C19

The next day, Wen Jingrong asked her sister-in-law Li Zheng to make her winter clothes, but the two of them didn't agree on the wages. Wen Jingrong brought back the cloth and cotton, and the next day, Wen Jingrong asked Aunt Li Zheng to make her winter clothes, but the wages were not agreed on.

In the end, it was Li Zhengzhi's grandson who advised, and paid for the work with the leftover clothes and cotton. Actually, there wasn't much material left after making their clothes. Wen Jingrong saw that she could not persuade him, so she decided to wait until the next time she entered the mountain to fight her prey.

On the way out of Li Zheng's house, Wen Jingrong met many villagers with the surname Niu. Some of them knew each other, some of them just seemed familiar, but they all knew her. The young lads were too embarrassed to open their mouths, they shyly smiled, blushed and ran away, while the older lads didn't need to be afraid. They asked how her brother was, did he have enough winter food in his house …

She didn't feel impatient either, replying with a smile. She even ordered a few foods, including the rapeseed and peanut oil they would be squeezing in a few days. If they counted it, it was not a small expenditure. Fortunately, she had been working hard to earn money before winter this year. At least, they wouldn't have to starve like last year.

After leaving the village, she passed through the heavy eucalyptus woods. The path in the middle was trodden down by the boys who had come up to collect firewood. Not even a blade of grass grew. Only the moss remained in the crevices of the rocks. It was deep and shallow, and as the weather gradually turned yellow, it looked like a dog with patches on its skin.

The foot of the mountain was still thick with autumn. The higher you went, the more you could smell the winter. Wen Jingrong looked down halfway down the hill. The quiet village below was burning, and the gray smoke of the cooking fires was rising, obscuring the deep, shallow yellow of the distant mountains.

Just as he was lamenting this distant concept, the faint smell of blood came from the air. A siren sounded in her heart. Even if the villagers were chopping wood, they rarely came up here. It wasn't even half a mile away from her house … At this time, at this place, the smell was somewhat unusual.

Wen Jingrong hastened her steps towards the house. The closer she got, the stronger the smell of rust became, causing her heart to sink until she could hear the sharp clashing of weapons. She turned a corner and finally saw the scene in front of the house.

More than twenty masked Death Soldiers, wearing the same clothes and wielding the same long swords, were surrounding the four black robed men who were blocking the front of the wooden house. However, they did not use black scarves to cover their face. They were struggling to block the secret sword moves from their enemies. Behind the half-open window, there was Niu Dabao, who was listening outside in panic, and Murong Mingzhu, who was trying his best to hide his expression.

It seemed that these four were the ones who were keeping an eye on them. Wen Jingrong had a rough idea of who they were from the look on her face. In the half minute she had been observing, two more masked men fell. However, the situation on their side was not looking good. The man in black, who was standing in the front, had his left hand blocked by the other side. Even from so far away, Wen Jingrong could still see that he had lost a lot of blood and was almost unable to hold the saber in his hand.

At most, he would be unable to hold on for another minute.

It was obvious that the masked Death Soldiers had noticed this breakthrough as well, as if they were sharks who had smelled blood. With a twist of the sword in their hands, they all pierced towards his left hand.

That person coldly laughed. He was not afraid at all. He unexpectedly continued stabbing at his chest, ignoring everything else. The big blade in his hand moved horizontally, and as it was being stabbed, two lives were swiftly reaped.

"Hei Feng!"

The other three were shocked and had yet to recover from the severe injuries of their comrades. A strong gust of wind blew past him, and his vision blurred. He only felt a nimble figure flash past, and before he could clearly see the movements of the enemy, another masked warrior fell to the ground.

It wasn't until they saw the corpse and the figure on the ground that they were shocked.

They were not unfamiliar with the person who came. It was Wen Jingrong, who hunted and cooked every day.

The Death Soldier that she had instantly killed was at least five and a half feet tall (1.8 meters and above, seven of the seven foot men in the ancient times were empty words), and Wen Jingrong was a lot shorter than that person. With the difference in height, coupled with the great strength needed to break a grown man's neck with her bare hands, she was able to silently approach them.

However, they still didn't dare to relax. With the help of Wen Jingrong, who was moving like a ghost, the pressure that the black robed Death Soldiers brought was greatly reduced. Her initial move had not only shocked the Black Shadow Guards, but had also made the other killers feel scared. However, after a few probing moves, they discovered that Wen Jingrongkong had a move and did not have any inner force. As long as they did not let her get close, they would not be able to do anything to her.

Obviously, Hei Feng and the others also saw this clearly. The four of them knew that Wen Jingrong held a special place in their master's heart. When they made a move, they deliberately protected her behind Jian Feng, creating a suitable position for her to make a move at the right time. It was her first time fighting side by side, but Wen Jingrong had merged into their coordination without leaving a trace. Wen Jingrong had memorized how many weak points there were on a person's body, no matter how hard she tried. Under Hei Feng and the others' increasingly astonished gazes, in a fierce battle, Wen Jingrong's reaping life was actually on par with theirs.

"Who the hell are you?" Hei Feng, who was leaning against the wall, stared at her and asked.

An ordinary hunter's strength was not rare, but to have such a precise and precise method of killing, it was definitely not normal.

"It's none of your business who I am. The person inside is your master, right? Take him and leave, this place is no longer safe." She coldly glanced at the bodies lying on the ground. With so much blood, it might not even be possible for her to clean the floor. Wen Jingrong's heart ached so much that it bled when she saw the half of the garden that they had destroyed.

"What about you? Since those people have already found this place, they must know who you are. How about … "

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Wen Jingrong.

"We will think of a way, isn't it safer to follow you?"

She was right, she didn't know how these people found this place. After so many years of chasing, he was not even able to catch a single point of their shadow, and almost caused the King to lose his life here. Luckily, Wen Jingrong changed her plan halfway.

He wanted to say something, but his body had pushed itself to the limit. In the end, he saw Wen Jingrong's widened eyes reach out to him. He wanted to dodge but his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.