When the person was less than thirty meters away from us, I finally figured out that the feeling I had just now was not because the temperature around me had really dropped, but because I felt the murderous aura brought by this person.

Murderous, so heavy murderous.

That's the only thing I can describe at the moment.

"Boss, what should I do?" Fat Dahai asked in a low voice on the side.

"Fatty, wait a while to find an opportunity, you can run quickly, take the fishing rod, and try to send the fish to the third uncle."

I secretly calculated that the reason why this person would set up a situation to lure us here was that nine times out of ten, it was for the squid. And now I have a sword in my hand, no matter who that person is, after all, there is only one person, I can entangle him and give the fat man a chance to get out. As long as we send the fish to the third uncle, our task will be completed.

"Boss, the fish is for you, you find a chance to run, and I'll pester him." Fat Dahai is always righteous at any time, which makes me quite moved.

But at this point, I felt that I would have a better chance of staying and pestering this person so that Fat Dahai could escape.

I said categorically: "Fatty, this is not the time to be reckless, don't say more, just do what I say." ”

At this time, the man was already closer to us, and roughly estimated that it was less than ten meters.

And the murderous aura that came from his body was even stronger. I felt the hairs on my body stand on end. That murderous aura seemed to be able to break through the skin and penetrate into the body.

And through the straw hat, I can also feel the cold emotionless eyes, and that look makes me a little frightened.

In addition to these, there seems to be a smell on this person's body.

The smell was so strong that we could still smell it when we were several meters away from him.

I sniffed, and the smell seemed to be earthy, but not from the field, but more like ...... Yes, it's more like the smell of grave.

I'm not exaggerating, although they are both earthy, but the taste of the two is completely different. This can only be experienced firsthand.

The third uncle also once said that there are those clever tomb robbers who can accurately point out a certain underground tomb just by virtue of their ability to smell the soil and distinguish gold.

This shows that the taste of underground tomb soil is indeed different from ordinary soil.

And the reason why I was able to accurately discern the earthy smell of this man was because we had just returned from working in that wild graveyard. After the bulldozer had bulldozed all the graves, the smell was in the air throughout the graveyard.

How could this person have such a heavy smell of grave soil, could it be that during the day, he was also at the scene?

When I saw that the man had stood still and no longer moved forward, I glanced at the fat sea, and the fat man understood, and his hand tightened his grip on the fishing rod, and the squid on it was still struggling violently.

I knew that this street, if I ran out in the direction of the weirdo in front of me, would quickly reach our house. If you go out from the other side of the street, you will take a long detour because we are walking. For the rest of the time, I'm afraid I won't be able to get to the house in time.

So now we only have one way left in Huashan, which is to break through from this person and rush over.

And the person in front of him didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, and he didn't say a word until now, just stared at us so coldly.

I guess he's also time-consuming, and if we don't move, he won't move. It's just that if it goes on like this, it's extremely bad for us. What we need most now is time. 520

Fat Dahai and I both knew this, and after the man stood still, the two of us took a few more steps, and we were only three meters away from the man.

"Who's coming?" Suddenly, without warning, Fat Dahai pointed at the strange man's diagonal back and shouted.

I was wondering how I could get the fat man to run away, and I was so frightened by his voice that I hurriedly looked over there.

In that direction, it was behind the strange man, and I saw a dark house, and there was no one there.

At the same time, the fat sea beside me suddenly activated, and it rushed past the strange man at a great speed.

I immediately understood that Fat Dahai was using a trick to get away from him.

At this point, it's a good idea. It's just that he completely underestimated the man's abilities. He managed to fool me, but he couldn't fool the man.

The fat man shouted at that throat, and the man in the straw hat was not affected in any way, and he didn't even turn his head sideways. Just as the fat man passed by the man, the man suddenly flew up and kicked on the fat man's buttocks.

The kick was so swift that it almost flew out. The fat man was kicked squarely, and a dog gnawed and pounced on it.

I can't say it in my heart, the fat man is holding a fishing rod in his hand, and there is a mole hanging from the fishing rod. This squid can't hit the ground.

Fortunately, the fat man still kept this in mind, and when he fell, he did not throw the fishing rod in his hand, and still held it firmly.

But in this way, the fat man couldn't support the ground with his hands, and his fat body fell to the ground solidly. His big face also rubbed on the ground. When he raised his head again, his face was covered with blood, and it was terrifying.

His hands were still holding the rod, and I felt my face hurt as I looked at it.

This time, the fat man was choked enough, even if the man didn't stop him, it was estimated that he wouldn't be able to leave for a while.

I secretly cried out in my heart.

"If you want to go, you can leave the fish behind." The man finally spoke.

As he spoke, the face slowly lifted up.

I was able to see his face and hear his voice.

The first thing I heard was his voice, and it felt like he was sick, and his voice was not only soft, but also weak. It is an exaggeration to say that it is as thin as a gossamer, anyway, it is like the feeling of weakness when someone is recovering from a serious illness.

After the man raised his head, I saw his face, which confirmed my judgment even more.

The man's face was incredibly white.

It's not the first time I've seen his face, the last time I was in Lao Cai, he used to pass by our car and I saw half of his face.

It's just that at that time, I was separated from him by a layer of car glass, and it didn't feel so obvious.

Today I can say that I had an almost face-to-face encounter with him. Not only did I smell the strong smell of grave dirt on his body, but I also saw his frighteningly white face.

There was no blood on that face, and it looked particularly pale against the backdrop of the moonlight. If you have to use an analogy, it's like the face of a paper tie person, which is completely a blank sheet of paper.