My domineering ex-husband is living off his wife in ancient times.

Chapter 38 Fighting with Them

Outside Panlongzhai.

Shao Yang carried Si Silang on his back, stepping on various tree branches, and flew into a grove of withered trees.

After passing through the withered trees, he was not far from Panlong Village, but suddenly he saw a fire rising in the direction of the village.

Shao Yang knew something was wrong, so he told Si Silang to hold on tight, and then he took off directly into the air, without using the trees as stepping stones to fly over.

Instead, it flew several meters away before lightly stepping on the withered tree pass.

Si Shilang gripped tightly with all his toes.

He looked pale and had his arms wrapped tightly around Shao Yang's neck.

He was inwardly groaning: You all had great fortunes after the earthquake, some could conjure things out of thin air, others could fly, but I have nothing, all I can do is cling to someone's coattails, right?

When Si Shaoheng saw the flames, he almost stood up from the bushes.

Cheng Ruoan!

Why didn't this woman follow the plan?!

What happened?

His heart suddenly pounded like a drum, filled with unease.

His legs instinctively wanted him to stand up and rush into the mountain stronghold.

But reason told him: he couldn't act impulsively; he had to trust her.

Trust her.

In fact it is.

The stronghold was huge; even if Si Shaoheng rushed in now, he wouldn't be able to find Cheng Ruoan.

The entire mountain village is roughly divided into four areas, not exactly according to direction, but rather like an irregular "田" (field) character.

The dungeon where the children were imprisoned was right in the middle of the character "田" (field).

Entering through the main gate, on the left-hand side within an area of ​​about one acre, there are relatively neat wooden houses, which are the houses of the mountain bandits.

The half-acre area to the right of the entrance looks like the canteen and bathhouse area.

There were four or five large wooden tables, each more than ten meters long, neatly arranged. Behind the tables was the stove, and not far from the stove was the well.

On the other side of the living area was the area where the cattle and horses were used for work. Cheng Ruo'an had never been there, but the third leader had pointed it out to her.

If she had seen it before, she would know that the refugees were imprisoned here and had been cultivating and processing a plant that looked remarkably like a poppy.

At this point, the sky was very close to dawn, which is also the darkest moment of the day.

With great difficulty, Cheng Ruoan used his spatial ability to limp and hop to the refugee shack area.

Pushing aside the rickety wooden fence, backlit by the firelight, it was pitch black inside.

But Cheng Ruoan felt as if countless eyes were staring at her.

Cheng Ruoan shuddered and quickly said, "Folks, are you all alright?! I've come to rescue you!"

Who knows what the mentality of these displaced people who have been imprisoned for so long is now?

It's always good to make a good first move.

But there was no sound from inside the thatched hut.

Cheng Ruoan could hear people breathing; there were many people, but no one was speaking.

Suddenly, something in the bandits' residential area ahead burned down, causing a loud bang.

Then a huge burst of flames rushed over and ignited the outermost bamboo fence of the thatched hut.

By the light of the fires outside, Cheng Ruoan could see that this place was completely different from the outside.

It would be more accurate to describe the slums in the mountain village as prisons deep in the mountains.

The refugees were all treated like livestock, shackled in iron chains and kept in a thatched hut by the bandits.

There are four rows of thatched sheds here, like stables, with each shed arranged in a straight line.

A thick iron chain ran through the load-bearing wooden pillar, connecting the shackles on the feet of each of the refugees.

No wonder there's already a fire outside, the bandits are in complete chaos, and none of the refugees who aren't on duty have shown up.

Because they can't get out!

Even if the fire spreads, they won't be able to escape!

If they struggle, they will only collapse the shed, be buried under the collapsing shed, and then be burned to death.

Either way, they'd all be burned to death.

It would be better to just stay in this small place where you usually rest, either sitting or lying down, listening to the painful cries of the bandits who had bullied and harmed your family, imagining that you are avenging your family, and then calmly waiting for death to come.

Too suffocating.

Cheng Ruoan's first feeling upon arriving here was suffocation.

There is no such thing as true empathy in this world.

But when Cheng Ruoan saw those lifeless eyes, she seemed to understand what despair meant.

"Did you start the fire outside?" A hoarse and unpleasant voice rang out from the corner.

It's as if the speaker's throat has been ripped open.

Cheng Ruoan took out the luminous pearl and looked in the direction of the sound. Only then did she realize that it was a thin man with disheveled hair.

You can't tell her age.

However, the clothes he was wearing were so worn that their original color was no longer discernible; they must have been a long gown.

Is he a scholar?

That means we can communicate.

Cheng Ruoan nodded: "It's me."

"how did you do that?"

"Never mind that." Cheng Ruoan didn't have time for idle chatter. "I have my own brilliant plan. I'm here to rescue you. Are you coming or not?"

The man chuckled twice, sounding like a zombie about to eat someone.

"How can you save me?"

He tugged at the long chain.

"Do you think it's too late to go find the keys now?" the man asked, posing a probing question.

How can we save them?

Cheng Ruoan broke out in a cold sweat the moment he thought about the question.

Iron chain.

living people.

space.

A flash of inspiration struck Cheng Ruoan.

She bit her lip, bent over, and reached out to touch the feet of the nearest refugee.

Just as he was about to touch the chain, Cheng Ruoan suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" and then asked in the direction of the scholar, "Are you the leader of the refugees?"

The man seemed to pause for a moment, then snorted and said hoarsely, "Village head."

The village head.

Size is an official position.

That would be easy.

Cheng Ruoan smiled and negotiated with him: "If I can liberate you, could you stop lying here with those world-weary faces waiting to die? If you're going to die, go out and kill a few bandits first, how about that?"

liberation?

Xiao Lang found the word both novel and fitting.

It's so vivid, it inexplicably stirs up a sense of excitement.

Xiao Lang sneered without any hope: "If you can do it, we'll all listen to you, we'll do whatever you say."

"If you want us to live, we will live; if you want us to die, we will die."

As long as this woman can let them die standing up, die freely, then what's wrong with dying!

"it is good!"

Cheng Ruoan touched the iron chain and desperately chanted in her mind, "Space treasure, I want to keep this iron chain, I only want the iron chain, I don't want the shed!"

Just the chains! Just the chains!

Suddenly, all the refugees felt a lightness under their feet.

The chains vanished into thin air!

Cheng Ruoan did not enter the space, but he sensed the iron chain appearing on the open ground of the space with his divine sense.

She was overjoyed: It's done!

When I opened my eyes, sure enough, everyone was staring in astonishment at my bare ankle.

Xiao Lang was so shocked that he almost stopped breathing.

How on earth did she do it? !

Is this woman really a "mountain dweller"?

He looked at the woman, who was dirty, had messy hair, and walked on one foot, with a complicated expression, and couldn't say a word.

Cheng Ruoan pulled a black stick from his sleeve, pointed it at the sky, and shouted:

"Fellow villagers, grab whatever you can! Let's fight those beasts outside!"