The car is a very ordinary gray car, and the appearance is also a little shabby, especially on the front cover, there are many mottled marks, I don't know if it is rusty or some stains, it looks extremely dirty.

When driving from the front of the road, the driver didn't seem to see so many people on the road, and he continued to speed up, without the slightest tendency to slow down.

Coming from a hundred meters away, in just a few seconds, it quickly approached the crowd.

Without waiting for anyone to react, the car crashed directly into the road bandit standing behind, knocking three people away on the spot, and then marching all the way and continuing to push forward, but after knocking down five or six people, this was a bit of a slowdown.

By the time the driver pulled the car over, he was only four or five meters away from us.

The driver was a middle-aged man, quite fat, wearing a pair of glasses, with half a cigarette in his mouth, his expression was extremely calm, and he did not have the slightest consciousness of just hitting someone.

It was only then that I realized that the series of things that hit people with a car should have been planned.

Because the next second he saw the car, Lao Yu dragged the two road bandits around him, and without thinking about it, he dragged them directly to the side of the road, easily avoiding the next attack, and was not accidentally injured by the car at all.

"Master Throat, don't you need my help?" The driver asked loudly, his expression still calm.

"I don't need to." As he spoke, he struck the bandit in the face with an elbow and knocked down the last bandit standing beside him, before he walked over to the car and asked the driver for a cigarette.

The driver didn't talk much, handed a cigarette to Lao Yu, and then took a box out of the back seat, put it in Lao Yu's hand, started the car and turned around and left.

From beginning to end, he only said that sentence, and he didn't say hello to Song Butian, and his vigorous and resolute way of doing things made me a little dumbfounded.

Fuck me.

This man is so quick at work!

Deliver, hit people, solve the siege, and then walk away.

"Your people?" I asked Song Butian.

"No, it's Lao Lu's friend, let him come over to help......." Song Butian smacked his lips and said with some emotion: "This fat man's temper is good, and he is too desperate to leave a way out." ”

At this time, Lao Yu didn't mean to entangle with those people, and picked up a shotgun from the ground, as if he was too lazy to choose a target, and shot him in the abdomen according to the person closest to him.

Wait for the man to fall, the old throat said.

"Money."

Hearing this cold word "money", those road bandits were instantly stunned, as if they hadn't reacted.

"Give money." The old throat said: "The dead and the injured, you go and help them dig out, all the cash is left for me, I don't pick the watch ring or anything, I leave it all, one less thing, I will collapse you one by one." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old throat took two steps back and looked at them patiently.

However, this patience did not last for five seconds, and seeing that none of the road bandits moved, the shotgun in the old throat's hand rang out again in an instant.

"Bang !!"

After defeating a certain roadman who was approaching him, Old Throat yawned and asked them, "Do you have to ask me to urge me?" ”

"No, no!! Eldest brother!! No, no!! Uncle!! Wait a minute!! We're going to pay now!! ”

Under high pressure, there must be motivation.

Let the old throat be so frightened, those road bandits who were lucky enough not to be injured shouted one after another, and then began to take out the money, as if they were afraid that the old throat would not be satisfied, and after taking out the money on their bodies, they ran back to the car they parked on the side of the road and took out all the valuable things.

In the process, the old throat also came back and asked Song Butian for a bag.

"Five-five?" Song Butian asked tentatively.

"Shit, ten-zero!" The old throat scolded angrily: "It was my car that was smashed!" Are you embarrassed to call it five or five points? ”

After nearly five minutes, the road bandits who had been eaten and wiped clean seemed to be lining up to see us off, not only cleaning up the road, but also standing in a row, with their chests and stomachs in a heroic posture, and shouting "goodbye uncle" and "big brothers walk slowly" and so on from time to time.

Old Throat took the bag of money in the car, which was now filled with the belongings handed in by the road bandits.

Gold watches, gold necklaces, rings, cash .......

"It looks like the money for repairing the car has been settled." The old throat said with a smile, counting the money, and asked me, "Have you checked the things he sent?" Is it what you want? ”

I hummed, picked up the glass bottle in the box, and looked at it carefully.

The box contained some foam shockproof, and there were three glass bottles, all of which were transparent, and the contents could be seen at a glance.

The first bottle on the left, it should be filled with sheep into the water, anyway, I didn't see it, the flesh and blood are blurred, similar to the freshly beaten meat sauce.

The second bottle contained a fiery red centipede, the most common kind of fire hook found in the mountains.

The third glass bottle I was holding contained a three-winged insect still flapping its wings.

As I've ever seen, the three-winged insect is blue-green and has a similar overall appearance to that of a cryptopteryx, except that it has only three wings.

There is a wing on the left and right, and a special color in the middle...... Blue-purple wings.

"Little guy, give me some strength, you will become my business in a while, and I can also become your Taoist." I looked at the three-winged insect in the glass bottle, and said step by step: "After you become a living Gu, you can also be regarded as a spirit animal, and there are many good things you can encounter in the future, as long as you help me save people, anything is easy to discuss." ”

The three-winged insect didn't know if it understood, so it flapped its wings twice, and then froze, lying motionless at the bottom of the bottle.

"Shi'an, you talk to it so much, can it understand?" Chen Qiuyan asked me curiously.

"Senior Miao said that the three-winged insect is a rare spiritual creature, although its IQ is not high, but its instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil is stronger than most insects." I smiled and said, "And this kind of insect can roughly understand people's speech, you can talk to it and discuss, and when you save people in a while, it will be willing to work hard for you." ”

As I spoke, I took out the Gu urn in my bag, first poured all the bottle of sheep water into it, and then took out a stick of tribute incense, and forcibly rubbed the incense body wrapped in the wooden skewer.

After I mixed the ashes with the sheep water and stirred thoroughly, I threw the red centipede into it.

When the centipede touched the filth in the Gu urn, its first reaction was to drill into the deepest part of the Gu urn, and it had no intention of crawling out.

"You're refining Gu?" Old Throat looked at me with interest: "Is it a living Gu or a medicine Gu?" ”

"Alive." I laughed.

"It's rare to see." The old throat sighed: "I have seen a lot of gentlemen who use medicine Gu to save people, and I have only seen a few times to save people with live Gu, I heard those Gu masters say that it is not easy to control the strength of saving people with live Gu, after all, it is alive, it has a certain amount of thinking, and it is easy to have accidents if it is not controlled well." ”

"That's true, but now there's no other way but to try......."

I sighed, put the three-winged worm into the Gu urn, and then closed the lid and lit a tribute incense.

Holding the burning incense, I leaned forward, puffed up, and slowly blew with my mouth, constantly blowing the smoke from the burning incense through the small hole in the lid of the Gu urn.

Among the techniques I practiced, the lowering technique was the majority, followed by the Gu technique.

But when it comes to the use of magic, most of the methods I practice kill people, and only a few save people.

For example, if Miao Wuren was here, he would definitely think of other ways, and he would not risk using a three-winged insect to save people like me.

But...... This shouldn't go wrong, right?

Fang Shiliang's physical body has been "transformed" by the mountains and rivers, even if he doesn't say it himself, I can feel this, the flesh and bones are beyond the limit of normal people.

That's why I dare to take such a risk, anyway, no matter how powerful the three-winged insect is, it can't be powerful over the mountains and rivers.

"Are you really okay?" Song Butian asked me tentatively.

"Try it, if it's a big deal, he won't be able to die." I laughed.

After getting my answer, Song Butian was silent, and so was the old throat, their expressions became a little solemn, and they should have started to worry.

At this time, the two insects that were devouring and entanglement each other in the Gu urn were smoked by the smoke of the tribute incense, and they seemed to be fighting even more, even the Gu urn was shaking wildly, and strange noises kept coming from inside.

It's like the scream of a mosquito, or the crunchy sound of a living person stepping on a dead leaf, all in all, it's hard to describe.

"Shi'an! How did the contents of the Gu urn flow out?? ”

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