Third Young Master Jun turned back in shock and saw Ye Lu jumping down from the driver's seat, eyes wide open as if he were dreaming. Wasn't she already out at this moment?
How could she appear here?
Ye Lu, with a tense face, rushed over, pushed Mei forward, and pulled him to squat beside a stone stool.
They only heard a gunshot in the air, hitting the sophora tree not far from the door.
From the village chief's house, several men carrying guns, with rough skin, sharp eyes, and wearing mountain boots, emerged. They looked far from ordinary peasants; they were patrolling soldiers.
"They are there, don't let them escape, they are spies," Mei, lying on the ground, bitterly pointed towards the position where Ye Lu and he were squatting.
Third Young Master Jun's face changed abruptly, his eyes flashed with firelight, and he grabbed Ye Lu and rushed into the alley between the houses.
Behind them, the messy footsteps sounded rapidly, and the men quickly chased after them.
