Wu Zhiyuan didn't see a dead body on the ground when he stood at the door just now, so he was startled when he saw it, but at this time, he had no time to take care of the dead corpses on the ground, and he only wanted to take Ju'er out of here safely, so he didn't hesitate, quickly got up, and was about to walk towards the bed in front of the windowsill.

But before he took half a step after getting up, Wu Zhiyuan saw the bed in front of the windowsill at a glance, and his head couldn't help but "buzz".

The bed is empty! At this time, Ju'er is no longer in bed!

"What's going on?" Wu Zhiyuan's heart was suddenly like a mess, just the kung fu of getting up after he fell, a big living person actually disappeared from this room like this!

Wu Zhiyuan approached the bed and saw that it was a wooden bed, and the bed board was empty, leaving no traces, as if no one had ever been lying here just now. Looking along the wooden bed to the windowsill, the oil lamp on the windowsill swayed slightly, as if another gust of wind had just blown.

Wu Zhiyuan's heart was shocked, and he suddenly understood, so he ran out of the wooden house, stopped his steps after running out of the door, and looked carefully and quickly at the woods in front of the wooden house, and sure enough, he saw a vague outline of a person in the depths of the woods on his right, and the person seemed to be carrying something on his shoulder, because the fog was very heavy, so he couldn't see the details clearly. But Wu Zhiyuan's first thought was that it was the person who kidnapped Ju'er, and what he was carrying on his shoulders must be Ju'er!

With this in mind, Wu Zhiyuan didn't dare to hesitate, and chased after him wildly, while staring directly at the back of the person in front of him, so as not to lose this person because of the thick fog.

I don't know how far I ran in one breath, and the distance between the two of them seems to have always been maintained when Wu Zhiyuan first started to catch up, and it has not been shortened, because Wu Zhiyuan saw that the person's back was still blurry, and there was no difference from before.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't have vitality cultivation after all, so as time went by, his steps became heavier and heavier, and the speed under his feet became slower and slower, but he always clenched his teeth and refused to give up. Just when he felt that his legs were sore, and he was about to be unable to support it, the person in front seemed to stop suddenly, standing in the distance, carrying Ju'er on his shoulders and facing Wu Zhiyuan with his back.

Seeing this, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly used all his strength to feed, took heavy steps, and staggered towards the man.

"Stop! Put Ju'er away! Wu Zhiyuan walked to the front of the man, and only saw clearly that he was wearing a black cotton jacket on his upper body, black pants on his lower body, and carrying a person on his shoulder, that person was rolled up in the quilt, and his hair hung down from the corners of the quilt, although his face was covered, but Wu Zhiyuan recognized the quilt, which was the one covered by Ju'er.

The man didn't seem to hear Wu Zhiyuan's words at all, he still stood in place with Ju'er on his shoulder, with his back to Wu Zhiyuan, motionless, surrounded by a thick mist, like a sculpture, but every part of his body revealed a strangeness that was difficult to express in words.

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned in his heart, but he was silent on the surface, he was thinking about how to save Ju'er from this person's hands. Hard robbery can only be a last resort, Ju'er is in his hands, and the use of force may hurt Ju'er.

As time passed, the man was still motionless, standing quietly in place, this strange behavior made Wu Zhiyuan puzzled, could it be that this person was deliberately luring himself, and tracking him here was just falling into his trap?

"Who are you?" Wu Zhiyuan took a few breaths, stabilized his mind, and made plans to deal with this unknown person.

In fact, when Wu Zhiyuan asked about the identity of this person, a guess had already flashed in his mind, but whether this guess was true or not has yet to be verified.

What made Wu Zhiyuan unbelievable was that as soon as his words came out, the man's body began to move slightly, and when he looked closely, he was actually slowly turning towards Wu Zhiyuan.

Looking at the man's slow turning movements, Wu Zhiyuan's heart seemed to be in his throat, although the man's movements were extremely strange, but Wu Zhiyuan only wanted to see the man's face at this time, so he didn't pay attention to his weird posture.

It wasn't until the person turned around completely that Wu Zhiyuan saw this person's appearance, although the identity of this person was already expected, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but be very surprised when he saw it with his own eyes at this time.

"Brother Sun! Sure enough, it's you! The person carrying Ju'er in front of him was Sun Haozi, and at this time, Sun Haozi was holding Ju'er on his shoulder with one hand, looking at Wu Zhiyuan expressionlessly. Because of the habit of salutation, Wu Zhiyuan still shouted "Brother Sun".

Sun Haozi looked at Wu Zhiyuan with a stiff expression, did not speak, and did not make any movements.

Wu Zhiyuan was suspicious in his heart, Sun Haozi was as bizarre as Yu Yisu, why did he look like a fool at this time? So he continued to ask, "Brother Sun, what's wrong with you?" I'm Wu Zhiyuan! ”

"Brother Wu, brother is here!" As soon as Wu Zhiyuan's words fell, a familiar voice came from behind him, and that voice was none other than Sun Haozi.

Wu Zhiyuan was taken aback, turned his head suddenly, and saw that Sun Haozi had been standing behind him for some time, his right arm was stretched out, and he was holding a shell gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the black hole was exactly aimed at Wu Zhiyuan's head.

"Brother Sun, ......" Wu Zhiyuan was shocked, his eyes rolled, he looked at the muzzle of the gun that had reached his eyebrows, and then looked at Sun Haozi, the strange thing was that Sun Haozi had nothing else on his body except for the gun in his right hand, and the Ju'er on his shoulder was actually gone.

"What do you want to do?" Although Wu Zhiyuan was afraid, he was still imposing and had no intention of retreating.

Sun Haozi didn't answer, but a mysterious and weird smile appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the shell gun in his hand went all the way down the bridge of Wu Zhiyuan's nose, across his mouth, neck, and chest, and finally stopped at the heart of his left chest.

There is not much difference between a bullet entering the brain and entering the heart, the only difference is that it will not bleed much when it enters the head, but it will definitely burst the brain, while when it enters the heart, blood will spurt out in an instant, and it will kill you in a moment.

Wu Zhiyuan's mind was in a mess, and this bloody scene was spinning in his mind repeatedly for some reason. He even began to feel his eyes bloodshot, and his pupils were gradually dilating.

At this moment, a subtle sound of pulling the trigger came into Wu Zhiyuan's ears, and the sound was only in a blink of an eye, but Wu Zhiyuan seemed to hear the sound of metal rubbing from the moment the trigger was pulled to the time when the bullet rushed out of the chamber.

A shiny bullet rushed out of the muzzle of the black hole, entered Wu Zhiyuan's heart, and passed through his back.

One qiē is only in an instant, and one qiē seems to be so long, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly felt that death was so close in this short and long time, as if it was by his side.

White smoke was still emitting from the muzzle of the gun, but Wu Zhiyuan's chest suddenly spurted out a line of blood, and he hurriedly covered the wound on his chest with his hand, but the blood from the wound gushed out with his fingers, and he couldn't cover it at all.

Blood continued to flow out of his fingers, staining half of Wu Zhiyuan's body, he only felt that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult, his vision was becoming more and more blurred, and his whole body was becoming more and more out of his control, his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a "poof".

In the fog in front of him, he saw Sun Haozi blow the muzzle of the gun, show a strange smile, and insert the shell gun into the holster on his waist, which is the action he is most accustomed to.

Wu Zhiyuan felt that his consciousness had begun to blur, and the people and things in his mind were like broken leaves, floating in the fog, and gradually, his eyelids began to close slightly, and the world in front of him was only a misty white line......

At the moment when Wu Zhiyuan's eyes were about to close, he suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, as if someone behind him had slapped him the back of the head.