What's that?

Did I hear me right?

Before he could react, he only heard the commander's slap: "Okay, good!" Good idea. What the are you still standing for? Don't go yet! ”

The footsteps of a group of people brushed the farther and farther.

There was a panic in the cabin, like a fryer: "Oops! Wu Laosi! They went to transport grenades. This power your Qimen Dunjia can't withstand it! ”

"Where is he using what Qimen Dun Armor!"

Another person was angry, and there was a heavy mockery in his tone: "It's basically a trick and a half that I learned in Zhao Seshan's world a few days ago." Wild fox Zen, no matter how big the fire is, it can't stop it, and it can also block the cannonballs! It's so interesting! ”

"Hey! I said, Zhao Laowu, what do you mean? Who stole your Zhao family's kung fu? The art of Qimen Dunjia in this world, is only your Zhao family able to do it? You can do it, you can do it. ”

As soon as I was convinced, I was still in the mood to quarrel.

I don't know what kind of magic has been cast around this broken wooden house, and it looks clean and clean, and there is no cover, in fact, I can't get out at all, like a transparent cage.

"Yes, yes! Isn't Zhao Lao Wu the son of Zhao Seshan's Qimen? ”

"He! It's just that he is used to being too good, and he only knows how to drink, sing, drag race, and hi girl every day. I haven't learned anything about housekeeping, and you still forget him? It's better than my wild fox Zen! ”

"Won't it?"

"A waste of firewood, so how did he get caught by Sheng Yourong? Isn't this all for us to be used by her? What is the use of this wine bag rice bag? ”

"You don't know this, although he is a wine bag and rice bag, he is the favorite son of Zhao Seshan's world's Qimen sect! It is most effective to use him to blackmail Zhao Sleepian. ”

"I see, the sake bag and rice bag also have such a purpose, hahaha!"

A mocking laugh erupted around the cabin.

I was listening next door, and I didn't know and thought they were parting!

These people's hearts are big enough, and they are all going to be filled with Rong Naiyi's group, and they are still laughing.

The one surnamed Zhao was even more furious: "Who are you talking about?" I'm fighting with you! ”

"Bang!"

The sound of a fist smashing against the flesh and skin seemed to be fighting next door.

A group of people surrounded like crickets: "Beat him, beat him!" Beat him up! If you don't give him some color, he still thinks that everyone in the world is and used to him! ”

It was a lot of fun in the chalet.

I rolled my eyes as I leaned on the wall and turned to look at the three middle-aged people in my room, who were still sitting side by side, looking at each other. A calm batch, as if in a fixed place.

"I said,"

I stretched out my hand and shook it in front of their eyes: "This man with a good face.... Ah no.... Your men are all carrying gunpowder and planning to blow us up, why are you so calm? ”

The man with the round face and the majestic face did not speak, and he still looked like an old monk.

The pointed face couldn't help but stare at me, and stretched out his pointed index finger and tapped the tip of my nose: "It's not us, it's you." You think about how you can save your life if the gunpowder blows up the house for a while. ”

When I saw the leisurely and complacent appearance of the pointed face, as if the danger of life for a moment had nothing to do with them, I wondered: "But aren't you also locked up here?" ”

"How do you compare yourself to us? We are...."

The pointed face was full of interest, and he was just about to declare his identity to show his superiority to me and sympathize with me, a dying man, when the majestic man in the middle coughed lightly, and he immediately stopped talking, sat back down, and turned into a sculpture of an old monk again.

This man....

I couldn't help but get angry.

Sheng Yourong's men outside had already returned with gunpowder grenades, and they were circling around the cabin, and the commander kept pointing and chirping: "Hurry up, hurry up!" Put more! Miss Sheng said that these people refused to surrender and refused to serve our Wei family, and it was a disaster to stay. We can't let them go, otherwise they will become the enemy of our Wei family! ”

"Hurry up, hurry up! Put a little more, over there! ”

"I said, why are you so slow! Didn't eat!? Useless stuff, be careful I fire you squid! ”

The sound of footsteps outside followed the motor, and after a while a puff of smoke and dust was raised, and a faint smell of gunpowder came from the air. Needless to say, they definitely lit the lead.

What should I do?

I don't know where to go for the bag I brought out now, otherwise there might still be a chance of life.

Now, is it just waiting to die?

I crouched on the ground in despair, only to hear the bang on the left, and the room on the left had exploded. The explosion of gunpowder was so deafening that even screams were heard.

The rumbling sound was already coming around the room I was, and needless to say, I guess in a second or two I would be blown to ashes.

Woooooo

Am I just dead?

In the vast path of cultivation, before one foot could be stepped in, he was kicked to death by fate. Die before leaving the school, and the hero will be full of tears!

Forget it.

What else can I do when we are all dying? Anyway, I haven't seen the afterlife, so I might as well take a look, maybe there's another adventure?

As soon as I thought about it, a huge amount of gunpowder exploded above my head.

Before I fainted, I thought my head was blooming.

Dizzy.....

I'm more dizzy than taking dizziness medicine.

His head was so heavy that he couldn't lift his eyelids. I don't know if I died and went down to the underworld, and even the yin chakra in the center of my eyebrows didn't work, but I only saw a pitch black.

Is this what it is like to die?

Unable to see anything, unable to move, the body seems to exist only with the senses and hearing. Because the only thing I felt was on something, and that thing was shaking in an orderly manner. It's like sitting in a car and walking in a car.

There is also a roar all around, just like those Republic of China war movies on TV and the train whistle.

What's the situation?

I've heard Master say that in ancient times, the underworld used prison cars to hook souls, but as early as twenty or thirty years ago, the bus was changed, could it be that the train is changed now?

Listening to the movement around is not small, some people are walking, some people are talking quietly, some people are pouring water, although it is not as noisy as on the train, right? But it's also like being on a high-speed rail.

Good guys, there are a lot of people who die every day in this world!

But that's not right!

It's the same dead people, how can they move, walk and talk, but I can't do anything?

Thinking of this, I "strived" to stretch my neck, trying to raise my head to see what was going on around me, but my eyelids looked like they weighed a thousand pounds, and I couldn't lift them.

At this moment, a high-pitched voice came into my ears: "Oops! Lao Liu, she seems to be awake. ”

Why is this sound so familiar?

Another voice rang out angrily: "When you wake up, let her sleep for a while, it's also troublesome to open your eyes and see us at this time." ”

"That's right, that's right."

As soon as the sharp and thin voice fell, I immediately felt a pain in the back of my neck, and the overwhelming dizziness penetrated my brain and heart and liver.

I don't know how long it took for me to open my eyes.

The first thing that caught my eye was a glass window, with a speeding scenery and trees falling backwards one by one. This scene reminds me that I seem to be on a train.

When I looked up, I saw that it was.

The scene around is exactly the same as when you ride the train.

However, the layout of the carriage is not like the latest model of the train to Guangdong now, but the kind of 20 years ago, the carriage is clean and old, and the green shell of the postal sign is as good-looking.

I somehow like green this year.

Seeing me look at the train, the shrill voice sounded again: "Yo! Wake up! Have you slept enough? ”

Sleep enough for your mother.

Obviously, you knocked me out.

When I looked closely, I was sitting across from me, the pointy face of one of the three middle-aged men who had been locked up with me in the cabin, with a pointed chin and a mustache on his lips.

Beside him sat a man with a slightly round face, who was the one who spoke in a loud voice.

Needless to say, that dignified-looking person who looks like a talker must be sitting next to me?

When I turned my head, I saw that he was wearing a black robe with gold trim that covered his body, and he was sitting cross-legged on the seat, with his hands left and right on his legs, and his eyes slightly closed... Well... The old monk settled.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The pointy-faced man stretched out his hand and slapped it: "Here!" I'm talking to you here! Where do you look!? ”

I hurriedly came back to my senses: "By the way, the cabin blew up, are we ghosts now?" ”

"Huh!"

The round-faced man on the side laughed dryly at the right time and stopped talking.

I saw that they didn't speak, and looked at the people around me, some were sleeping, some were eating instant noodles, some were chatting, and some were playing games, exactly like the scene on the high-speed train.

But when I looked at them, I saw a white breath sticking to them.

It was like having a layer of chalk dust on it.

The Mai god said that when a person is mourned, it is white.

In other words, this chalk-like gray white is actually dead air. Many old people have this kind of complexion before they die, of course, ordinary people can't see it.

This kind of qi comes from the soul, so after death, the soul leaves the body, and a layer of chalk gray will stick to the body.

They, ah no, they're not human anymore!

Thinking of this, I hurriedly looked down at myself, could it be that I ....... Dog with it?