After a brief period of astonishment among the gangsters, some of them actually drew out various weapons and glared at the frightened old blind man and several other bosses, only thinking that they were in ambush. After all, the priest has a high status, and in everyone's memory, he let the chaos of the slums go and never intervenes, which will only dirty people's hands.

However, the constant explosion of fireworks in the crowd and the fact that a certain boss received a fireball because of the gathering of his men made it clear to everyone what was going on.

I couldn't see the priest, I didn't know where it was safe, some of the gangsters who had no fighting spirit scattered, some knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness, and of course, the capitulation faction also ran with the crowd after confirming that it was invalid, after all, there is no dead eye to become a gangster. The crying father shouted that his mother was holding his head and running away, but because he couldn't see the overall picture in the game, he panicked, and the crowd was driven away like ducks by the explosion.

There was neither a self-declaration of identity nor a declaration of purpose, but light blue fireworks continued to explode around the thugs, shining on the faces of people like lightning, and the hot wind that smelled of scorching and bloody blood, and implanting fear in everyone's hearts.

Jim crouched down with his back to the trunk of the tree at the first moment, puzzled by why Lord Reverend had made a move, but the next explosion brought his train of thought back to reality, and everything else was useless, and finding a way to escape was the top priority. The priest who set the fireball first was obviously trying to kill people, so following the crowd would only die faster, but was it really safe to leave alone? Looking at the snow under his feet, his heart shook again.

Slapping himself in the face, Jim forced himself to calm down with the pain, in such a situation where he had limited information, he should not expect any perfect route, and even spending more time thinking about it would be a suicidal act, and he could only choose to carry out the 'comparative' safe strategy that he could think of.

The explosions around him continued, Jim relied on a little more enhanced hearing and calm discernment, and found that the explosions in the three directions were denser, but the direction to the depths of the grove had not exploded, and he subconsciously took half a step, but quickly retracted, this was obviously a trap left on purpose, although I don't know what awaits in the depths of the grove, but nine out of nine are more deadly things than these explosions.

After a short period of thought, a small number of people who discovered the direction of the 'security' vulnerability had already run away, while most of the rest followed suit and gradually ran towards the depths of the grove in unison. It's like a school of small fish in the sea, and in the panic, they will only conform to the herd, and they can't think more. Soon these figures were obscured by the trunks of the trees, although they were not far away, they appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Jim gritted his teeth, he had already made a plan, that is, to bet his life on the healing ability, followed by a few guys who were either smart or stupid and didn't catch up with the crowd, and ran loosely in the other direction, and it was an explosion that caught up. Before he could see where the fireball was coming from, the explosion appeared not far in front of him, and Jim's eyes only saw that the body in front of him was blown in two, and then his vision was full of pale blue flames, and the heat wave hit his body while his brain was buzzing, and he didn't even know how he changed from running to lying on the ground.

It should be about the same, feeling the multiple wounds on his body, Jim thought so, closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, hoping to escape in this way, and it was not until his body did not move at this time that he had the heart to worry about the safety of the two friends.

The sound of the explosion and the frightened shouts of the crowd faded away, and Jim felt the cold of the snow under him, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt the more he was cold. First of all, although Xiaoshan and Bai Yang left early, but it is not far from the time of the first explosion, and the explosion should be heard, if you run directly, of course, it is the best, but it is not a taste, but if you return to find yourself, although it is warm, it is the most dangerous and troublesome.

The second is the plan of action and the number of people of the pastor, and the slum gangsters are just big people, and they should not attract the big guys. In the face of more than 300 people, the method of frontal impact was not adopted, which seems to be corroborated, and the use of some means to reduce casualties shows that 300 ordinary people have at least the ability to pull backs, or cause casualties.

And judging from the frequency and power of the fireball explosion, it is just the level of two mid-level priests. Even if there are other followers, the number of pastors should be about five, and the total number of the attached guardians of God should not exceed thirty. Of course, if there is no Divine Guardian, the chance of escape can be increased by another 30%.

Thinking of this, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, Jim squinted his eyes, and sure enough, he saw a man dressed as a god guard coming slowly. When you get closer, you can find that a little farther on both sides, between the trees and trees, there are also companions. These people turned out to be a dragnet investigation, trying not to let go of anyone.

Poof, the Divine Guardian grasped the hilt of his sword in both hands, and calmly pierced the chest of a thug who did not know whether he was unconscious or dead. Jim almost peed his pants when he heard this, knowing in his heart that his healing ability could not save his life if his heart was shattered into several pieces, which meant that if he simply pretended to be dead, he would soon be truly dead.

Poof, another soft sound. Not daring to look up at the ground in front of him, Jim tried to remember the scene when he had just exploded, and there were a few unlucky people lying in front of him, four, this answer was obviously not optimistic. At the same time, a thought came to mind, if I had just run a few steps slower, a little farther away from the explosion, would I be less injured.

Poof, another soft sound, and what seemed to be accompanied by a cry of pain, the bastard seemed to be just unconscious. Jim knew that he only had one chance, so he took advantage of the other party's laxity and broke out, and dealt with this person as quickly as possible, so as to have enough time to get rid of the sight of the two people a little farther away with his injured body. At the same time, it is hoped that due to their own tasks, they will not follow the footprints, and there will be no more means to check and fill in the gaps.

Jim tensed his nerves, and with another soft pop, he could even hear the sound of his sternum shattering. Hold your breath, lower your chest heaving, and squint your eyes to the sound of footsteps and breathing in your ears.

Right now, he reached out and grabbed the ankle of the god guard at his side, rolled behind him and knelt on one knee, and with the sound of the great sword smashing on the ground, he drew his dagger, went up the gap between his legs, and stabbed into the vital place with all his strength. Feeling the warm liquid between the tiger's mouth and the handle of the dagger, and then pulling it out violently, he didn't have the idea of mending the knife at all, nor did he have the slightest excitement, but just kicked the knees of the god guard, and with the help of his strength, he lowered his body and slammed in the direction of the periphery.

As soon as he ran half a step, he pulled his chest and abdominal muscles when he stepped into his legs, and suddenly there was a sharp pain, Jim looked down, but only saw that the placket of his chest was stained red with blood, and he didn't know how the injury was inside. He gritted his teeth and took another step, but he heard the wind in his ears, and caught a glimpse of a large black thing flying towards him. Ignoring anything else, he threw himself directly to the ground, and there was a bang on a tree trunk beside him, but a big sword was thrown from a distance.

The Divine Guardian didn't hear anything shouting, and the cold sweat couldn't be wiped away, and Jim rolled and crawled, while taking care to use the trunk of the tree to cover his body to avoid the great sword that might be thrown from the other side at any time. In this way, he endured the severe pain, ran non-stop without knowing the direction, the voice behind him gradually became smaller and farther away, and he did not dare to relax at all, until he was exhausted, as if he had not slept for several days, his eyes were black, Jim finally felt a trip under his feet, and the snow-covered ground suddenly covered his vision, and then he didn't know who was there.

......

I don't know how long it took, Jim opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, and saw that it was a darkness that he couldn't reach, and he didn't hesitate to suspect that he was blind, but only looked up at the sky, and saw one or two stars visible between the treetops, and then realized that it was late at night. Move your limbs and body slightly, there is no pain, and then reach into your clothes and touch your chest and abdomen, there is an abnormal bulge under your ribs, and there are some scratches on the surface. Gritting his teeth and pulling them out violently, in the midst of the severe pain, it was a slender piece of metal. This thing was obviously entrained in a fireball, relying on the power of the explosion to shoot into the human body.

"So ruthless?" Jim scolded, tucking it into his waist instead of a lost dagger. While he was wheezing, he felt a small foreign body protrusion in his lower abdomen and thighs, but it had been healed into the skin, so he extinguished his thoughts about taking it out. What I thought in my heart was that this healing ability was really powerful, and Lord Jiao Ming would not already be at the level of a high-level priest.

Touching a tree trunk, he staggered up, but his eyes were never able to adapt to this dark and lightless environment, Jiao Ming frowned and thought about how to identify the direction, but he could only shake his head helplessly. At this moment, I felt a sense of familiarity in a certain direction, and when I thought about it, it seemed to be those vines in the basement.

The terrain near the slum instantly came to mind, with the direction of the basement as a basis, plus some memories in the grove during the day, Jim took a shallow step and walked towards the place where the attack occurred in the afternoon, just to confirm the life and death of Xiaoshan and Bai Yang.

When the eastern sky turned white, Jim finally took advantage of the light to fully discern the direction, quickened his pace back to the scene of the incident, and slowly searched the slum from the core where the corpses were most numerous. Fortunately, Xiaoshan Baiyang and his body are very special, and there is no need to turn over every lying corpse to confirm.

And when the rotten houses of the slums were in sight, Jim breathed a sigh of relief and found no surprise, which was undoubtedly good news.

Walking slowly back to the slum step by step, it was time for everyone to go out to work after breakfast, Jim was a little stunned by the street scene as if nothing had happened as always, and there was only one question in his heart, the people of a forest died not far to the west, and these slum residents didn't care? No, not at all, but very happy. Could it be that this is why the pastor intervened?

When you think about it, these landscapes built on hatred and disgust are really fragile.

Pulling the corners of his mouth at self-deprecation, Jim didn't think much about it, lowered his head and quickened his pace, and returned to the residence, but he didn't find the two friends. After being stunned for a long time, they searched carefully in the basement and the small building above, and all the details were exactly the same as when they left yesterday, obviously the two did not return overnight.

Ignoring his hunger, Jim changed into a bloodless shabby outfit and walked again toward the grove while contemplating where the two might go.

And thinking about it, the best possibility is to get by, after all, the two are still just children, and they should be on the periphery at the time, if they see the opportunity quickly, it is not impossible to make up a few nonsense words of 'curiosity to follow'. The second is to be captured, and the enemy, out of pity, only treats the two of them as followers, and they don't do much evil, so they punish them a little and take away a few parts. The worst case scenario was that the two of them did not run far at that time, or returned to look for themselves when they saw the abnormality, but were swept into the crowd and ran together into the depths of the grove, where they unfortunately died.

In the midst of all this anxiety and worry, Jim quickened his pace, and found that the wound under his ribs was no longer painful, so he simply ran, and marched from the first assembly place to the depths of the grove, and walked for about an hourglass time, secretly counting that the dead bodies had exceeded two hundred, and he thought that the place of the final battle should be not far ahead.

Sure enough, it wasn't far away, but it was a small open space with corpses stacked on top of each other. However, the cause of death changed from explosion and fragmentation to a pure slash, and everyone was slashed at least two or three times, broken into five or six pieces.

And what made Jim's heart even more chilling was that the people who were close to him were about the same height, or knees, or waist, abdomen, or chest and neck, as neat as the lawn of the main city. Obviously, someone used a fairly long weapon to directly cut a group of people to have such an effect. Even this small clearing was formed by these slashes, as evidenced by the fresh stubble of a few lodging trees. Not to mention the strength of the murderer, this weapon alone will not be mortal iron.

Taking a few deep breaths and suppressing his fear, Jim walked to the inner core as he searched for someone, while his mind involuntarily revisited yesterday's battle. First, he used the fireball technique to drive away the crowd, cooperated with the God Guardian to mend the knife, and then used the melee combat priest to solve all the severely attrition and frightened gangsters, this is a hunt-like slaughter. If you don't have yourself, you won't lose even a god guard.

Came to the core of the small clearing, looked around, and finally made a new discovery from the footprints. Following these footprints, Jim was not far from the small clearing, and finally found the dying white sun and the hill nailed to the tree, as well as the bodies of a dozen thugs and the beautiful female technician who had been pulled by the boss to fill the façade, and the burning bonfire.

Of course, including Bai Yang, there is not much to describe what these women experienced last night. However, in the process of dismantling the two, Jim found that although Bai Yang and Xiaoshan were tortured, not only did they not have a good skin on their bodies, but their hands and feet were also pierced on the trunk of the tree, but the whole person was covered tightly by several sets of winter clothes, and these clothes were on the women. Because of this, I survived the cold night.

I wanted to treat the wound simply, but I was afraid that the two of them would freeze to death, and seeing that the penetrating wound on the hands and feet was bleeding worse due to the movement, Jim gritted his teeth with hatred but was helpless. Grabbing the firewood from the campfire, beating the trunk of the tree fiercely, and howling a few more times, Jim, who was sitting on the ground, finally began to cry.

But it didn't take long to cry, and Jim finally thought of the only way to save the lives of his two friends, and went to Master Jiao Ming. The specific process is to carry the two back to the basement, send a telegram, report the situation, and while waiting for a response, I hope that Lord Jiao Ming is in a good mood today, and is willing to pay on credit.

As soon as he thought of it, Jim made a simple ski rack out of a tree branch, and took a lot of clothes from the dead man, wrapped them more tightly, and put them on the ski rack, pulling up the strips of his belt, and Jim cried and kept walking. Finally, in the afternoon, under the surprised eyes of the slum residents, I returned to the basement.

Shaking the telegraph, sending and receiving letters, and to Jim's surprise, Master Jiao Ming actually came with a little black-haired girl in person. Seeing the magical light on the little girl's hand, Jim finally relented, and then his eyes went black, and he passed out again.