The little head happened to be in the position of the mountain god, Zhang Qishan realized that Zhang Xiaoyu was probably not breastfeeding just now, but kissing?

That little head, one eye can't be opened, and the position is not particularly comfortable, so Zhang Qishan successfully dodged the first blow. He turned his head to see that a submachine gun was stuck in a tree stump, so he rushed straight over, holding the child in one hand, and then raised the submachine gun with one hand.

The barrel of the gun was already bent, and he dodged another blow, raised his hand and threw the child into the air, and broke the barrel with all his might.

The monster's eyes were attracted by the child, and he slapped the child with his paws, Zhang Qishan raised his gun and shot a shot, and the mountain god who hit retracted his hand.

He jumped up and caught the child again, and the mountain god had already taken refuge in the shadows between the branches. Zhang Qishan looked at the child's gaze, and directly where the child looked, he would shoot. The mountain god tossed and turned in the darkness, and the tracer of bullets followed it like urine.

All of a sudden, the bullets ran out, and the mountain god himself rushed out of the darkness, already covered in bullet marks.

Zhang Qishan found that this head controlled the body, and it was not as smooth as before.

He thought for a moment, and suddenly jumped directly up the tree, hung the child on the branch, and rushed directly to the mountain god.

As soon as the mountain god slapped him, he turned around directly in the air, swept the slap, grabbed its wrist at once, swung in a circle in the air, and then landed and rushed directly to the monster.

The monster leaned down, its legs were in the swamp, and it moved a little slowly, Zhang Qishan's speed had already been mentioned as fastest, and when it reached the monster's feet in an instant, he was also at the position of the pelvis. The monster wrapped it up and tried to hold him to death in its arms. Zhang Qishan was like going around Zhang Xiaoyu just now, he circled the body of the mountain god, turned directly behind the monster, directly inserted his hands into the monster's back, pinched the vertebrae, kicked his feet on the monster's back, roared, and pulled it out.

Half of his spine was directly ripped out by him, and the spinal fluid and nerves were directly exploded, and the monster convulsed all over his body and fell into the swamp.

Zhang Qishan also fell directly into the swamp, crawled out, quickly came to the head under the armpit of the monster, pulled out the thorns on the monster's joints, aimed at the head, and pierced it directly.

The head was not protected by a skull, and it leaked like a urine bag, and the brains in it flowed into the water like tofu.

The monster didn't move at all, Zhang Qishan gasped, there were six or seven deep wounds on his body, and he didn't know when he was injured, but it didn't hurt the vital point.

He looked at the monster and said to himself, "Still mortal." ”

He climbed back onto the branch and picked up the baby, and the little boy was no longer looking at the monster this time, as if the thing was dead, and he was not interested.

"How could you be a child of the Zhang family." Zhang Qishan looked at the baby, his heart was relaxed, but at this time, he found that the baby's eyes were still looking in a certain direction.

Why isn't it over yet? Zhang Qishan said in his heart that he returned to Zhang Xiaoyu's side, and the baby was still looking in that direction all the way, he checked Zhang Xiaoyu, and the situation was quite stable, so he directly grabbed a wind lantern on the side and threw it directly to that place.

The wind lamp flew upwards and smashed into the canopy of the tree, shattering, and the oil burned up, illuminating that part.

Zhang Qishan saw a huge old coffin in the Yellow Cave, erected on the canopy of the tree, which had almost merged with the tree, completely coiled by aerial roots and vines. Zhang Qishan could see that it was inlaid with gems of various colors. Although it was dim because of the dust, it still reflected a halo-like flash in the firelight.

The baby looked at the coffin and couldn't take his eyes off it.