Xiaobao's body slowly leaned out, and the pistol in his right hand was always pointed at the cab. He walked into the cab and carefully observed every person who was motionless.

The wife of the rolling earth dragon was shot in the head, which should have been beaten by the bastard of the rolling earth dragon. Nine times out of ten, the bullet holes on the train drivers and boilermen were also fired by rolling dragons.

The neck of the rolling earth dragon was bitten and the flesh was blurred, which made Xiaobao very puzzled. The boilermaker was shot in the chest and sat on the ground against the wall. The train driver's chest was beaten into a sieve.

Xiaobao got closer and saw that the train driver's mouth was full of blood. He looked at the neck of the rolling dragon again, and then he realized that the rolling dragon deserved it, and the blood vessels in his neck were bitten and bled to death.

"Retribution!" Xiaobao scolded.

The Rolling Dragon sat on the ground facing the sack, eyes closed. It seems that he finally let everything go when he died. Without his tossing tonight, the train would have passed Yabuli by now. No one on the train will die. Everyone has money.

What Xiaobao didn't expect was that the rolling dragon actually killed his wife.

Xiaobao cautiously walked into the boiler room, where there was a large pile of coal, a meal and a few bundles of chopped firewood in the corner. Firewood should be prepared for the steam boiler to raise the fire. There was nothing left.

Xiaobao is now a little embarrassed. There was no way he could take the bodies of the rolling dragon and his wife. But staying on the train would be troublesome for Xiaobao if it was recognized.

And now that time is running out, a decision must be made quickly.

Xiaobao lowered his head and thought for a moment, and took the 38 rifle off his back. He first dragged the corpse of the rolling dragon into the boiler room, and then turned around and dragged the rolling dragon's wife into the boiler room.

Xiaobao picked up the shovel and walked to the front of the boiler, put the shovel into the mouth of the furnace, rubbed a few pieces of red-hot coal, and piled them up beside the rolling dragon and his wife. Then he spread the bundles of firewood and threw them on top of the coals.

The firewood crackled and black smoke came out of the scorching sound of the coals below. After a while it will burn into a big fire.

Xiaobao dragged the sack and opened the mouth of the bag. He rummaged through stacks of bills and placed them beside the rolling dragon's wife.

"Eldest sister, I called your mother for a few days. That's fate. Now I'll take your share and burn it for you. I'll pick all the new ones and let you go to Lord Yama for good flowers. You keep it all for yourself, and don't give that Rolling Dragon bastard a dime! Xiaobao looked at the face of the rolling dragon and said.

Xiaobao picked up a shovel again, rubbed a few spades, and threw coal on the firewood.

Smoke filled the boiler room, and flames scurried under the firewood.

Xiaobao threw the shovel onto the firewood and dragged the sack and turned to walk out. He picked up his 38 rifle again, turned his head to take one last look at the boiler room, threw the sack out of the entrance to the locomotive, and then descended the ladder step by step down the locomotive.

After landing on his feet, Xiaobao looked in both east and west directions, but did not notice any movement, he picked up the sack and left the railway line and walked south.

Xiaobao walked through bushes and meadows along the way. When you encounter two small villages, you will go around from afar. After walking seven or eight miles, a river flowing from south to north appeared in front of Xiaobao.

Xiaobao didn't know that this river was the Huangni River. Looking at the river, which was hundreds of meters wide and flowing northward, Xiaobao chose to walk south along the river.

The money in the sack originally weighed sixty or seventy pounds, and after leaving some with Rolling Dragon's wife, there were still forty or fifty pounds. This amount is nothing to Xiaobao.

It's just that carrying a rifle on his back is too dazzling, so Xiaobao took the rifle off his body and threw it into the river. He was confident that he could handle anything with a dozen bullets from two pistols and two grenades from his waist.

Thinking of this, Xiaobao untied the grenade belt from his waist and stuffed it into the sack.

In September, the mountains of the Northeast are full of mushrooms, and the hazelnuts in the bushes have grown completely.

Xiaobao picked mushrooms and hazelnuts and stuffed them into sacks as he walked. He also pulls the stacks of banknotes inside the sack by hand, so that the mushrooms and hazelnuts are wrapped around the outside of the banknotes.

After walking a few miles forward, a big mountain appeared in front of Xiaobao's eyes. The Yellow Ni River also divides into two small rivers here.

Xiaobao stood by the river, took out the pistol and stuffed it into the sack. Then he took off his shoes and all his clothes, and walked down the river naked.

The cold river water flowing down from the mountain made Xiaobao feel excited. He straightened up and continued to walk across the river.

The rainy season in the northeast has passed in September, and the river is neither deep nor urgent. Just a little chilly. In addition, the stones that have just been washed down from the mountain by the rain for a few years are far less round than the pebbles, and they are a little prickly.

Xiao Bao went to the deepest point, and the river had just reached his chest, and he walked forward for a while, and when he reached the opposite bank, he hurried back.

He didn't worry about the sack, and he couldn't do anything if someone carried the sack away.

As soon as Xiaobao walked on the riverbank, he stuffed his clothes and shoes into the sack and tied the mouth of the bag. He put the sack on his head, held it with both hands, and walked slowly down the river.

Smoothly together, Xiaobao went ashore and lay on the grass, naked in the sun. It had exhausted him from the night. But he didn't dare to sleep, the wilderness was too dangerous.

After resting for a while, Xiaobao put on his clothes again, carried the sack and walked east. The further east you go, the closer you get to the Hengdao River.

At dusk, Xiaobao once again stood on the railway line. He hesitated and continued east along the railway.

He walked more than twenty miles to the south and another thirty miles to the east. Xiaobao didn't think he would go down the old road to Yabuli.

Next to the railway stands a cement sign. There are two large black letters on it. It should be the name of the station in front of the train station.

Xiaobao was relieved when he saw the cement brand. Although he didn't know how to read, he could tell the number of words. The name of this railway station is two words, while Yabuli is three words.

Xiaobao walked forward boldly with confidence, and a signal light appeared in front of him, and he knew that he was not far from the train station.

In the distance, two workers with a crowbar in one hand and a hammer in the other pound pounded on the railway.

Xiaobao walked over a few steps and asked, "Master, what kind of place is this?" ”

The two of them looked up at Xiaobao in surprise.

"Where are you going?" One of the older masters asked.

"Hengdao Hezi," Xiaobao replied cautiously.

"This is Lengshan, and Hengdao Hezi is seventy or eighty miles away from here. You go to the box office and wait. The master pointed to the east and said.

"And how far is it from Yabuli?" Xiaobao asked again.

"Yabuli is close to here. Thirty or forty miles away. The master's hand pointed to the northwest.

After Xiaobao thanked him, he continued to walk forward with the sack. The so-called train station is nothing more than a row of bungalows about ten meters long. Xiaobao put the sack under the eaves as if he had arrived at home, and he fell asleep with the sack on his pillow.