Stumbled all the way out of the factory, and fell a few times because of too much panic, but fortunately, the wind and snow were very strong, and there were no pedestrians on the road, otherwise it would be difficult not to attract the attention of others.

Coming out of the factory is a small road, and going out from this small road is his own community, Su Jing was frightened just now, his mind was not belonging, he didn't pay attention to the road, he just ran forward, and suddenly stepped on a hard thing under his feet, his body slipped, and he fell to the ground again.

"Ahh

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see you, it's all because I stepped on something on the ground just now. Su Jing couldn't stop apologizing, and his heart was flustered, for fear that this homeless man would rely on him, and at the same time turned his head to look at the initiator who tripped him just now, and was stunned.

It was a stick, a long stick stained with blood! The blood was of different shades, some full of traces of time, some obviously fresh. Su Jing thought of the dozen or so corpses just now in an instant, and under the power of his mind, he immediately guessed what had happened.

In that deserted factory, a martial arts master armed with a bloody stick fought with a group of men in black armed with swords, killing them one by one, but he himself was not lightly injured, and he passed out on the side of the road after running here.

Su Jing felt a cool breath coming straight to his head, his scalp was numb, his brain was blank, he had lost the ability to think, and he turned his head to look at the person lying on the ground again.

The man crawled on the ground just now, was hit by Su Jing, and squirmed in pain, revealing the true face of Lushan, an old man, with an extremely old complexion and dirty, but his hair was not gray, his clothes were tattered, and there were blood stains in some places.

Su Jing swallowed and foamed with difficulty, his feet were soft, he staggered forward a few steps, opened a distance from the old man, and then looked at the old man, only to see him lying on the ground, his body was still trembling, and his mouth made a faint sound, and he was still in a coma.

Su Jing calmed down, took a few gulps of cold air, and thought differently. He is a person who is not afraid of even a dozen corpses, and even dares to search for corpses, which can be said to be bold! At this moment, a very likely legendary martial arts master fainted in front of him, and Su Jing actually had the urge to search it again.

"If your judgment is right, this person is the kind of martial arts master uploaded on the Internet, he is very likely to have one or two cheats on his body, he didn't wake up when he hit him hard just now, it can be seen that he fell into a deep coma, the opportunity is rare, do it or not?" Su Jing's breathing became obviously short, and his whole body trembled because he was too excited.

After a long while, Su Jingcai shook his head with a wry smile, and said in a low voice: "I dare to turn over the dead, but I don't dare to turn over the living, let alone a master who took a wooden stick and killed more than a dozen big men with murder weapons?"

Without thoughts, Su Jing's whole person relaxed, exhaled a breath and continued to walk home, but he turned back after a few steps, looked at the old man and was silent for a while, sighed softly, and said: "On such a cold day, even if you lie here and can't die of injury, you will be frozen to death, I'll find you a place." ”

Su Jing was a little unwilling in the end, what he experienced tonight may be an adventure that he would never encounter again in his life, how could he let it go so lightly? Even if he couldn't find any cheats from this old man, it would be good to save him today and have a good fate, maybe in the future, when this old man recovers, he will repay him and pass on martial arts or something, just like the plot in a martial arts novel

Su Jing walked over and picked up the blood stick next to the old man that tripped over him, it was slippery and heavy, it felt like an iron rod, but it was not cold, and it was even slightly warm.

"Is this stick still a treasure?" This thought flashed, Su Jing didn't think much about it, he turned the old man over, his head up, and dragged it in the direction of the community. This old man is not like an ordinary old man, his body is thin and rickety, but like an adult, Su Jing can't hold it, so he can only drag it on the ground, which is extremely laborious.

Outside the trail is the old-fashioned community where Su Jing's family lives, and when he was about to leave the trail, Su Jing first put the old man aside, then ran out panting, and only ran back after making sure that there was no one in the community and continued to drag the old man.

This community is located on the edge of the city, there are no young people, and the residents go to bed early, so there are few houses in the whole community that still have lights, because it is an old-fashioned community, and even the street lights are almost broken, which is convenient for Su Jing, he dragged the old man into the community, and quickly went to the right edge of the community.

Of course, he didn't dare to talk about the old man dragging him home, but on the far right of the community, in the corner next to a residential building, there was a small shed, which was used for piling up debris, and almost no one would pass over in normal times, so that the old man could be hidden there, not only without worrying about being discovered, but also sheltering from the wind.

Su Jing dragged the old man to the shed with great effort, cleared out a small open space in the innermost, dragged the old man in, and then put the blood stick next to the old man, although he coveted the blood stick, he really didn't dare to take it away. Because he was afraid that the old man would freeze, he found a broken felt from the miscellaneous items and covered his body, and after doing this, Su Jing was relieved.

Su Jing was tired and sweaty, his whole body was sore, he took out his mobile phone and saw that it was already eleven o'clock, thought about it and put the thermos cup in his schoolbag next to the old man, and then turned around and left the clutter pile.

When Su Jing's figure disappeared into the wind and snow, the old man in the pile of debris suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, in this dark corner like two bright lights, he stared at the thermos flask for a while, sighed softly, closed his eyes, shrunk into the broken felt, and was silent.

PS: It's not easy to get a new book, so it's a collection.