Chapter 157 Ordinary People

A few seconds later, there was a "dengdengdeng" sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, the sound was heavy and muffled, like many pairs of heavy boots hitting it.

They went upstairs.

Now Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng were very passive, they were about to be blocked by the village chief and others in the corridor on the third floor.

Chen Xiaomeng and Jiang Cheng acted almost at the same time, and they ran to Room 307, whose door was still open.

The former swung the wooden chair beside the table and smashed it directly against the window. After a harsh cracking sound, the wooden chair broke through the window and fell heavily on the street outside the window, making a "bang".

There were people coming and going on the street, and Chen Xiaomeng hoped to attract the attention of passers-by.

But when she looked out from the broken window frame, her heart was instantly chilled. There were still pedestrians on the road, but no one noticed what had just happened.

The street vendors were still hawking, and two women with vegetable baskets passed by the wooden chair, as if they had no idea of ​​the wooden chair thrown in the middle of the road.

This was too weird.

But this is a nightmare, a place that cannot be guessed by common sense.

Jiang Cheng pulled the quilt hard, then picked up the kerosene lamp and rushed back to the corridor.

Chen Xiaomeng also rushed out with him. After all, they both knew that being trapped in the room would be a more miserable death.

At this time, several burly men also rushed out from the stairs, about 5 or 6 people, all with dark skin. The leader had a beard, triangular eyes, and a fierce face.

Jiang Cheng recognized the two people behind him. When the village chief led the team to put out the fire in the Qian Family Ancestral Hall, these two people followed in the team.

It’s just that the appearance of these people is really miserable. Several of them are gray and covered with small bloodstains.

The man on the right hand side of the bearded man had blood on half of his leg. He just wrapped it with a cloth strip a few times to stop the blood from seeping out.

When they stared at Jiang Cheng, their eyes were filled with murderous intent, but when they looked at Chen Xiaomeng, the murderous intent suddenly dissipated and turned into a primitive desire.

Chen Xiaomeng clenched the wooden hairpin in her hand.

"Third boy!"

A voice came from behind the stairs, as if suppressing extreme anger.

The village chief was supported by someone and appeared on the stairs. The person who supported the village chief was not someone else, but the tall and strong man with dark skin. Jiang Cheng had stuffed him a steamed bun.

The crowd dispersed, and the village chief stood in the middle with an extremely ugly face. The disguised good appearance was replaced by a hideous one. Now he only wanted to cut Jiang Cheng into pieces.

That woman must die too, the village chief stared at Chen Xiaomeng.

But not now.

"Dad," the bearded man in the lead had bloodshot eyes, "My eldest brother was blown to death by them, and my second brother was also seriously injured."

The village chief, whose real name is Qian Jianguo, gritted his teeth and said, "Your fourth uncle was also killed by them, come on! Kill that man, and take the woman back!"

"Whoever kills that man, the woman is his!"

The men rushed up with a roar as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Although they were injured, the fierceness of the mountain people was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. They stared with their eyes wide open, and their black and white pupils were full of bloodshot, and they didn't even have weapons in their hands.

Perhaps they felt that they couldn't use it to deal with such a few ordinary people.

But Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng were not ordinary people that they could understand. The space in the corridor was small and could only accommodate three people in parallel, so even if the village chief and his men were more, they could only rush up a few people at the same time.

A man in brown cloth and a strong physique waved his fist and hit Jiang Cheng with a fierce momentum.

In his impression, the thin man in front of him would faint even if he didn't die after being hit by his punch.

But just when he thought he had a sure win, the man in front of him swayed and barely avoided the punch, and then a flash of cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

His movements stagnated, and then his throat gradually became slightly hot, and then suddenly cracked, and a large amount of hot blood spurted out, even splashing on the ceiling.

The life in the man's eyes quickly disappeared, and he knelt on the ground with a plop. The next second, the whole person fell to the ground and never got up again.

The brightly polished iron sheet in Jiang Cheng's hand was flowing with bright red marks.

All this happened in an instant, so that the other dark man who rushed towards Jiang Cheng didn't see what was going on at all.

He swung his strong arm and smashed it horizontally at Jiang Cheng.

He bent his elbow to block, and Jiang Cheng didn't even dodge, just took the man's blow.

After this attack, Jiang Cheng was fine, but the man's face changed instantly. He felt as if he had hit a tree.

After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Cheng took a step forward and hit the man's chest with a hard elbow.

The man became light and fluttery, as if he was hit by a battering ram. He was almost knocked away by the huge force and hit the wall behind him.

His heart stopped suddenly and his mind went blank.

Something fell from his clothes.

It looked like a fragment of a piece of clothing, black, with elegant lace edges, and the exquisite workmanship was not a product of this era.

Jiang Cheng's hand, which had already stabbed the man's heart, suddenly stopped.

A feeling that could not be described spread in Jiang Cheng's eyes, and took the initiative in an instant. His pupils shrank slightly, and his black and white eyes were like ink.

A cold light flashed, and the man who was sitting on the ground lost his right hand.

Just when he was about to scream, the iron sheet accurately inserted into the place where his arm and shoulder were connected, and embedded deeply into the bone gap of the shoulder joint.

The cartilage tissue was destroyed, and Jiang Cheng did not release the force, so he kept making "squeaking" sounds.

The screams echoed in his ears, and Jiang Cheng wiped the blood splashed on his face with his backhand.

On the other side, Chen Xiaomeng also solved his opponent.

It was the bearded man.

Listening to their conversation, the bearded man was the son of the village chief.

The man rushed over to Chen Xiaomeng, but he didn't expect that Chen Xiaomeng was not one of those weak women who could only cry. After a few moves, the latter accurately cut his tendons in his hands and feet.

The man now collapsed on the ground like a useless person.

"Third son!"

The village chief's eyes were almost dripping with blood.

He had three sons in total. The eldest son stepped on a landmine on the way here and died. The second son was also affected by the explosion and his lower body was seriously injured. Now the third son

"Dad, help, ah ah!!"

The bearded man was interrupted by a scream before he finished speaking.

Chen Xiaomeng crushed his thumb and then twisted it slowly with the heel of his shoe.

Three sturdy men were dealt with by the two men in an instant, which was unexpected by the village chief and everyone he brought with him.

Although they were outnumbered at the moment, after all, his son was in the hands of others, and the village chief did not dare to act rashly, fearing that the other party would be in trouble and leave his family, which had already been tortured by the ghost, without descendants.

The next second, in the shocked eyes of everyone, Jiang Cheng, with an expressionless face, picked up the man who was slumped on the ground, grabbed his head with his hands, and slammed him against the wall.