Chapter 113: The Death of the Mountain Ghost

More than 9 years ago, when Yaozu was in Columbia University and called Wenjing for 1 consecutive day, the busy sound from the other side was still the same, and he was nervous like an ant on a hot pot.

Obviously, everything should have been arranged, and he threatened the old man with not returning home 3 months ago, so that he accepted the abolition of the rule that the nobles of Baylor Village could not intermarry with the untouchables, and took care of Wenjing's grandson who was about to give birth.

Yaozu felt that this was a safe deal, after all, Zhenting was only one of his sons, and even if Wenjing was a pariah, she was their grandson after all. The most important thing is that on his 18th birthday, the old man had already told him about the sale of the secret realm of Baylor Village, which was an unknown sea of poppies, and it was the best poppy cultivated by the best flower species handed down during the Qing Dynasty.

The goods in Baylor Village are directly supplied to the Silver Triangle every year, in exchange for hundreds of millions of rich returns. This is the most lucrative and darkest business in Baylor Village. Those who know that the secret realm exists in zài, there are no more than 100 people in the whole village, and they are all nobles.

When the heir reaches the age of 18, he or she learns the secret, and when he succeeds him as the head of the village, he obtains the only key to the secret realm, and holds the lifeblood of the prosperity or decline of Baylor Village.

The village chief always cruelly sent the terminally ill and dying of the untouchables into the secret realm, helping to take care of the sea of flowers and refining opium until he died in it.

When he learned the news, Yaozu was shocked, but for the sake of his wife and children, he accepted the family's original sin, promised to continue to take care of the sea of flowers, and after returning from his studies, he tried to find another way out of Baylor Village, in exchange for the approval of his wife and children.

But recently, he suddenly cut off contact with Wenjing, obviously it was approaching the due date at the moment, but Wenjing didn't even make a phone call.

Just when Yaozu was anxiously about to hang up the phone to his family, his father called first.

"Yaozu, you have to listen calmly to what I am going to say next...... Wenjing died in childbirth, and the child ...... Didn't keep it. ”

Yaozu couldn't believe his ears at all, and his whole person collapsed in an instant, that feeling, Shen Ming understood. Fortunately, Shen Ming still has a target for revenge, but Yaozu can't do anything but blame himself.

He hurried home and hurried to the mourning hall erected in the village of Baylor. Zhenting is still benevolent and righteous, although Wenjing did not enter the door of the prince's mansion, Zhenting still recognized this daughter-in-law and set up the mourning hall in the prince's mansion.

Yaozu couldn't kneel down in the mourning hall, and on the day of the funeral, he went crazy and made a fuss, accusing his father of not taking good care of his wife and children. Just after the first seven, Yaozu ran back to the United States, and since then he broke with the family, and after a year, the pain has not healed, and he made an oath to take the life of the old man's dog.

"You are really your father's good son, but your wife and children are dead but you want to be angry with your father, and you still don't die? If I were your father, I would rather paint you on the wall than let you be born. After listening to all the stories of Yaozu, Shen Ming didn't have any sympathy, some were just disgusted.

As the saying goes, the son does not hate the father, and the dog does not hate the family, the father and son should be this kind of emotion that is beyond the rights and wrongs of the world.

"You don't understand anything at all, I'm not angry, but the old man has planned from the beginning to make my wife and children gone!" Yaozu gritted his teeth and said, "Originally, I was grateful to the old man for letting Wenjing's mourning hall be set up in the prince's mansion, but the strange thing is that since I recognized Wenjing's daughter-in-law, why didn't she leave her name on the family tree, but buried the body in our family's ancestral grave."

The old man is the most feudal rule, and burying a person with a foreign surname in our ancestral grave is more uncomfortable than killing him.

Just the day before the first seven, I braved the rain to dig up Wenjing's coffin...... It's empty inside! ”

Shen Ming trembled at this moment, but it was by no means for this emotional story, just because 30 years away, in front of a slingshot and wild duck game booth, a group of people were laughing and beating ducks for prizes. Among them, there was a man in a black trench coat who stood still without a bow, and the little brother in the queue behind him was urging him, and the voice coincided with the voice in Shen Ming's headphones.

Got it!

Shen Ming's action of raising his hand to pull the bow was consistent with the efficiency of Yaozu turning around and pulling the bow, and Yaozu, who was also equipped with a modern military slingshot, pulled the bowstring full. Maybe his hand strength is only enough to support him to pull 10 strands of rubber bands, and the lethality can only cover 30 meters, but for the two of them, the difference in space, weapons, strength, and reactions between the two of them is almost non-existent.

Shen Ming and Yaozu let go of the bowstring at the same time, and two steel balls of the same size flew against each other, and they actually collided together in mid-air, and there was a thunderous "Bang!" A loud bang sparked a dazzling fire, and the two steel balls that changed the flight trajectory broke the square wooden stake pillars of the stall next to him, and the other shattered the huge vase on the booth.

The sudden change frightened the people around them, and they were at a loss and had no way to escape, they had not been trained to evacuate, and there were no buildings in the village that had been hit by planes, and their awareness of anti-terrorism security was weak.

"Get down!" Shen Ming's deep voice resounded in the sky, giving the best command to a group of helpless passers-by.

The passers-by around instinctively all lay on the ground, leaving the street to two snipers with slingshots in their hands.

The slingshot's killing method is far more varied than that of a sniper rifle, but changing the way it is delivered can create a completely different shooting effect, such as Yaozu's superior light skills, which maintains a high dodge with high mobility, and the arm uses a half-suspended instantaneous second. Maybe this kind of steel ball bullet was not enough to penetrate Shen Ming's body, but it was enough to break his bones and sink into his soft tissues.

Shen Ming doesn't like to jump around, every time he shoots and pulls the strings, the efficiency of one shot per second makes the steel balls shot out like Barrett's armor-piercing warhead, and the wooden stall used by Yaozu as a cover is punched into a fist-sized hole, just looking at the appearance of sawdust splashing everywhere is quite scary.

As for Yaozu's continuous shooting, Shen Ming dodged most of them with a priority ballistic judgment, and some of them that really couldn't be dodged were not too difficult to connect with hard muscles.

The two of them shot at each other for half a minute, and Yaozu's disadvantage was exposed, he pulled the bow too much per unit of time, and it was difficult to maintain the highest level of muscle strength, and the lethality and rate of fire of the steel ball were reduced.

Although Shen Ming was hit by no less than 4 steel balls, the location where he was hit was bruised and swollen, and blood beads were squeezed out of the pores, but it basically did not affect his ability to draw a bow and fight.

"Yaozu, you're done." Shen Ming kept the strings full and walked forward with a lame posture, his right foot calf was hit the heaviest, and he couldn't walk freely.

And the mountain ghost was so tired that his fingers were twitching, and he sat on the ground resting with his back against a wooden signboard light box.

"! I lost my first time playing slingshot in my life...... What the hell are you monsters? Not a sniper? Why do you even understand the hard qigong of melee combat?! "Yaozu lost convincingly.

When he was confident that the steel ball that could penetrate the thin iron plate hit Shen Ming, all he saw was a partial bruise, and his heart was immediately congested. This guy doesn't have a death hole at all, it's a demon born to kill.

"I promised the village chief to try to spare your life, but only as much as I could." Shen Ming coldly ordered, "Drop your weapon, hold your head in your hands, and come out and surrender." ”

"You win, but you can't change anything." Yaozu's slingshot was thrown onto the street next to him.

According to Shen Ming's instructions, Yaozu walked out from behind the wooden signboard with his head in his hands, and the 178-headed Yaozu looked delicate, if it weren't for the solid muscles that he exercised for weight-bearing, he would have thought that he was the scholar next door.

Probably because of the same age, probably because they are all snipers, Shen Ming still has a trace of sympathy for men.

"I don't need to change anything, I'm just a bodyguard, not a savior, and the contract limits me to just keep my employer alive. Your life or death has nothing to do with me. Shen Ming explained.

"It's a pity, your killing skills are better than your ability to protect people, being a bodyguard, ruined." Yaozu sighed.

"What do you mean?" Shen Ming couldn't detect any sign of Yaozu's compromise, and that expression was too relaxed.

"Your life or death! It's about me! Go to hell! From behind the stall on the side, Feng Quan, who had been waiting for a long time, held two long needles in his hand and rushed towards Yaozu.

"Don't!" Shen Ming was distracted for a moment, and the corners of Yaozu's mouth showed a smug smile, and he pressed a small and delicate remote control in his hand behind his head.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! The matrix explosion sounded the www.biquge.info of the temple fair street as a pen pavilion, guiding every garbage can in the entire Baylor Village to be blown up into the sky, and the huge white smoke instantly transformed Baylor Village into a version of Silent Hill + Imperial Capital Haze, with visibility of less than two meters.

Explosions, smoke, screams...... What else can make the populace so crazy besides 11.11? Those who were lying on the ground also quickly stood up and fled in a trance, all of them had only one thought in their hearts, go home quickly. Ironically, more than 80% of them can't find the direction of their home, and all kinds of chaos and trampling happen everywhere in the village.

"! Let him escape! Feng Quan depressedly carried Yaozu's windbreaker and jacket and came to Shen Ming.

"No, he didn't even think about escaping...... Turn the tiger away from the mountain! Go back! Shen Ming shouted and ran in the direction of the Prince's Mansion, but the noisy crowd, unfamiliar terrain, and dense fog all slowed down his angle.

The Great Fog Cage Village prepared by Yaozu was filled with electronic interference dust, and even all communication equipment was paralyzed.

Five minutes later, Yaozu, who was carrying a pistol, infiltrated the prince's mansion through the secret door he had dug before, and he didn't need to look for the location of the earthquake court at all, because the habits of life made him write the sacrificial text to be used in the study tomorrow at this time.

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