Chapter 292 Would It Be a Trap?

It rained heavily. The rain covered everything, and it sounded like waves and tides.

Clatter!

Buckskin boots were heavily stepped into the puddles in the mud. The muddy water splashed on all sides, leaving a hollow shallow pit. Then, it was quickly covered by muddy water again.

On the official road, five swordsmen buried themselves in black rushing through the rain quickly, the mud at their feet splashing. They were in a hurry and looked back from time to time. Blood kept oozing from their clothes soaked by the rain, running down their bodies with the rain.

The person in the middle wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat was a middle-aged man with a tough look on his face. Covering his chest, he looked pale, but he never looked back. He kept gritting his teeth and staring ahead, with hate and eagerness in his eyes.

North was ahead, and Hedong was in the north. He was on the way home, but he might not be able to r