The moment I put the porcelain knife against the old man's neck, I didn't use much force, but the porcelain knife was too sharp, and it still pierced his neck, causing a stream of blood to flow down.

The old man is quite aware of current affairs, he knows his passivity, at this moment, he is more calm than me, and he does not move.

Although I couldn't communicate with him, I gently lifted the knife and pushed him out, and he immediately felt it and became very cooperative.

Behind him, there were actually several other men, who were about to enter the adobe house one after another, but they were undoubtedly blocked at the door due to this change.

These men all had a bit of a sense of enthusiasm, and they looked at me and the old leader, and they were all ready to move.

The old leader muttered a few words, and suppressed them.

In this way, I "held" the old man, and we walked out of the house together.

At this time, outside the adobe house, there were more people around, there was a kind of three-story posture inside, three-story outside, the three female men squatted in front of a few firewood sticks to be burned, in addition, there were some female villagers and men with small crossbows, they all stared at me coldly.

I intended to use the old man as a shield to find an opportunity to escape from the village. I also remember that one of these villagers had spoken to me in Chinese.

I simply shouted at the top of my voice and asked this person to stand up and communicate with me.

There was a short man hiding in the crowd, he was also quite distinctive, he was a cross-eyed.

He shouted to me, don't mess around, everything is negotiable.

This time it was my turn to ignore his shouts, and I told him to tell the others to make a way for me, or the old man would be bloodied.

In order to deter these people, I deliberately put a little effort into my hands.

The porcelain knife stabbed deeper, and the blood coming out of the old man's neck became thicker, but I also held the scale, so that his life was not in danger.

When these villagers saw the blood, they were a little flustered. As soon as Cross-Eyed translated my words, some of them sprang into action.

A path appeared before my eyes. I took the old man and walked over there step by step.

If nothing goes wrong, my plan will be successful, and who knows that suddenly a bear child will appear.

This bear kid's brain is not very smart, or a bit of a cheat. He cried fiercely, screaming at the old man, Dad, Dad.

I guess the local dialect in this village, in calling dad and mom, is very similar to Chinese, so I can hear it and know the relationship between this child and the old leader.

The boy had suddenly made a mistake, and he looked like he was seven or eight years old, but he rushed over without hesitation, picked up his little fist, went around me, and hammered it at me.

The punch hit me in the leg, and to be honest, it didn't hurt at all, not even like a tickle.

In other words, an ordinary person can kick this bear child aside with a direct kick, but I admit that at this moment, I suddenly became merciful.

I'm afraid that the bear child will be so messy, I don't want to be affected, and even the strength in my hand is not accurate, so that the porcelain knife will move or something.

With the sharpness of this porcelain knife, I used a little bit of strength, and the consequences were very serious.

I didn't want to kill innocents, so under the influence of my subconscious, I deliberately lifted the porcelain knife, and I didn't clean up this bear child.

I've been pressing Zhang Fan in my heart, and this bear kid has reminded me of my memory and made me think of Zhang Fan.

I let the bear kid thrash around. And the bear child became more and more addicted, and after two more thrashes, he grinned, pounced on me, and bit me the thigh.

I snorted in pain. In such a distraction, a female man squatting next to the firewood stick stood up suddenly.

She held up a stick of firewood, which had been wrapped in rags and poured with black oil, and made me rush over.

I admit that this female man is also a brutal master, and by doing so, she will only make the old man more passive and stimulate me to kill.

But in my head at this moment, reason prevailed.

I was so forced by her and the bear child that I put away the old man as soon as I put away my knife.

The old man staggered a few steps to the side, and finally he fell to his knees on one leg.

He raised his hand and pressed his neck hard, trying to stop the bleeding first, and he also turned his head to look at me, his expression was very surprised.

And while I ensured his safety, I was unlucky.

I was bitten by a bear child for a while, and I couldn't get out. I watched as the stick of firewood ran to the top of my head.

With a bang, I was really hit for a while, and there was a clicking sound on the firewood stick, which probably caused some internal injuries after hitting my head.

My eyes were black, and I swayed and held on, so I didn't let myself fall.

The woman was very active in another sneak attack, and she raised the stick of firewood.

The moment she struck me with the stick of firewood, I heard the old man mutter, but I didn't know what he was saying, and I fainted......

I fell asleep groggily, and all of a sudden, I felt very cold and violently excited.

I opened it and looked.

He looked like he was in a cellar, with two torches hanging from two corners. The light from the torches is not strong, so it is only dim and dark.

Also, the smell of earth here is so bad that I want to cough.

My clothes were piled up in the corner, and now I was wearing only trousers, and my hands were tied to a chair behind my back, so to speak, the rope on my body was also wrapped three times inside and three times outside.

And I just got so excited because someone poured a big scoop of cold water on me.

I looked in front of me, and there was another person in the cellar besides me, the woman who had knocked me unconscious.

She originally had a gentleman's face, but at this moment she was strained, and it seemed that she had no femininity at all.

I realized I had been captured. I tried struggling a few times.

Don't look at the ropes that bind me a lot, and they are very tight, but I suddenly had an idea, this kind of binding method is not difficult, and it only takes a little time to break free from it.

I wondered, how could I have such a strange thought? And at this moment, the villain in my brain did not appear, and this trick was not guided by it.

I frowned. But I didn't have my hands idle, and this is where I started to break free.

I curled my hands into a ball and tried to get them out of the trap first.

The woman didn't know my little movements, and she couldn't see them. At this time, she took out a posture to look at the captive.

She was still pointing at me and muttering. I tasted her tone, as if she was accusing me.

I guess it has something to do with the so-called "voyeurism", they all say that women are careful, and I have seen it today.

She spoke for a long time, and she became more and more angry, until at last she walked into a corner.

There is a small folding knife on the ground here, which is estimated to be a foot long when fully unfolded.

After the woman held the folding knife, she gestured at the crotch of her pants again, and she laughed cruelly.

I chuckled in my heart, and I understood what she meant. I said in my heart this black, she wants to castrate me!