Gu Nuo'er's little head is full of entanglements.

However, at this moment, she heard a helpless cry from outside the door——

"Mother! Don't carry my mother away!"

Gu Nuo'er immediately stood up and said, "Seventh brother, did you hear that? That, it seems to be Xiao Yuan's voice!"

Xiao Yuan is Aunt Yu's son.

An unbearable sadness flashed across Kongjue's face.

"Nuoer, don't go out while you sit here, I'll help Miao Yuan take care of the funeral."

"What's the matter?!" Gu Nuoer asked hurriedly.

Aunt Yu is not sick, the little guy has seen it.

How could something go wrong!

Kongjue sighed: "After you leave, I will help the villagers move those sick and unconscious people into the yard,

Unexpectedly, those officers and soldiers suddenly rose up to resist. When they were about to catch Miao Yuan, Aunt Yu went up to protect her, but they broke her head.

Fortunately, the officials in the imperial court came with the soldiers in time, and caught this group of officers and soldiers who did not obey the Holy Order. But when I came back, Aunt Yu was already... Nuoer! you don't go! "

The little guy didn't finish his words, and immediately stepped on his feet and rushed out.

In the Xiaoxiao rain curtain, the three-year-old Xiaoyuan cried very sadly.

He ran and knelt all the way, following the stretcher covered with white linen that was carried by the soldiers.

"Mother--!" He was heartbroken.

Gu Nuoer ran over: "Stop!"

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, turned their heads, and looked at the little girl carved in ice and jade.

Could it be that she is also from Ning'an Village?

Seeing Gu Nuoer, Xiaoyuan immediately ran to her, crying extremely helplessly: "Sister, elder sister, they beat my mother to death, woohoo."

"Impossible, let me see!"

The little guy forcibly calmed down, and his little hand lifted the white cloth directly.

The soldiers wanted to stop it, but it was too late: "Alas—! No way!"

Under the white cloth was Aunt Yu's pale face, with a blood hole on her forehead.

The blood had dried around the wound and had solidified into a deep purple.

Gu Nuo'er hurriedly stretched out her small hand and gently touched her pulse.

Her little face was originally serious, but suddenly turned into a happy joy.

"There is help! There is still breath!"

Aunt Yu still has a pulse. As long as she is still alive, Gu Nuo'er can save her!

She can do it, and she dares to rob people from the underworld!

She raised her head and waved her little hand in the rain: "Quickly carry it to the house, I want to save her!"

The soldiers looked at each other in embarrassment.

"Children, don't make trouble, this..."

"Hurry up!" Gu Nuo'er urged in a solemn voice.

The small face is majestic and cannot be ignored.

The soldiers sighed, thinking that Zhang Yushi and Yongyehou had both confessed that they should be respectful to the people in these villages.

So they had to do the same and carried Aunt Yu back into the house.

Kongjue hurriedly followed along.

Gu Nuo'er asked him to bring a clean handkerchief to wipe the wound on Aunt Yu's forehead.

While wiping the blood, her spiritual power was slowly pouring into Aunt Yu's body.

After a while, Gu Nuoer said, "Seventh brother, bring a bowl of water for my aunt to drink."

After Kongjue fed some water in, Aunt Yu suddenly coughed lightly.

Then slowly opened a slit.

"Mother! Woohoo." Xiao Yuan hurriedly rushed beside her.

Aunt Yu wearily stretched out her hand and touched his head.

"Don't cry, mother is fine."

She seemed to have fallen asleep.

In the dream, it seems that there is a ghost.

But a clear and decisive voice shouted: "Don't take her away!"

Then, she woke up.