Chapter 735: The monstrous flood

Dadao Xiaochou looked around in panic. Behind a huge rock, there was a sudden hearty laugh.

Everyone was shocked.

In the midst of laughter, an old man in a green robe flashed out like a ghost. The old man in the green robe had a thin figure, a sallow face, slightly bulging buckteeth, and a few burnt yellow beards curled and dotted on his chin. He has nimble legs and feet, but he holds a pair of crutches in his hands. Turn, made of fine iron, bright and dazzling.

This person is actually Detective Cripple Lee!

The lame Li walked over, he stared at the big knife and Xiaochou, the smile on his face slowly faded, and his voice was very stern: "Your Excellency was entrusted by someone to escort the prisoner car, how can you kill yourself?"

Dadao Xiaochou lowered his head in shame.

The lame Li slowly turned around and faced the young man in filial piety clothes.

The young man still had his head down, and his face had turned even paler.

The lame man Li was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "You can go!"

The young man still lowered his head and said coldly, "Yes!" He said only one word, and walked away without looking back. Cook Ma also left, and along with the group of women in filial piety clothes, they soon disappeared into the vast twilight......

The lame man Li looked at the big knife and suddenly said, "Do you still want to die?"

Dadao Xiaochou smiled bitterly: "I wanted to die just now, but now, even if I want to die, I can't die." ”

The lame Li smiled: "Why?"

Dadao Xiaochou said: "Because I owe you a life!"

The lame Li was not polite: "Your life was indeed saved by me." ”

Dadao Xiaochou sighed: "I don't know when I will be able to pay off this favor?"

The lame man Li said: "I saved your life, not to ask you to repay the favor." His sallow skin glittered in the firelight: "Not only do I not want you to return my favor, but I also want you to have a beautiful meal." As he spoke, the lame man suddenly took out a bright red invitation card from his arms.

Dadao Xiaochou curiously took the big red invitation, and then carefully unfolded it, and the moment he finished reading the invitation, his face changed and became pale......

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Spring night. The wind blows in from the window. Luo Xiaofeng didn't sleep. A light on the table is like a bean. In the courtyard were three unbreakable prisoner carts.

At the gate of the courtyard, eight people were arranged to take turns on duty.

Tie Jian Lixiang lived in a room opposite Luo Xiaofeng. The windows of the wing rooms were closed. The white lattice paper is illuminated by the dim candlelight.

Late at night. It was silent, and there was no sound. Luo Xiaofeng carried his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the room.

The wind outside the window was whimpering.

Luo Xiaofeng didn't feel sleepy at all, a sudden anxiety disturbed his mind.

In the small courtyard outside the window, dozens of bright red lanterns are hung. There are also many flaming torches stuck in the high walls.

The people of Huanyang Dao have fled. Li Chaodu will never be the kind of villain who talks flatteringly. Staying in the nameless village tonight, logically speaking, it should be safe and sound. However, Luo Xiaofeng always had a sense of foreboding. After coming to the Ethereal Continent, with the assistance of the Heavenly Heart Bead and the Eight Great Inheritance Orbs, his sensory organs became surprisingly sharp. But recently, all the heavy treasures on Luo Xiaofeng's body have inexplicably entered a deep dormant state. His feeling of being different from ordinary people also slowly disappeared. However, tonight, he had an inexplicable sense of foreboding. This hunch comes from his instinct.

The night wind is getting stronger. The red lanterns were swinging back and forth, and the torches were blazing on the walls, and the flames were roaring.

Luo Xiaofeng pushed the door and walked out. To the left of the courtyard is a long cloister. In the middle of the cloister, a lonely lantern hangs.

Luo Xiaofeng stood at one end of the corridor, staring at the end of the corridor. The cloister is deep and dark. Luo Xiaofeng suddenly noticed that a white shadow flashed at the end of the corridor.

A faint white shadow flickered in the dark corridor, and if you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't be able to spot it at all. In the deep corridor, a cold wind suddenly blew in, as if blowing from a snow-capped mountain that had been frozen for thousands of years.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a dagger struck like lightning.

Luo Xiaofeng stood still and didn't move. The sharp dagger was pierced into the wooden post beside him, and at the end of the dagger was a small note.

The paper is white paper, the words are black, black and white: the corridor pavilion is a place of refuge.

Luo Xiaofeng carefully inspected it, and only then did he realize that there was indeed a wooden pavilion at every bend in the corridor! Who was the person who delivered the note? Could it be that there would really be danger tonight? Is the words on the note true or false? Luo Xiaofeng did not know! Responding to all changes without change may be the best way to deal with it.

The night was eerily quiet! The sky was overcast. The cold wind, sweeping over the walls, was mixed with a creepy scream.

Just after the second watch, outside the village, there was a sudden muffled sound. The earth trembled, and the tiles on the eaves fell one after another. People were awakened by the loud sound of vibrations and ran out in panic.

As soon as the earth-shattering muffled sound passed, a deafening roar could be heard in the distance. This roar is like thousands of troops galloping and trampling on the vast and boundless battlefield.

Luo Xiaofeng swept onto the roof.

Outside the village, it was pitch black. On the top of the mountain in the distance, a few green fires flickered.

The roar is getting closer......

Luo Xiaofeng's face changed. He was originally a very calm person, but now, he couldn't help but panic.

Luo Xiaofeng jumped into the courtyard and shouted: "Flood...... The flood is coming......"

The flood is coming!

The courtyard wall collapsed. The flood roared into the courtyard.

Luo Xiaofeng grabbed a prisoner cart and threw it into the cloister.

"The Long Corridor Pavilion is a place to avoid danger!" Regardless of whether the words on the note were true or not, at this critical juncture, Luo Xiaofeng had to give it a try.

Dozens of officials were swept away by the flood, and the rest were crying and screaming.

Luo Xiaofeng picked up the second prisoner cart and shouted, "Hurry into the pavilion in the cloister...... Fast forward to the pavilion of the cloister......"

Seven or eight officials had already stormed the cloister pavilion. The remaining two prisoner carts were also vigorously thrown in by Luo Xiaofeng.

There are seven bends in the promenade, and at each bend, an exquisite pavilion is built. The pavilion is made of mahogany with carved inscriptions. The four pavilions closest to the small courtyard were already crowded with people. The pavilions are not large, and each pavilion can only accommodate six people. The first pavilion already had two prisoner carts stacked on top of each other. On the carved railing of the pavilion, two terrified servants rode under the railing, and the rushing flood roared under the railing. The torches stuck in the wall have all been extinguished, and only under the eaves, dozens of bright red lanterns swayed in the night wind. The red light was reflected on the murky water, faintly red.

When Luo Xiaofeng sent the two servants riding on the railing into the pavilion, Tie Jian Lixiang had already taken the third prisoner cart and entered the sixth pavilion steadily. The face of the iron sword Rika was colder than the iron sword on his back.

Floodwaters have overflowed the cloisters. The small courtyard was already flooded.

(End of chapter)