The Widowed Mother, a Valiant General

Most of the other soldiers were near Xue Yan. They formed a simple formation of crossbow bolts, luring 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 approach the Hu Man holding the torch. She could still hear the cries of Widow Ma and the slaps on her body. Gradually, the cries died down, eventually becoming a low wail.

Stealthily circling to the back of the group, with the tail of this group, Lu Qing approached the last of the Hu.

He was a tall and muscular man with a slightly dark complexion and prominent facial features. He had thick curly hair and was wearing a military uniform that Lu Qing had never seen in movies or television dramas before.

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, and the man quickly turned around. His footsteps were light as he walked towards Lu Qing's hiding spot like a cat.

This was her only weapon, and her only chance was to kill herself with a single blow. Once she was captured by this kind of person, she would have no chance of survival.

Closer.

Lu Qing held his breath. Based on the mottled tree shadows cast by the torches in the distance and the shadow of this person, he saw the right timing and threw out a punch from behind the tree.

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

However, this man from the Qiang Clan was not an average person. The moment he felt the flow of air change, he instinctively started retreating. As a result, Lu Qing's punch missed.

The man from the Qiang also grabbed the fist that was swung out. He pulled her forward and pulled Lu Qing's small body along with him.

Even though the light was dim, the Qiang man still saw Lu Qing's face. Light instantly shone out of his deep eyes, and the purpose of such a tug was to hold Lu Qing in his arms.

Lu Qing had already expected that he would grab her hand, so she followed suit. The moment she was about to jump into the arms of the Qiang people, she struck out with her other hand at an incredible speed!

Crack! Crack!

With another familiar sound, the man let go of Lu Qing's hand and covered his neck with both hands before kneeling on the ground. Lu Qing quickly pulled him behind a tree and struck him in the temple with another heavy blow.

After waiting for a while, they found that Qiang was no longer breathing. Lu Qing carefully came out from behind the tree and continued to follow the group of Hu men.

The two short, stocky men at the back of the line seemed to have noticed that the Qiang people were gone. They started mumbling to themselves and continuously looked behind them.

The line in front slowed down as well, especially as a tall, burly figure walked up to the two of them. After speaking a few words to them, he turned to look in the direction Lu Qing had come from.

Lu Qing instantly felt as if he 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 glowed with a golden light under the light of the fire; his gaze was ice-cold and cruel.

Not daring to advance any further, Lu Qing tried his best to integrate himself with his 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 the man's face: tall nose, deep eyes, long hair, slightly curled up, and especially the pair of golden eyes. He didn't seem like a human at all; savage, berserk, 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.