"Whew... Old man, you were a decent person before you died, let's be cremated..."Looking at the corpse of the old beggar on the stone pillar, and then at the 50 liters of barrel gasoline, Yun Shibao felt that it was also brought over across the plane, and it could not be wasted.

Pouring gasoline on the old beggar's body, Yun Shibao carried the AK on his shoulder, and after walking to the entrance of the secret vault, he shot the old beggar's corpse.

"Bang!" The flames were shining, and the next moment, in Yun Shibao's surprised gaze, the old beggar who he thought was already cold actually jumped up and rolled on the ground with a wail, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

"The God of War recipe still has this effect?"

Yun Shibao's eyes lit up, and then he didn't hesitate, and picked up the AK that had changed the magazine, and then made another sudden attack at the old beggar.

"Poof!" The old beggar fell to the ground again, and was soon consumed by the raging flames.

"Huh, it seems that you will have to make up a few shots after killing people in the future, what strange exercises are there in this world? If one comes back from the dead, wouldn't it be a gutter capsizing? ”

This time, Yun Shibao was not in a hurry to leave, until the old beggar's body was completely reduced to ashes, and then he carried the gun and walked out of the Daozang Vault.

…

When Yun Shibao returned to the ground through the deep corridor, he was instantly dumbfounded when he saw the scene in front of him, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where is this?

I saw that what appeared in front of him was not the abandoned and ruined temple before, but a barren countryside, and the sky was dark, not far away, the gunfire exploded like fried beans, and the flames were soaring into the sky, and it seemed that two teams of men and horses were fighting.

"Nima... Broken machine, what's going on? Yun Shibao hurriedly asked at the self-reincarnation machine.

"This machine once reminded the host that the Dao Treasure Vault is a small secret realm that is always moving, and the time flow rate of the secret realm is different from that of the outside world..."

“emm… Where is this now? ”

"The western suburbs of the magic capital, Wang'er Mountain, fifty miles away from Longqiao Town..."

"Whew, it's okay, it's not too far." Hearing this, Yun Shibao couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately, his gaze fell to the place of the exchange of fire not far away, and his gaze froze.

With his eyesight, the night seemed like day to him, and he could clearly see the costumes of the two teams of men who were fighting not far away.

On one side are little devils in yellow uniforms, about 50 people, and on the other side are ordinary people dressed in civilian clothes, including men and women, about 20 people.

Judging from the situation on the battlefield, the little devil's side clearly has an advantage, with a large number of people, well-trained, and relatively well-equipped, while the other side has only two rifles and four or five pistols, and is completely suppressed.

According to the development of this situation, it will not take more than ten minutes at most, and the convenience of civilians will be killed by the little devils.

"Little devils and rats, see one, kill one." Yun Shibao's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, he casually tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes and covered his face, and then plucked a green leaf from the tree and put it in his mouth, and his figure quickly swept towards the battlefield.

…

"Teacher, you leave with your injured classmate, and I will find a way to drag the little devil." On the battlefield, behind a dirt bag, a female student dressed in a Republic of China student uniform and holding a shell gun touched the dirt on her face and said to a gray-haired old man behind her.

"No, I'll stay, you are a girl, it won't end well if you fall into the hands of little devils."

"You leave with your classmates and run in the direction of Longqiao Town, which is the territory of the Axe Gang, and the little devils don't dare to go wild..."The old man also held a pistol in his hand, and his expression was resolute.

"No..."The schoolgirl was about to speak, but at this time, the little devil had slowly surrounded her, and it was too late to escape.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Seeing this, a trace of despair flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he was replaced by firmness, and turned the muzzle of the gun to his forehead, it was obvious that he would rather die than be a prisoner of the little devil.

"Teacher!" Seeing this, a group of students cried bitterly.

"The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow is not the same in Kyushu."

"The king set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng."

A Lu You's "Shi'er" is becoming more and more sad and passionate at this moment.

After groaning, the old man wanted to pull the trigger and commit suicide.

"Old gentleman doesn't have to rush to death, these little devils haven't been driven away yet!" At this moment, a childish voice rang out.

The sound was not loud, but it drowned out the sound of the gunshot, as if it were in the ears of everyone.

The group followed the prestige, and saw a white figure standing on a tree not far away.

The figure was small, and it looked like a child, and through the firelight, the child could be vaguely seen with a half-covered face and a willow leaf in his mouth.

"Run, kid, run," the old man's expression changed greatly, and he put down his pistol, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and shouted in the direction of the child.

"Didi... But before the old man's words fell, a melodious song sounded from the willow leaves in the child's mouth and spread throughout the battlefield.

Soon, however, the tune changed from a swift to a poignant one, as if countless evil spirits were roaring and roaring.

"Buzz!" A sharp voice sounded, and the next moment, I saw countless skeleton demons armed with machetes and wearing armor flying out of the leaves in the child's mouth, killing the little devil.

The little devils also saw the strange things in the sky, and raised their guns one by one with panicked faces, shooting at the skeleton demons.

However, the bullet passed through the demon's body, but it did not affect them in the slightest.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The machete in the hand of the evil ghost was like substance, and it slashed at the bodies of these devil soldiers, and in just one round, more than fifty little devils were all killed.

And with the death of these little devils, the evil spirits also dissipated.

"Vulnerable." On the tree, Yun Shibao shook his head, spat at the corpse of the little devil, and turned around to leave.

"Benefactor, please leave your name so that I know who to ask for my kindness." Seeing that Yun Shibao wanted to leave, the female student in the crowd was the first to react, rushed out of the dirt bag, and shouted at Yun Shibao's back.

"You don't have to worry about it." Yun Shibao waved his hand, and with a slight force under his feet, he jumped from the tree and sank into the night.

"Ling'er, don't chase it, that little hero obviously doesn't want us to know his identity." The old man smiled bitterly and stopped the female student who was about to chase in the direction of Yun Shibao's disappearance, and said.

…

Saving Gu Ling'er and his party was purely handy, Yun Shibao stepped on the snake shadow all the way, and the journey of fifty miles was more than ten minutes for him.