After arriving at the rooftop of Building 2, Ye Xing took out a rag from his pocket, tied it behind his head, and covered his face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He didn't want to expose his identity and cause trouble.

After covering his face, he immediately went down the roof staircase.

As he approached the second floor, Ye Xing immediately slowed down and became more vigilant. After becoming a martial artist, Ye Xing's hearing, eyesight and other physical qualities have been greatly improved, and even if he does not use his true qi, he is far beyond ordinary people.

The inside of the building is different from the outside, it is very quiet.

At this moment, the sky was a little dark, and there was a room on the right side of the second floor with faint candlelight. Since the abandoned factory has been abandoned for many years, the power supply has been cut off, and there is no electric light. Therefore, the candlelight was most likely lit by the gangsters.

Ye Xing immediately sneaked towards the room in the corridor on the second floor.

Then, halfway through, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the room in front of me.

Ye Xing's face changed, and he hurriedly used his true qi, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and the whole person flew up, his body was attached to the ceiling of the corridor, his hands and feet were spread out into a gecko-shape, against the edges on both sides of the ceiling, and his eyes looked ahead.

The next moment, I saw a gangster come out of the candlelit room with a pistol in his hand, stand in the corridor and look left and right, but found nothing unusual, and then returned to the room.

"It's really cautious!" Ye Xing's eyes moved, his hands were released, and he landed lightly from the ceiling of the corridor, his feet on the ground, and he landed silently.

After carefully walking forward for more than ten steps, he finally came to the candlelight room, and Ye Xing looked into the window room.

The room was not large, with a lot of garbage and broken tables and chairs, and on one of the old and worn tables was a candle lit, the candlelight crackling and burning, swaying in the wind, emitting a dim light that illuminated most of the room.

I saw two little boys in the corner of the room, their eyes were terrified, their hands and feet were bound by ropes, and they could not move. The two gangsters each held a pistol, and the black muzzle of the gun was directly against the heads of the two little boys. Obviously, if the police dare to come up, they will shoot and kill people at the slightest hint of trouble.

Suddenly-

"Huh!", the candle on the table suddenly went out, and the room suddenly fell into darkness, only the hazy moonlight, and a vague outline could be faintly seen.

"What's the matter, the candle went out so suddenly?"

One of the gangsters was nervous.

"It's okay, it should be blown by the wind!"

Another gangster took the lighter out of his pocket, walked over, re-lit the candle, and the dim light bloomed, and the room was lit again.

"Strange, it didn't seem to be windy just now, did it?"

"Well, it's a bit of an evil sect!"

The two gangsters were talking in the room.

Outside the window, Ye Xing picked up a small pebble from the ground again, looked into the room, ran the "Innate Gong", transported a wisp of true qi to his right hand, and shook the pebble lightly with his index finger and middle finger.

Suddenly, the pebble shot forward at an alarming speed, hitting the center of the candle on the broken table, and the flame was extinguished at once, and the room was plunged into darkness again.

"Damn, hell, why is it extinguished again!" one of the gangsters cursed loudly, walked over, and lit the candle again.

"Kunzi, I heard that this abandoned factory doesn't seem to be clean, do you think there will be ...... in this room? Could it be dirty?" said the other gangster, a little nervous, suspicious, looking around.

"What can be dirty, there is really a ghost, Lao Tzu also shot him. The gangster named Kunzi sneered, and then said a little irritably: "I don't know how Brother Ma negotiated downstairs, it's been so long! ”

"We fled in a hurry, and we took two hostages in total, and if we kill another one, I'm afraid the policemen won't agree to our terms. ”

"Damn, it's annoying to wait. Xiangzi, you guard here, I'll go down and see how the negotiations go!" one of the gangsters immediately got up and walked towards the door.

"Kunzi, where are you going ******, I'm alone here, what if the police sneak in and rush in!" another gangster suddenly shouted.

"You're afraid of a fart, if you dare to come in, you shoot directly, kill one first, and then say. The stout thug said loudly, and was about to head out the door.

Another gangster looked at the black and yellow walls in the room, and then looked at the candles on the table, and couldn't help but feel frightened, and shouted: "This room is gloomy, if you want to go, I will go, you are watching here." ”

"You||mom|just have the guts!" The short and fat gangster said disdainfully: "Okay, then you can go, ask Brother Ma, if those strips dare to agree, let's cut off one of the arms of these two hostages first." ”

"Alright, you look good!" the other gangster immediately got up and walked towards the door.

Outside the room, Ye Xing's eyes flickered with cold light, his feet lightly touched the ground, flew up, and attached himself to the corridor again.

After a while, I saw a gangster walk out of the room and head towards the staircase.

When the gangster happened to pass below, Ye Xing's figure suddenly moved, fell from above, and turned his palm into a knife, and the palm knife hit the back of the gangster's head like lightning, and the gangster fainted before he could make a sound.

In the room,

The stout thug was guarding the hostage in his hand, when suddenly, the room went dark, and the candle on the table went out again without warning.

"Malegobi's, the third time, where did the wind come from, obviously there is no wind, why is the candle extinguished again. The stout scoundrel was furious, and pulled a lighter out of his pocket to light the candle again.

That's when --

"Whoosh!", a figure flashed into the room, and flew towards him.

"Damn, it's a strip! Lao Tzu will kill you!" the stout gangster looked at him fiercely, threw away the lighter, and raised the pistol in his hand.

"Looking for death!" Ye Xing's eyes flashed with a cold light, took out a coin, and threw it out, the coin roared out and shot forward.

"Bell!"

With a soft sound, the coin struck the stout man's wrist with unmistakable accuracy, and before the thug could shoot, the pistol fell to the ground in pain.

The gangster's reaction was also very agile, and he immediately crouched down to pick up the pistol.

His hand was probably only 0.0001 millimeters away from the pistol, but at that moment a gust of wind hit his legs, and he was horrified to find the sole of a shoe enlarged in front of his eyes.

"Bang!"

The sole of the shoe was accurately imprinted on the gangster's face, and a huge force burst out, and the gangster was directly kicked out by Ye Xing, and his body was like a broken sack, slamming on the wall of the room, and then falling to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.