“Mr. Gu.” Qian Fu called out in a low voice.
Mr. Gu looked back a little confused and a little panicked.
Qian Fu's voice was choked and he raised his hand to point in Gu Shuo's direction.
Mr. Gu looked along his fingers and became even more panicked. His grandson was holding a little baby in his arms. He couldn't see clearly and only saw the little baby with its arms hanging down.
He panicked, let go of Gu Yuan and ran towards Gu Shuo.
"Grandpa, please slow down and be careful..."
Before Gu Chi finished speaking, Mr. Gu slipped and fell to the ground. After sliding down for a few minutes, he got up without stopping at all.
"grandfather."
Mr. Gu pushed Gu Chi's hand away and stumbled half-climbing, half-running to the top. The steps he lifted under his feet became heavier with each step.
"Is Pang Tuan injured? Is it serious? Call a doctor quickly." He murmured, even a little afraid to step forward.
Gu Shuo just hugged Ye Qianning without raising his head.
Mr. Gu paused for a while and seemed to finally muster up the courage. He walked to Gu Shuo and said, "You brat, don't hold her so tightly that you will suffocate her..."
Gu Shuo slowly raised his head when he heard a familiar voice, his eyes were filled with blood, he opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse: "Grandpa...Grandpa."
Mr. Gu's eyes reflected the little girl's pale cheeks, his heart skipped a beat, and his head suddenly felt dizzy. His hands were shaking so much that he raised them up to touch her face.
Before those hands even touched, he closed his eyes and fell backwards.
"Grandpa, grandpa." Gu Yuan rushed forward to catch him: "Grandpa..."
Gu Shuo trembled again and said hoarsely: "Take grandpa down the mountain."
Gu Chi was so anxious that he looked up at Gu Shuo and the people in his arms, knowing in his heart the outcome of the matter.
"Take grandpa down the mountain." Gu Shuo's voice became heavier.
Gu Chi realized what he was doing, turned over and carried the old man on his back, and walked down the mountain. Sang Yan walked up the mountain and looked at the little man with pale eyes. His voice trembled slightly: "It's raining. Gu Shuo, please take her down the mountain."
"No matter who the people besieged today are, I will make them pay a heavy price." Gu Shuo's voice was loud, as cold as the twelfth lunar month of winter.
Sang Yan stared at his back, feeling that this matter would end badly.
"Help your master up and go down the mountain." Sang Yan said to the guard of the Zhan family.
The Zhan family guards helped Zhan Yi up, and Zhan Yi almost fainted from crying.
Zhan Chi stood up from the ground, with chills spreading all over his body. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes. His face seemed to have changed instantly. Without even looking at Sang Yan, he walked up the mountain.
Sang Yan stared blankly, his scarlet eyes and determination on his face blazing at him...
"I want those who killed her to die, all of them to die, all of them to die, all of them to die..." Sang Zhi suddenly raised his head with a ferocious face, and his voice was also more piercing than ever before.
Sang Yan was stunned again, staring at Sang Zhi in disbelief, ferocious and murderous. Is this still his eighth brother?
"I'm going to kill him, kill him." Sang Zhi got up from the ground with a long sword in his hand.
"Eighth brother." Sang Yan held him back.
Sang Zhi returned his hand, held the long sword, and threw it out.
Sang Yan was in shock, and when he regained consciousness, he quickly stopped his hand, and his wrist was scratched by the sword.
"I'm going to kill him, kill them." Sang Zhi murmured, his eyes as dark as abyss, and he stumbled down the mountain.
Sang Yan stared at his back blankly, and then his eyes fell on Gu Shuo, Zhan Chi and Qian Fanji. Everyone seemed to be crazy as if they were possessed by a demon.
Ye Qianning's death was a huge blow to them and they couldn't bear it.
They couldn't bear it. What about Xiang Minghou who was thousands of miles away?