No matter how you look at this angle, it is not something that humans can accomplish, the old man's head twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, turned around and stared at Biao Ye with all white eyes, as if to say: Don't be nosy, the next one to clean up is you!

If Biao Ye didn't cut this little threat, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get out of that place alive.

He looked at the old man who turned his head back, and the fat white man who rolled his eyes violently, taking in less air and exhaling more. Kicking the old man of the coachman away, the soles of these outdoor shoes have been specially treated, which is comparable to the strength of iron sheets.

This old man is certainly fierce, but his body is still a mortal fetus, and Biao Ye, a strong man, has many better fighting skills than the white fat man. The old man was like a wild dog, half of the people rolled out on his side, and the white fat man had a fat face for the rest of his life, and no matter how kind his face was, he couldn't hide his cruelty.

At this moment, he was eager to peel off the old man's skin and take it to put the sky lantern, and he almost died at the hands of the old man.

The old man's body seemed to have undergone some unusual changes, and the kick did not shatter his bones. When his body was in mid-air, he had already reacted, and with a posture of landing on the ground with his hands and feet at the same time, he returned his unbalanced body to his control, landed firmly on the ground, and bared his teeth at the white fat man and Biao Ye.

The cut in his back was dripping with bright red blood. The smell of rust in the air echoed into Biao Ye's nose, clearly telling Biao Ye that it was the smell of human blood. He has killed many, many people, and he will never be able to mix up this human smell in his life.

Now he was a little unsure, this secret realm might be more complicated than he thought. He had entered the secret realm once, but last time he could sense the vain emptiness, at this time, the mountains, rivers, grass and trees and people gave him the impression that they were all real, and the only thing that was not real was the madness of this old man.

The white fat man coughed vigorously a few times, coughed out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and finally smoothed his breath. He walked to Biao Ye's side, the old man's eyes were full of white eyes and kept staring at the white fat man's movements, probably because he was afraid of Biao Ye, so he didn't act immediately, he was waiting for an opportunity - to kill all two people.

The white fat man said in a hoarse voice: "I suspect that we were brought to the pacification period of the Xi Dynasty, what the hell is grandma!" The old man's choking of his throat may have injured his vocal cords.

The white fat man looked at the old man again and said with palpitations: "This guy is definitely not a human being!" ”

"It's people." Biao Ye did not relax his vigilance, and took the time to reply to the white fat man: "Look at his back, the blood flowing out is human blood." ”

A human spine is broken, and there is only one choice between paralysis and death. I've never seen a freak like this old man, who can still jump around and choke people's necks.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength, and the situation is not clear, which is the rabbit and which is the hunter is still unknown. This old man gives Biao Ye the feeling that he is a desperate normal person, and he has not risen to the point of tricky. The old man seemed to have only primitive instincts left, and he couldn't use weapons.

Humans started out as a meal for beasts, but later learned to use and make tools, which reversed the situation. The white fat man just suffered the loss of lack of vigilance, otherwise he would be like Biao Ye, and he would be able to rely on his rich experience to deal with this old man, so that he would not be killed by the other party in one blow.

Biao Ye did not move, and the sapper shovel in his hand exuded a silent threat. The old man of the coachman did not have so much patience, and pushed forward with all his might, like a wild wolf, leaping high and flying in mid-air.

All the ferocious beasts of nature will fail because of their own arrogance and carelessness. Survival is not an exam quiz about who does more questions and gets the highest score, it is about who makes the least mistakes.

The old man obviously didn't understand this truth, so he was doomed to failure and death.

Biao Yemi's eyes moved with the old man's vigorous posture, and the figure soaring in the air almost blocked the sun above their heads. The dazzling halo around the old man's body made it impossible to look directly at the sun, and it seemed that the old man still had some intelligence, and knew how to take advantage of the weakness of people's vision, and use the noonday sun to create this kind of alternating light and dark attack.

Biao Ye, who was attacked by him, if he didn't open his eyes and see the old man's trajectory clearly, he might follow in the footsteps of the white fat man and be directly suppressed by him. If a person is lying flat on the ground and there is still a heavy load on his body, it is very difficult to exert strength, which is one of the reasons why professional fighters in martial arts competitions prefer ground fighting skills.

In addition, if Biao Ye wants to see his figure clearly, when his figure passes by, the sunlight shines directly on Biao Ye's eyes, it will cause a short period of blindness. Life and death are often in an instant, and the flaws exposed by Biao Ye at this moment are enough to promote the soul chasing order of Hades.

It's just that the idea is always sexy and charming, but the reality is extremely skinny.

Biao Ye didn't dodge or dodge, he only bowed down slightly, and instantly shortened the old man by half a head, and the old man's hands and feet flew over Biao Ye's head by a fraction of a second. This was not the end, he took advantage of the situation to shovel the sapper and stand up, like a solemn flag-bearer.

The "flagpole" he held in his hand became a deadly sharp knife, hissing like the sound of a cloth breaking. The old man's body had a deep blood mark visible to the bone, and the hand raised by Biao Ye was slowly lowered, and the tiger's mouth in his right hand was dyed bright red with blood.

The effect of force is mutual, although Biao Ye relied on brute force to support it, but against the right hand of the sapper shovel, he was also rubbed and cracked and bleeding by the force of the shock.

The white fat man was old, and he could only see a vague shadow flying above his and Biao Ye's heads in the action just now. He could barely crouch down, and his reflexes couldn't do it to fight back when he dodged.

He touched the top of his bare head, a cool dark red, and the opening on the old man's body happened to be drenched in his blood.

At this moment, the old man who fell to the ground also stopped his movements. Like a robot that has lost power, it slowly falls to the ground. A huge wound was exposed in front of the two of them, the heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, stomach, and intestines...... The contents of the abdomen could not be contained, and they flowed all over the ground, stained with dust and dead grass on the ground.

They still looked alive, and the heart was still contracting and relaxing. Unfortunately, his master did not have such resilience, and after two blows, he finally fell to the ground, becoming a corpse that could not speak.

Biao Ye put away the sapper shovel and inserted it back into his backpack. At the same time, he put his injured hand behind his back and shook it gently.

Despite the partnership with the White Fat Man, their alliance is unusually fragile. He is like the old wolf king, although he is fierce and abnormal, as long as he shows weakness, he will be crushed by the new challenger.

"Phew!" The white fat man took a few mouthfuls, and a few drops of blood from his head flowed into his mouth. Looking at the old man's performance, I know that there must be something wrong with this person, there may be some virus in this blood, it is better to clean it up for the sake of safety, otherwise he will become that stupid dog, and he will have nowhere to cry.

He picked up his kettle, walked to the grass far from the old man's body, and said, "I'll wash my face." ”

Biao Ye took advantage of the white fat man's face to wash his face, took out a cup of spray, and sprayed it evenly on the wound of his right hand. He didn't wipe all the blood on his right hand with gauze, but when he was done, he threw the used gauze into the grass, took out a pack of cigarettes in his trouser pocket, lit them, and put them in his mouth.

The smell of cigarettes can hide the smell of medicine and blood, and the white fat man turned around and was a little surprised to see Biao Ye silently swallowing clouds and spitting smoke. He went to the grave with Biao Ye so many times, and he saw him smoking only a handful of times.

The corpse of the old man of the coachman was lying in the barren meadow, his entrails were running all over the ground, and his eyes were wide open, but they were not as terrible as before. Looking at his eyes now, they have returned to their normal black and white eyes.

"Dad, where have you gone?" The deep voice of a middle-aged man.

The white fat man and Biao Ye glanced at each other, and carried their backpacks on their shoulders as quickly as possible. Then he returned to the meadow where he had awakened before, and Wei Flail was still unconscious, like a dead pig.

The white fat man dragged Wei Flails into the grass, and the figures of the three of them were completely hidden in the wild grass. From the outside, the three of them are basically nowhere to be seen.

A middle-aged man, who was six points similar to the old man of the coachman, walked out of the grass. First saw his own carriage, and then saw the tragic death of the old man of the coachman.

He couldn't help but whimper and shouted, "Which guy is inferior to a beast and killed my father?!" ”

"Dad, you died so miserably." A big man cried very sadly, it can be said that those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

He knelt beside the corpse of the old man and continued to cry: "I just didn't look at you for a while, why were you killed?!" ”

"How can I explain to my mother when I go back?"

The earth-shattering cry seemed to be able to move the heavens, but what he met was Biao Ye and Bai Fat, two hard-hearted tomb robbers who killed people without blinking. They wanted to yawn when they saw this good show, but Biao Ye's face did not fluctuate, and the white fat man had a smile on his lips.

Biao Ye is observing, is that corpse really dead? He felt that there must be something unusual about this overly real secret realm.

The fat white man was thinking about something else, he was thinking about how to lure the son of the old man, who came from behind, and get the carriage in his hands. Or directly destroy this obstructive guy and let their father and son reunite under the Yellow Spring, anyway, in this ancient time when information was not developed, there were many ways to destroy the corpse and destroy the traces, and the local government would definitely not find out.

Neither he nor Biao Ye found out that the two of them could protect themselves without a carriage, and the goal of having a carriage would increase, increasing their risk of exposure. The purpose of the carriage was to get the unconscious Wei Flails together, and they completely ignored a simpler and feasible way: leave Wei Flail alone in the barren mountains and mountains, let him fend for himself, and it is none of their business to be eaten by jackals and wild dogs.

This is completely inconsistent with their code of conduct.