The fruit knife in Qin Lang's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, the master was a person who had never known fear, listening to his tone just now, something must have happened.

What kind of person wants to deal with the master, how can the master, a waste collector, have an inextricable grudge with someone.

Before he had time to think about it, Qin Lang rushed out of the door, stopped a taxi that was wandering around like a fool in the middle of the night, and rushed directly to the master's house.

On the way, Qin Lang called several times, but no one answered.

Qin Lang urged the taxi master, hurry up.

The master said, "Little brother, no matter how fast the car is, it will be wasted." ”

Qin Lang sat in the co-pilot's seat and glanced at the speedometer, it was already 140, and this kind of speed was already the limit of the antelope.

The engine has changed its voice a little, and the body is already shaking a little.

Originally, it was a thirty-minute journey, but Qin Lang arrived in less than twenty minutes, and when he got out of the car, he threw down a hundred yuan, and before he had time to find the money, he ran directly along the alley.

Qin Lang saw two cars in front of his master's new house, one was a Toyota bread and the other was a Land Rover.

There was the sound of sticks clinking together in the courtyard, but there was no sound of speaking.

Qin Lang only remembered at this time that he hadn't taken anything.

Looking around, there is a small tree with the thickness of a bowl in front of the door that can still be used. It's just that there are too many branches.

Qin Lang kicked the tree off from a place of more than ten centimeters on the ground, and removed the crown above.

Carrying a wooden stick of less than two meters, he rushed directly into the yard.

There were fifteen or sixteen people in the courtyard, all young men, all with machetes in their hands, shining in the light.

Master Wang Mingyi was trapped in it, bleeding from his body, and he didn't know where he was injured.

Qin Lang shouted, "Master, I'm here." ”

The wooden stick that was dripping with juice in his hand smashed into a person's body at once.

I don't know how much force it used, but the man flew out sideways and hit two of them.

When these people saw someone coming to help, they didn't panic, but divided a few people to surround Qin Lang in the middle.

"Grab your stuff and go." Wang Mingyi threw over a small black bag.

"Master, let's rush out together." Qin Lang shouted while fighting back.

"I can't do it, you can go quickly." When Wang Mingyi spoke, he was slashed in the back again, and his body staggered, and he almost fell.

Qin Lang didn't know where the strength came from, so he picked up the wet and heavy stick in his hand, and knocked down two more for a while.

"Ah......" Qin Lang heard the master scream.

When he turned his head, he saw that the master had been stabbed in the stomach, and when the knife came out, his intestines also came out, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Nima." Qin Lang is really crazy, Rouge died tragically in front of him, and now he has fallen to his own master.

Qin Lang smashed a stick on the back of the man who stabbed the machete into the master's stomach, and when the man flew out, a mouthful of blood splattered from the air, as if it was a beautiful firework that fell.

Qin Lang jumped over and helped the master up, his intestines were still outside.

There was a brief silence, and Qin Lang felt like countless pairs of ghostly eyes were looking at him.

Wang Mingyi stuffed his intestines again, tore off his clothes and strangled them on the wound, and said, "Hurry up and take the money away." ”

Qin Lang put the master on his back, tied him with his own clothes, and said, "Master, born together, died together, I can't leave you behind." ”

"Qin Lang, you put Wang Mingyi down, you can go by yourself." In the corner a man spoke.

Qin Lang felt that this voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw that the person who spoke turned out to be the third master he met in prison.

"How are you?" Qin Lang suddenly couldn't understand it. Could it be that the third master has something to do with the master?

"Don't ask, I won't embarrass you, you go." The third master spoke in a cold tone, as if he didn't know Qin Lang at all.

"Kill him." Wang Mingyi's voice was very weak.

Qin Lang knew that the master's words were correct.

"Kill ......" Qin Lang roared angrily and rushed towards the third master.

There were two people who came over to Qin Lang, and they were kicked by Qin Lang and solved the battle with a stick, and it was too late for others to think about it.

The third master knew that Qin Lang was powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

One hand had already grabbed the third master's neck, and the third master wanted to fight back, but it was too late, with a crisp click, the third master's head rotated 180 degrees, and his body fell down a little reluctantly.

"Let's go." Wang Mingyi said in Qin Lang's ear in an extremely weak voice.

Qin Lang carried Wang Mingyi on his back, rushed out of the courtyard, and got into the woods behind Liugou Village.

Qin Lang only felt that there was wind in his ears, he didn't know how far he had run, he had no strength in his legs, and his face, back, and thighs were all sweaty.

Qin Lang really couldn't run, he looked at a mountain in front of him, went along the rugged mountain road, and after turning a corner, he found a flat bottom, and behind the flat ground was a black cave.

On the left side of the cave, a mountain spring flows down from it, making a gurgling sound.

ran so far, I don't know what happened to Wang Mingyi.

Qin Lang shouted as he put Wang Mingyi off his back.

"Master, master." Qin Lang gently patted Wang Mingyi's face with his hand.

"Water." Wang Mingyi's first sentence when he woke up was one word.

Qin Lang held the water in his hand and gave the master a few sips, and Wang Mingyi seemed to have a little spirit.

He smiled at Qin Lang and said, "Look, it's really useless." ”

Qin Lang asked, "Master, you bear with me first, and I'll take you to the hospital." ”

"No need." Wang Mingyi coughed violently, and the wound on his mouth and stomach was gurgling with blood.

After a long time, Wang Mingyi stopped coughing, laboriously pointed to the bag that Qin Lang was carrying, and said: "It is my life's savings, you can take it away, don't go back to take revenge, you can't do it now, lie down and taste the guts." ”

Wang Mingyi was very tired, and the beads of sweat on his face kept falling.

"Master, stop talking, I'll take you to the hospital now." Qin Lang's tears fell on Wang Mingyi's face.

"Listen to what I'm talking about." Wang Mingyi's intention seemed to have become very hasty.

"Remember, don't go for revenge, lie down and try your guts, you are no match for them now." Wang Mingyi said with great difficulty.

Qin Lang nodded, letting tears fall on Wang Mingyi's face.

Wang Mingyi stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Lang's dragon-shaped gold medal, wanting to speak, but there was another violent cough.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, Wang Mingyi's eyes looked at Qin Lang, and his hand was clutching the gold medal.

"Master." Qin Lang shouted. Wang Mingyi's hand let go, and he hung down weakly, his eyes still looking at Qin Lang.