C16

Most of the other soldiers were near Xue Yan. They formed a simple crossbow arrow formation and led the group of Hu men into their trap.

Out of the original thirteen people who came here, there were only eight left.

Lu Qing continued to get closer to the Hu Man holding the torch. She could still hear Widow Ma crying and the slap on her body. Gradually, the crying died down, eventually becoming a low cry.

Stealthily coming up behind them, Lu Qing, with the tail of this group of people behind her, approached the last of the Hu.

This was a tall and sturdy Qiang Clan. With a slightly black complexion and prominent facial features, and a head full of thick curly hair, he was wearing a military uniform that Lu Qing had never seen before in any movie or TV drama.

It was obvious that this person's martial prowess was extraordinary. He was someone from the back.

He was also quite far away from the people in front of him. He was always vigilantly looking around, not sparing even the slightest of movements in the grass.

Lu Qing purposely stepped on a branch to break it. The man quickly turned around and walked towards Lu Qing's hiding spot with light footsteps like a cat.

Lu Qing gripped the Tiger Finger in her hand tightly. This was her only weapon and her only chance was to kill her with one hit. Once she was captured by this kind of force, she would have no chance of survival.

Closer.

Lu Qing held her breath. According to the mottled tree shadows cast by the distant torches and the shadow of this person, she saw the right timing and threw a punch from behind the tree.

This attack was absolutely fast and ruthless, directly hitting the man's throat.

However, this Qiang Clan man was not an average person. When he felt the change in the airflow, he had already instinctively started to retreat. As a result, Lu Qing's punch missed.

The fist that was swung out was also held by the Qiang Clan man's hand. He took the opportunity to pull her forward, causing Lu Qing's small body to be pulled towards him.

Although the light was dim, Qiang Clan could still see Lu Qing's face. Light instantly shone out of her deep eyes, and the purpose of this tug was to hug Lu Qing.

Lu Qing had already predicted that he would grab her hand, so she followed suit and pulled. The moment she was about to jump into Qiang Clan's embrace, her other hand struck out at an extremely fast speed!

Crack! Crack!

Qiang Clan released Lu Qing's hands, covering her neck with both of her hands as she kneeled on the ground. Lu Qing hurriedly pulled him behind a large tree, and gave him another heavy blow to the temple.

After waiting until the Qiang Clan was exhausted, Lu Qing carefully came out from behind the tree and continued to follow the group of Hu men.

The last two short, stocky men in the group seemed to have realized that the Qiang Clan was gone. They began to mutter something and continuously look behind them.

The group in front also slowed down, especially a tall and sturdy leading figure. He walked up to the two and asked a few questions before looking in the direction Lu Qing had come from.

Lu Qing instantly felt as if she was being stared at by a ferocious beast. This person's aura was simply too extraordinary; he was definitely not an ordinary soldier or even a lowly officer. Especially his eyes, which shone with a golden light under the light of the fire; his gaze was ice-cold and cruel.

Lu Qing didn't dare to advance any further. She tried her best to blend in with her surroundings. When the tall figure was only five meters away from her, he stared at the bush where she was hiding.

"Come out."

Of course, Lu Qing wouldn't come out. She could clearly see this person's face, with his tall nose, deep eyes, long hair and slightly curled hair, especially his pair of golden eyes. He didn't seem like a human, barbaric, violent, and bloodthirsty, as if everything in the world could be trampled upon and trampled upon in his eyes.

He was the ghost that walked the world.