"Zijun, why don't you go down and help the eldest brother?" Looking at the fight outside, Guo Ya'an's nervous face was covered with sweat, and his little fists were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to go into battle in person to punch the old man for Yan Murong.

"My sister, don't you know how many pounds and taels I have?" Guo Zijun cried and mourned this face and said. "At this time, you let me go, how can I go, if I go, I will also cause chaos for my eldest brother."

"Then we can't do nothing." Guo Yaan said anxiously. "Shall we call the police?"

"It's useless to call the police." Guo Zijun shook his head and said.

"That-" Guo Ya'an hesitated for a moment, and then said with a ruthless face. "Then we'll drive over and knock the old man under the bridge -- you see, he's broken his shoes."

Guo Zijun was speechless, Yan Murong asked him to take people away first, he was worried about Yan Murong, so he didn't leave, at this time Guo Ya'an asked him to go up to help Yan Murong - help, yes, the question is how to help?

He Guo Zijun is also a child of a wealthy family, and the children of wealthy families usually have the habit of fitness, he also exercises, and the muscles on his body are quite strong - but the coach only taught how to exercise muscles, not how to beat people.

"He doesn't have to help." Dong, who had been silent all night, spoke speechlessly. "He can handle it." ――

Yan Murong didn't know that Guo Ya'an was already plotting to drive into him, but he lowered his head and looked at the half-sleeved shirt that had been cut open on his chest with a slight fear.

Just now, Yan Murong turned around and wanted to make the old man dizzy, when he saw the old man constantly listening to the movements around him, Yan Murong took off his sportswear jacket in the process of running, and his body moved quickly to the left, but the sportswear was thrown to the right.

The tracksuit flew up, and the wind blew a "rustle" sound, so the old man was fooled.

Seeing that the old man was deceived, Yan Murong was overjoyed, his figure moved quickly, turned into a claw with one hand, and grabbed the old man's throat - as long as he could hold his throat, Yan Murong was sure to crush his Adam's apple within a fraction of a second.

What made Yan Murong depressed was that although this old man was blind, his reaction speed was really not slow, and when he pounced on Yan Murong's clothes, he already knew that he had been fooled, and the moment Yan Murong rushed over, his body suddenly stopped, his arm swept, and his fingertips pointed directly at Yan Murong's heart.

As a result, Yan Murong's intention to attack the other party's throat was aborted, and his body turned to the side, and two fingers were inserted into the old man's eyes with sunglasses.

If it is inserted, the thin spectacle lens will not be able to stop the power of Yan Murong's fingers at all-blind? Yan Murong thought, even if you are already blind, I will make you blind again.

But the truth is often not as expected, the old man at the critical moment, his cheeks moved to the side, and at the same time, his fingers crossed Yan Murong's chest, and Yan Murong's two fingers only picked off the old man's eyes.

With gray hair, an old face, and two neat rows of big yellow teeth with a grin, he looked like a lonely old man with kind eyebrows, but as soon as these eyes were removed, Yan Murong gasped.

He was a complete materialist, and he never believed that there were any ghosts, gods, or anything like that in this world, but when he saw the old man's face under his sunglasses, he couldn't help but gasp.

The old man's two eyes were indeed blind, but it was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

The two eyes were like two black holes, empty inside, and there were no eyeballs. What makes people feel even more terrifying is that the eye sockets are covered with scars like thin lines, and even some of the skin and flesh are slightly raised, like earthworms.

Although Yan Murong had never seen this situation, he could tell from the scars around his eye sockets that the old man's eyes had been dug out.

"Twenty years." The old man didn't move, but he muttered to himself, as if he was talking to Yan Murong.

"Twenty years later, you're the first person to see what I look like."

"Are you still afraid that you won't be able to see it?" Yan Murong said with a sneer. "Don't tell me that anyone who sees you for what you really are going to be killed."

"Yes, you must die." The old man said, there was no trace of emotion in his voice, and the cold made people shiver all over - this feeling was like going to the North Pole in the middle of winter, and then stripped naked and stood on the wind cusp eating ice cream, blowing an electric fan, and drenching cold water.

"Well, you're humorous." Yan Murong watched the old man's every movement vigilantly, and at the same time made fun of him.

"Like, it's like, haha." The old man suddenly laughed, looked at Yan Murong with his "eyes" for a while, and said. "Especially if there must be a disciple - your character is exactly like your master. Yes, it's really good, I can't kill your master, and it's the same if I kill you. ”

"You're sick." Being stared at by the old man's black hole "eyes", Yan Murong pouted and said. "If you have any enmity with that old man, it's right to find him, what are you stopping me from doing in the middle of the night."

"Sick?" The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, but the laughter was extremely miserable. "Haha, yes, I'm sick, and my eyes are your master's masterpiece - how is it? Isn't it scary? Hahaha. ”

What did the old man do?

Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and his body couldn't help but shudder.

I just shouted and was thinking, to what extent does he have to be perverted~ to do this kind of thing of digging out other people's eyes, emotionally speaking, his empty eyes are still due to the old man.

"Hey, I've already said it, whoever you have a grudge with, you can seek revenge on whoever you have." Yan Murong shouted anxiously. "I can tell you the old man's address, you can go to him for revenge, okay?"

"I will." The old man nodded seriously and said. "However, if you hurt my apprentice, I will kill you now."

"When did I hurt your apprentice?" Yan Murong looked inexplicable. "Damn, old man, can you speak a little bit? -- We don't know each other well, and if I want to sue you for slander, I'll do it one by one. ”

"My apprentice is Chang Xiaopeng." The old man said lightly.

"It turned out to be that ugly guy." Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "That's right, I hurt him - to be honest, you two are a good match."

"Death is death, but can I have a request?" Yan Murong asked discussively.

"Say, I'll satisfy you." The old man seemed to be very satisfied with Yan Murong's performance, and even nodded in agreement.

"Tell me who you are." Yan Murong said. "Even if you want me to die, you might as well make me a ghost, right?"

"Hehehe-hehe-" the old man laughed weirdly. "Boy, listen up, the old man, I won't change my name, I won't change my surname-Mo Ran."