Zhao Ji saw that the person was about to fall to their side, and reacted quickly, pulling Zhao Ying and Baocui to the side, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, just enough to dodge, and the person who fell fell impartially fell to the place where they were standing just now, the back of his head hit the ground, his eyes rolled white, and he closed it again. I don't know if I've fainted or if I'm dead. A puddle of blood oozed from the back of his head, spreading like red snakes, crawling on the ground.

"Ahh When a woman in the crowd saw this, she screamed in fright, and for a moment the streets were in turmoil, and everyone who did not know the situation but had sensed the danger fled in all directions.

It was the first time Zhao Ying had seen this battle, although she didn't shout like others, she was also frightened, her hands were tightly holding Zhao Ji's hand, and she looked at the person lying on the ground in disbelief. A living person fell to the ground from the second floor like this, bleeding, looking at the only incoming breath but not the outgoing qi, as if he was dead. And so without warning, with blood!

It's horrible!

Zhao Ji felt the tremor coming from her hand, looked at the person on the ground, and her intuition told her that she should leave, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she couldn't move her steps. She looked at the pool of blood on the ground, and the familiar picture in her memory appeared in front of her without saying hello - when Feng Yuantong died, it was the same, the flow of people around him was chaotic, and he was lying quietly on the ground, with blood blooming like a mandala flower on the back of his head, he was dead!

As if instinctively, the person lying in front of her intuition was also dead.

"Sister, it's dangerous here, let's hurry up, shall we?" Zhao Ying plucked up her spirit and pulled her hand.

However, Zhao Ji didn't move. On the contrary, as if she was pushed by something, she broke free of Zhao Ying's tightly holding hand, and slowly walked to the person lying in a pool of blood step by step, regardless of the blood that had stained her skirt red, just squatted down, stretched out one of her hands tremblingly, and probed the man's snort - no breathing!

"Sister!" Zhao Ying and Baocui were both frightened, and she couldn't take care of it, so she stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Ji's hand and wanted to take someone away. But I couldn't pull it.

Zhao Ji looked at the immobile corpse in a daze and said, "He's dead." ”

"Sister! It's all this time, you don't care if this stranger is dead or not! It's not our business, the ghost knows who is in this teahouse, let's leave quickly! You see everybody's gone! Zhao Ying pulled her and persuaded her, and kept turning around and calling Baocui, who was stunned there: "Baocui! What are you doing standing stupidly! Come with me and bring my sister home! ”

As soon as Bao Cui heard this shout, he came back to his senses, and hurriedly stepped forward to help after answering a few "oh oh oh" a few times.

At this moment, there was a "bang-bang" gunfire in the teahouse, several robberies in a row, and at the same time, several bullets came out of it, as if they did not hit the target and brushed the bullets, they hit the pillars one after another, and there were also a few passers-by who could not avoid being hit.

Zhao Ji was pulled back to her senses by these gunshots, and then she reacted quickly, she took the initiative to grab Zhao Ying and Bao Cui's hands and quickly ran to the back of a small stall and squatted, hiding under the stall in case she was hit by those directionless bullets, she pressed Zhao Ying and Bao Cui's heads down with both hands, and then asked with concern: "You two are not injured, right?" ”