didn't wait for the owner of the wonton stall who acted as the palm of the scene to finish speaking, but from outside the wall at the entrance of the main entrance of the fire, a short scream suddenly came, and a large bag of clothes with blood stains was thrown in through the wall!

Without any orders, almost all of the dark stakes of the chrysanthemum society gathered in the courtyard of the second entrance of the main gate of the fire pointed the hard fire family in their hands in the direction of the screams outside the wall. Several of the Jushe hidden pile figures who were close to the small corner gate were even more fit and rushed towards the wide open small corner gate, obviously trying to throw objects at the entrance of the main gate of the hospital with the hospital wall, and the other two Jushe dark piles also rushed to the big bag of blood-stained clothes, only to lean down to take a look, and immediately shouted to the wonton stall shopkeeper: "It's the person who went to rob and kill the old man......."

Before the words fell, a few short screams sounded again outside the courtyard wall. With the scream sounding, a gloomy voice fluttered outside the courtyard wall: "Since you are here, then you are all gone....... Ju She has plagued Sijiu City for many years, and now it is time for reincarnation to be rewarded! The six realms of reincarnation, each of you will go through it according to your creation! ”

As if to prove that the fluttering voice was not an unwarranted threat, short hoarse screams rang out one after another from the alleys surrounding the main entrance of the fire. It's just a blink of an eye, and the wonton stall shopkeeper who heard the screams one after another has changed his face!

Settled in the Jushe kiln near the main gate of the fire, there are only dozens of good hands with hard fire. Except for these people who hit the mouth of the Jushe kiln with themselves, the other companions who controlled the scene in the left alley were already scattered a little fragmented. If it weren't for the fact that they all had hard fire in their hands, they would not have been able to hold such a big scene at all?

But in just such a moment's effort, just the screams that I could hear could be heard, counted that more than half of the centaurs had been calculated. There are not a few people who are obviously on the right side and are preparing to ambush themselves, and most of them are some hard stubble with merit on their bodies and lives on their hands?

Otherwise, those Jushe dark pile characters who settle in the alleys everywhere to control the scene, even if they are not the opponents of the other party, they have to be able to start the hard fire in their hands once or twice, right?

There was no movement at all, and I heard screams in the alleys outside the main entrance of the fire.......

Suddenly. The shopkeeper of the wonton stall shuddered suddenly, and roared in a hoarse voice at the dark piles of the chrysanthemum society gathered around him: "All gathered together!" Don't spread it out! The opponent is likely to be ....... It's likely that Han Liangpin escaped from the Jushe! ”

As soon as the words came out, all the hard fire things in the hands of all the Jushe Secret Pile trembled slightly! A few of the more timid ones whispered in surprise: "Is that the guy?" ”

"The contact point outside the city was destroyed by that guy's raid! It's just that those of us can really fight against such a demon-like guy? ”

"How could that guy get involved with the people of the Fire Gate?! If it's they colluding....... Then Ishikawa's plan is probably going to ......."

Suppressing the feeling of fear surging in his heart, the shopkeeper of the wonton stall, who was deeply aware of Han Liangpin's various killing methods, swallowed his saliva vigorously, and then whispered in a dumb voice: "What that guy is good at is attacking in the dark. Attack those who have left the brigade! As long as we get together, then even him, there is not much he can do! Exit from the main gate of the fire and don't go through any alleys! On the other hand, it will be safer on the wide street! Prepare the fire and burn the fire gate - even if we can't find anything useful here, we can't leave any more ...... for those guys at the fire gate."

It seems to be around, and it seems to be far away. The gloomy voice suddenly interrupted the order of the wonton stall shopkeeper through gritted teeth: "Yoho...... It's really a green-skinned and open-minded master, isn't it? Still thinking about setting fire to the main entrance? Grandma......"

With the gloomy and sympathetic words drifting by, three or four black wine jars were suddenly thrown into the courtyard of the main gate of the fire. Almost all of them smashed around the dark piles of the chrysanthemum that gathered together. The foreign oil that splashed out of the broken wine jar poured those chrysanthemum secret piles all over the place!

In the strange laughter, the gloomy voice shouted very playfully: "Look at you guys staring at the main entrance of the fire for two days, it's really hard enough, I will reward you with some good oil and water stickers!" If you want to dislike this oil and it is not good for your spleen and stomach, then you will light the heat yourself? ”

Seeing that the dark piles of the chrysanthemum society gathered together, all of them were splashed with strange smelling foreign oil. The face of the wonton stall shopkeeper was almost all iron-blue, and he almost shouted at the frightened Jushe secretly with a trembling voice: "Quit...... No pistols! These bastards...... We have gasoline and kerosene mixed together, and we must not meet open flames......"

In a panic, he took the hard fire family in his arms in his hands, and the only remaining chrysanthemum secret piles almost crawled out of the gate of the main gate of the fire hall, and ran wildly along the street of Zhushikou. The few Jushe dark piles that rushed to the front shouted in horror: "You have to find water as soon as possible......"

"I can't go back to where I started....... That's going to be a crowd! ”

"There are no wells on the streets. There's only a well in the alley ahead, so let's go there, right? ”

"Are you a fool? The opponent just wants us to get off the street! ”

"But what if the opponent wants to attack with fire? If you get together, you'll all be burned to death! ”

"Take off all your clothes......

I don't know which extremely smart Jushe secret pile shouted out an idea of undressing, and I can't understand who first tore off the big jacket on his body and threw it to the side of the street......

Very helplessly, he pulled off the big jacket stained with foreign oil on his body, and the wonton stall shopkeeper rushed forward along Zhushikou Street, but on the other hand, he looked at the dark alleys on both sides of the street with fear, for fear that someone would silently pounce out of the alley, and after plundering one or two lives, he quietly disappeared into the darkness......

It's really afraid of anything, and the two Jushe dark pile characters who ran at the front seemed to stumble under their feet, and after stumbling together, they grabbed the ground and rolled out, and the hard fire in their hands didn't know where to throw it. I had to wait for a few of the Jushe dark piles running behind them to step forward and take a look, and then I saw that the two companions who fell to the ground had an extra wooden feather crossbow arrow with chopsticks and a pitch-black body?!

In a panic, every dark pile of the chrysanthemum community lowered its figure, and rushed towards the door of the shops on the street. Covering his body with the stone drums and cloud squares in front of the shops and traders, his eyes widened to see where the wooden feather crossbow arrows that had not heard any movement at all came from.

But before those chrysanthemum stakes could see where the wooden feather crossbow arrows came from, the two horse-tethered buckle lass that fell silently from the eaves had already lightly lassoed the necks of the two chrysanthemum stakes and suddenly dragged the two chrysanthemum stakes into the air.

In a panic, he pointed to the roof hanging down the sling, and the wonton stall shopkeeper looked at the empty appearance on the roof, and then looked at the companion who was hanging in the air after only a few struggles for a while, and couldn't help but hiss and roared: "Don't worry about anything else, go all out to meet with those companions who are preparing to raid Tsinghua Garden!" Even if only one person can join them, tell them that the main gate of Huo has invited strong support, and I am afraid that there will be an ambush in Tsinghua Garden......."

With a roar, the wonton stall shopkeeper jumped up from behind a stone drum where he was hiding, and ran wildly in the direction of Tsinghua Garden regardless of it. And behind the wonton stall shopkeeper, the other Chrysanthemum Shrine stakes also jumped up from their hiding places, roaring and running away, and no one thought about the possible attack in the darkness around them......

In the darkness, the strange laughter of gloom sounded again, and the voice was still erratic. In the gloomy and strange laughter, or the wooden feather crossbow arrows crept in, or the soft leather lasso volleyed into the air, one after another the running chrysanthemum secret pile was constantly overturned to the ground by the killing moves that attacked in the dark! It's just that after a pot of tea, there are only four or five Jushe dark piles left on the street that are about to foam at the mouth, and the hard fire in their hands has already run out of bullets into the darkness, and they can only be used as a bold scrap metal in their hands!

Panting heavily, the shopkeeper of the wonton stall, who had already run softly, slammed on the ground, and screamed at the few Jushe who were also out of breath behind him: "I can't run...... You go on...... Be sure to ......."

Before he finished speaking, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared from the mouth of a dark alley on the side of the street. With the slightly dragging footsteps, the eyed master picked the fluttering bean juice, unhurriedly drilled out of the alley, and shouted in a low voice to a few Jushe piles who had completely lost their strength: "After running for a long time, I guess you are all tired, right?" I have Meng Po soup here that has just been boiled, drink a good bowl, and you can go on the road in peace......" (To be continued. )

ps: The high fever does not go away, and I am really red from the fever......