The middle-aged man squatted on the ground, almost beating his chest and stamping his feet. Han Yiming looked at him again. A woman was lying on the ground, with a gray face and breathing slightly. There were blood on her body, her hands were also covered in blood, and there were several blood on her face. I don’t know how it was done. Han Yiming was wondering, and there was one more person beside him, saying, “What’s going on?” When he looked back, Zhao Haoyang squeezed over at some point.

Everyone in the village turned a deaf ear to him. The middle-aged man didn't even raise his head or talk. He clenched his fist with his right hand and slapped his chest, and ignored the advice of the villagers around him. Zhao Haoyang frowned slightly, reached out and gently pushed him in. Han Yiming clearly saw that the crowd did not move or had any gaps after he pushed him in, but he easily walked in. When he walked in, the people around him were still crowded tightly, but he turned into a piece of thin paper, without pushing the crowd, and even the gap between people did not increase, so he easily squeezed into the crowd.

Zhao Haoyang squatted down beside the middle-aged man, looked at the woman lying on the ground, and said, "What's wrong?" The man was stunned at a piece of white cloth in his hand, without saying a word. Zhao Haoyang stretched out his right hand, lit the woman's middle finger at the woman's eyebrows, and withdrew her hand. The woman woke up with a "ah".

As soon as she woke up, she said, "Fengyun, my Fengyun!" She looked around, then looked in her hands, then looked around, and said, "Fengyun, where is my Fengyun?" Before Zhao Haoyang could speak, the middle-aged man said, "Fengyun and his sister-in-law are gone, where are they?"

The woman was startled and stunned for a while before saying, "When the gong sounded, we knew that the bandits were coming, and hid in the house and didn't dare to come out, but then it started to burn. My sister-in-law and I saw that the fire had caught, and hugged Fengyun and ran out of the house. Yes, yes, someone came to snatch my Fengyun. There was someone whose face was very dark, and he snatched my Fengyun. I screamed, and my sister-in-law also turned around to help me. We twisted his clothes, and he suddenly pulled out his knife and chopped at my sister-in-law. I screamed and I didn't know anything!" Her eyes became clear and she suddenly burst into tears.

Han Yiming stood still, a chill rose from his heart, and the past that had almost become the past came to his heart. The woman who cried bitterly and had scars on his face made him inevitably raise his mother. The kind and kind mother who always smiled and spoke softly. She suddenly lost her father and her mother. How sad and desperate she was, how she was crying and crying. Standing aside, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

He never dared to go to how his mother was suffering that day. At this time, this woman clearly put all this in front of him. The woman's face, body, and hands were full of scars. Was it left behind when she fought with the bandits for their children? Everything on Lingshan and later experiences made him feel that he was a new life and was far away from the past. But at this time, the woman's words pulled him back to the past, the vague but clear past.

The middle-aged man suddenly jumped up, separated from the crowd, held him carefully when he met everyone, and asked with a loud voice. Han Yiming stood there blankly, looking at the middle-aged man, and then looked at the woman who was sitting on the ground, unable to even stand up and crying loudly. He couldn't help but burst into tears, turned his back and never dared to look at them again.

The man asked around and was in a daze. He walked back and fell to the ground as soon as he walked to the woman. Han Yiming didn't dare to turn his head, but he couldn't take any steps, and couldn't move away. Suddenly, he heard Huang Jingxuan's voice asking, "What's going on?" He hurriedly reached out to wipe the tears on his face and raised his head.

Zhao Haoyang said, "It sounds like their child is gone." Huang Jingxuan frowned and said, "Is that so? Ask me, how does his child look like?" Zhao Haoyang said, "I want to help you, can you calm down?" The man lowered his head, stunned, as if he didn't listen.

Zhao Haoyang no longer asked, and raised his right hand. His two fingers in the right hand were shining like fireflies in the darkness. He pressed the man's head and raised his head to face everyone. He saw a child's face appearing in his eyes, which was very small, even with a short hair.

It was a chubby baby boy, in the man's pupils. After a while, the man's eyes became bigger and the little boy's face became clearer. Han Yiming didn't know the size of the baby, but at first glance, he saw the baby's pink and jade-like baby. Suddenly, he saw him grinning with his little mouth and laughing, without teeth in his mouth, and he knew it was very small. However, he saw a baby's little hand in his eyes, and there was a small red mole on the tip of his chubby index finger.

Taoist Pingbo said, "Okay, we all know the appearance of this child. We can help him find it when it dawns." Han Yiming couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. Taoist Pingbo said, "Little brother, do you have anything to say?" Taoist Pingbo said, "Does it take dawn to find it?" Taoist Pingbo said, "What, do you mean to look for it now?" Han Yiming said, "Our moment makes them live like years! Is this little baby still alive after spending this night in the hands of bandits?" Taoist Pingbo was very surprised and looked at him.
Chapter completed!