Chapter 805 Whose people are you?
"Get up! I want to thank you! If it weren't for you, my family would be in danger."
Qiao Ran thanked him sincerely.
The scene just now was too dangerous. She was sure that she would not be able to save all her family members in time. One or two of them would definitely be injured or even...
Mu Er said ashamedly:
"Miss Qiao, after you left the palace, the master suddenly asked me and Mu Qi and Mu Ba to escort you home. We should have been faster and arrived a little earlier."
"It's not your fault. No one could have imagined that something like this would happen. By the way, do you know who those killers are?"
"The group that has died outside are King Ping's men, and this group is..."
Mu Er suddenly looked a little strange, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Whose person?"
Qiao Ran asked calmly, three possibilities flashing through her mind.
The Prime Minister’s Mansion, the Water Palace, and even… the one in the palace.
"Yes……"
"Ran Ran!"
"Sister! Dad!"
Mu Er was about to answer when three people suddenly stumbled over on the mountain path. They were Qiao Erhe, Qiao Sihai and Qiao Dong.
The three of them ran over and were about to ask Qiao Ran if she was okay, but suddenly they saw the injured Qiao Dajiang and nervously surrounded him again.
"Dad! Are you hurt? Is it serious?"
Qiao Dong was not afraid of crying even when facing the terrifying killer, but now when he saw his father who he had just found was injured, the little man burst into tears.
"I'm fine, it's just a minor injury, it will heal soon!"
Qiao Dajiang comforts his eldest son and cares about his two younger brothers.
The ghost doctor had bandaged his wound, but the cloth got wet by the rain, and bright red blood seeped out.
"It's raining so hard. We don't know if grandma and mom are in danger. They will definitely be worried about us when they get home. Let's go back quickly and take these two people alive with us."
Qiao Ran gave orders calmly and everyone quickly got on the carriage, with Qiao Erhe driving outside.
The carriage could not accommodate so many people, and Qiao Ran did not want the dirty blood to dirty her carriage, so she pulled out two thick vines, tied the two killers with broken hands and feet to the back of the carriage, and let them be dragged away by the carriage.
The carriage sped into the valley. As soon as it turned the corner and reached the valley entrance, it saw a large group of people carrying sickles, hoes and sticks running towards this side.
"It was the third brother who brought the villagers to rescue us!"
Qiao Erhe, who was driving the coach, shouted loudly.
Qiao Ran lifted the car curtain and took a look, and sure enough, she saw Qiao Sanhu leading the village's young and old, from eight to eighty years old. All the men, women, and children who could run ran out of the village carrying their "weapons".
As soon as the carriage stopped, it was surrounded by villagers.
"Brother, how are you guys? Did you drive the bad guys away? Is Ranran okay? Is anyone injured?"
Qiao Sanhu's legs seemed to be on Hot Wheels as he ran very fast on the muddy ground. Before he even reached the carriage, he asked loudly and anxiously.
Qiao Ran opened the curtain and leaned out:
"Uncle San, I'm fine. My father and the others are injured. Let's go back first!"
"Okay! I'm glad you're okay!"
The carriage was in front, followed by the villagers.
When they returned to Qingshui Village, Old Lady Qiao, Zheng Huiniang and others were already waiting anxiously at the entrance of the village. They were relieved when they saw that all of them had returned.
Old Mrs. Qiao took the lead in expressing gratitude to the villagers. Everyone got wet in the rain. A dozen strong men were left to guard the Qiao family, while the others went home.
The Qiao family had just entered the door and had not yet sat down when more than a dozen people suddenly rushed in.
"RanRan, are you okay? Is everyone okay?"
Mo Beihan rushed in covered in rain, and nervously pulled Qiao Ran to look her up and down, front and back, left and right.
