The long knife stabbed by the old sheepskin on the root of the tree cut my shoulder and pushed me down. I sat half-sitting on the ground and leaned my back against the tree hole. Ding Sitian blocked me in front of me. In my haste, I had to hold it with one hand.

The blade of the knife, with one hand through Ding Sitian, was used to support Lao Yangpi's hands holding the knife, but this was a futile move, and the Kangxi sword was pressed down little by little.

Ding Sitian also wanted to help me hold the blade so that the two of them could escape from the knife, but firstly she was not strong enough, and secondly there was no room to maneuver in this narrow tree hole, and my legs were also pinched by Ding Sitian.

Tian suppressed it, even if he tried to lift his foot to push the old sheepskin away, he couldn't.

The only sound left in the tree hole was the grinding sound of clenched teeth due to tension and excessive exertion. At this time, the fat man, whose face was turned green by the yellow leather, struggled to get up from the ground. He saw me, Lao Yangpi and others covered in blood

There was a bloody struggle between them, and their eyes suddenly became bloodshot, giving birth to a murderous intention. His Southern Type 14 pistol was lost somewhere, and when he got up from the ground, he just happened to touch Lao Sheeppi's hunting gun.

, he copied it up and aimed at the old sheepskin who had lost his heart and was about to hit him.

When Ding Sitian saw that the fat man was about to kill him, she probably wanted to speak out to stop him, but at this time, she was under the sharp blade, covered in blood, and her throat was stiff with nervousness. She could not make any sound with her mouth open.

The huge mental pressure finally exceeded the range that she could bear, and her vision went dark and she fainted to the ground.

And I was extremely anxious at this time. I knew that Fatty could just knock down Lao Sheeppi to ease our predicament, and I wanted to stop him. However, Ding Sitian and I were in the same situation, so I used all my strength to block the pressure on my shoulders.

The long-handled knife, the body can no longer feel pain at all, the whole person is in a state of collapse at the touch of a touch, the nerves are stretched to the limit, the mouth cannot control the movement of words, and nothing can come out except gritting the teeth.

Lao Yangpi completely turned into a mindless walking corpse, but when the two imprisoned old yellow men saw the fat man's actions, their eyes were filled with power. Lao Yangpi seemed to have received some kind of induction, and just as the fat man raised his hunting rifle,

At the moment of sharpening, he suddenly drew back the knife and cut back, with a "Kacha" sound, cold light flashed, and the mouth of the hunting blunderbuss in the fat man's hand was cut off with a sharp swish.

When the fat man saw that the hunting musket was broken, he shouted and rushed towards Lao Yangpi. Lao Yangpi cut off the hunting musket with the Kangxi sword. He also tried his best to chop the long knife into the root of the tree on the side. In his haste, it was difficult to pull it out. The fat man was

As soon as he fell to the ground, he opened his mouth and bit the side of the fat man's neck, and immediately tore off a piece of skin and flesh. The fat man had a thick neck because of his thick flesh, and the more blood he saw, the harder he used his hands. He held down the old sheepskin, and with two

People twisted into a ball.

Fatty usually competes with others and rarely meets opponents, because there are basically few people in the same weight class as him. I remember that when I was a child, Fatty was not as muscular as he is now, and no one ever called him "Fatman" or "Little".

"Fat". When he was in the first grade of elementary school, he got nephritis. At that time, the treatment method for nephritis in the hospital was to take medicine, not even injections. After taking the medicine to treat nephritis, he recovered.

However, in those days, being "fat" was definitely a good thing. I had never heard of anyone wanting to lose weight at that time. Being fat meant being rich and healthy. Girls at that time also wanted to marry someone who was fat.

People are not like the current trend of "poor, fat, rich, thin", and fat people have benefited a lot since they gained weight. In the past, people would suffer if they were cruel and had a fight with older children, but since they have gained weight,

After gaining weight and increasing his weight, he would bully anyone he caught and beat anyone he didn't like. His unique skill was the human body pressurizer, which knocked the opponent down, and then he stretched his limbs from top to bottom.

When it was smashed down, the children of all grades in the surrounding schools became extremely angry.

But although the fat man relied on his physical strength and bloody courage, he couldn't control Lao Yangpi for a moment. Lao Yangpi had completely lost his mind, his eyes were dull, like a mad dog, he opened his mouth and bit, and his hands were like iron

Like a pair of pliers, once he grabs hold of her, he won't let go, his nails digging into his flesh.

I almost got stabbed just now. The stab wound on my shoulder was not serious, but I was still conscious, so it probably wouldn’t have damaged my bones. Lao Sheeppi’s stabbing gave me a little breather, and I quickly pulled a piece of my clothes to tie up the bleeding.

At this time, I saw Fatty and Lao Yangpi entangled together, literally fighting for their lives. If they continue to fight like this, someone will be killed, and Lao Yangpi is unconscious. If there is an accident, Fatty accidentally hurts him.

His life must not be accounted for when he returns.

Of course, all this was caused by the two old yellow skins. Lao Yangpi was just knocked unconscious and became a tool for them to kill people. However, it was difficult to think of a way to deal with the yellow skins who could read people's hearts.

, so I was ready to help the fat man hold down the old sheepskin.

I took a step forward and as soon as I stretched out my arm towards the old sheepskin, I felt the scalp on the temples on the side of my face tighten, and someone pulled my hair from behind. Human hair grows in a spiral at the top of the head, on the back of the head and on both sides of the head.

Hair grows in its own way. It's easy to pull it along the direction of hair growth. But I was lying on the ground and leaned forward, and the hand from behind grabbed my hair and pulled it up, almost damaging my scalp.

It was torn off. This handful of hair pulled out my hair and it hurt my heart and lungs.

I didn't need to look back to know who grabbed my hair. It must be Ding Sitian who had just fainted on the ground. She was also restrained by Huang Pizi and had become indistinguishable between friend and foe. I didn't know that Old Huangpizi

The details of this evil spell can only be measured logically. It can only control people in a coma. It seems to be similar to the folk corpse control technique. It is a strange technique that hypnotizes corpses. I heard my grandfather talk about it in our hometown.

, there were similar witchcraft behaviors before liberation. People would not be controlled by them when they were sleeping, but their souls could be directly taken away by them. This is probably because the true fire of Samadhi in the human body is extinguished in the state of coma, and

Because the three real fires on the head and shoulders were weak in sleep, the "Wong Fairy Girl" we met in Wong Tai Sin Temple was completely different from these white-skinned old yellow men. These two yellow men were too good at all.

There are no weaknesses to be found.

Now every move we make is predicted by the yellow leather ones in advance, and it is impossible to hurt them even a hair. Moreover, two of the four of us have lost their minds, and almost everyone is injured. It is only a matter of time that someone dies, no matter what

No matter how hard we struggled, the only ones bleeding were our own comrades, with no chance of winning. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but plunge into deep despair and fear, and even lost some confidence in continuing to resist.

But this idea was quickly dismissed by the pain. The more pain I felt on my body, the more hatred I felt in my heart. I decided to fight to the end. I felt my head was on fire from being pulled by Ding Sitian and there was a huge pain. I didn’t have time to break her hand, so I had to

She turned her head sideways in order to relieve the pain in her scalp. As soon as she turned her head sideways, there was a sudden cold metal touch on her temples. Ding Sitian didn't know when she dropped the "Southern Type 14" pistol that fell to the ground.

After picking it up, I tilted my head to the side, and my temple was just hit by the muzzle of the gun she had pressed down.

My heart tightened. I never imagined that my fathers had finally won the war after eight years of resistance. Today, when the world revolution is about to succeed, I was beaten to death by the Japanese-made Southern Fourteenth Style, and it was me.

The gun fired by Ding Sitian, a close comrade-in-arms, this way of death is really cowardly and tragic. It always kills you inadvertently and unexpectedly, and always develops in the direction you least expect. At that moment, I asked myself whether this was the case.

Is it fate?

From the cold, hard muzzle of the gun poking at my temple to the sound of the trigger being pulled, this moment actually only lasted a second or two, but to my experience, it was a strangely long and torturous time.

The chaotic thoughts seemed to be invisibly slowed down, turning into frame after frame of red slow-motion pictures.

The surrounding sounds seemed to have stopped in the hearing, and only the sound of the tortoise box trigger was left in the ears. After a deathly long wait, even this sound suddenly disappeared, the trigger was not pressed to the end, and the imitation

The Ruger pistol was designed, but the "Southern Type 14" had inherent structural deficiencies. In addition, it had just been thrown hard by the fat man, so it jammed at this life-threatening moment.

The tortoise box is recognized as a suicide gun, because jamming a gun on the battlefield is tantamount to committing suicide, but jamming the gun against my temple is equivalent to saving my life. I didn’t have time to be afraid just now, and I can’t worry about it now.

Fortunately, I raised my hand and grabbed the muzzle of the gun, trying to pull Ding Sitian down from behind.

Unexpectedly, Ding Sitian hit me from behind and punched the wound on my shoulder a few times. I had just bandaged the wound with clothes in a hurry, but it was unable to stop the bleeding. She hit me from behind, and the pain immediately penetrated my bones.

Blood seeped through his clothes and dyed his entire shoulder red.

The fat man over there just happened to hold Lao Yangpi down, and Lao Yangpi was still biting a piece of the fat man's flesh in his mouth. His eyes were split open and he was struggling desperately, but he didn't say a word, and at this time, the four of us

There was blood all over the body, as if it had just been slaughtered, and no one could see anyone's face clearly. The situation seemed extremely terrifying.

The two yellow skins in the corner of the tree hole stretched out their limbs and climbed along the tree roots to the top of the hole. Apparently they were worried that the bloody fight in the hole would affect them, so they tried to hide as far away as possible and cling to the old tree.

On the dry bark, people turned around and stared here with gloating, with a strange and vicious green light flowing in their eyes. I reluctantly held Ding Sitian down while looking up at the pair of yellow-skinned men. I was struck by the green

As soon as the light was taken, the feeling of being physically and mentally exhausted spread through every fiber of his being again.

I didn't dare to look at Huangpizi's eyes anymore, but I had already scolded Huangpizi's ancestors for eight generations. Now the blood is not stopping, and I gradually feel that I am powerless. If this crisis is not solved as soon as possible, there will be no survivors.

I have always believed that Huangpizi's soul-capturing and mind-reading skills interfere with people's hearts through their eyes. As long as we try to make their eyes lose their sight, we can get rid of the current predicament.

I took a chance, grabbed a handful of sand on the ground, and threw it at the pair of yellow leathers. White shadows flashed on the tree hole, and the yellow leathers had already avoided it, but I didn't expect that a handful of sand would be effective.

, I just hope to take the opportunity to disrupt their actions so that Fatty and I can free our hands to deal with them. Although these two old yellow men can judge people's actions in advance, the terrain in this tree hole is narrow. If Fatty and I attack at the same time,

You might have a chance to catch them by taking advantage of the terrain.

The two cunning yellow-skinned beasts seemed to have seen through my thoughts, and came towards me with a bit of mockery. I cursed in my heart: "Flat-haired beasts, you go too far to deceive people." But even if I knew it, I would reach out to catch them.

, no matter how hidden the action is, it will only miss the mark and have to turn a blind eye.

At this time, the fat man had tied Lao Yangpi's hands behind his back with his belt. Seeing me holding Ding Sitian down, he wanted to come over to help. But as soon as he got up, Lao Yangpi, who was tied behind his back, suddenly stood up and gave him a headbutt.

Hitting the fat man's abdomen, the fat man was caught off guard. Even though Lao Sheeppi was dry and dry, he was a thin old man, but he had lost his mind and didn't know where he got such strength. Even two or three young men might not be able to hold him down now.

.

The head hit was so hard that the fat man was thrown backwards and his back hit the inner wall of the tree trunk hard, as if a wall had fallen down, causing the tree hole to shake and get stuck.

Another piece of the Guanyin vine at the entrance of the cave also fell. Only half of the hollow old tree was left at the edge of the hole. The gap between it and the ancient vines widened again, and the visibility at the bottom of the cave also improved a lot. Although the gap was large, it was due to the vines.

There are many hard thorns on the body, and even a cat-like yellow skin cannot crawl out. They and we are still in an almost closed narrow space.

In this chaos, I suddenly found that as the light in the tree hole became brighter and brighter, the two yellow-skinned animals seemed to be greatly frightened, and quickly slipped into the still dark corner, but

Their will-o'-the-wisp eyes are now much darker, no longer so creepy.

My heart suddenly brightened. It turned out that these old yellow men were afraid of light. The stronger the light, the darker the will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes. Ding Sitian, who was held down by me, gradually became quiet. It was most likely because of the change in light that Huang

The power of leather to control people's souls has weakened, and my hands and feet are getting weaker and weaker, but I know that this opportunity is like a desperate situation. If I don't take this opportunity to kill these flat-haired beasts, I am afraid that I will never live in peace.

Thinking of this, I ignored the bleeding and raised my hand to grab the long knife that was chopped on the root of the tree. I was about to pull out the knife and kill the old yellow men cleanly, but in the blink of an eye,
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