Ren Qiuling turned off her phone and took the pages of sketches: the first picture was of an Arab standing on the edge of the pit, while Ren Qiuling was staring at her phone in the pit - very similar to the situation just now. The second page sketches an Arab, a young black man, and a short monk working together to drag Ren Qiuling backwards and pull her towards the helicopter. In the third picture, the air fluctuates like a wave, and a Chinese man is coming out of the waves—the painting is good, and you can recognize that the man is Zou Yan. In the fourth picture, the helicopter has taken off, and Ren Qiuling looks down at Zou Yan's body on the ground from the plane in sadness and despair.

"Don't resist, your fate is already decided. Come with me, I can nine you. The hypnotist said mildly.

Ren Qiuling threw away the sketch, held the phone like a dagger, and roared "Ah-" turned around and jumped out of the pit and pounced on the Arabs.

The Arabs were so frightened that they turned around and ran, shouting as they ran: "Nine lives!" Nine lives! The tower is crazy! The tower is crazy! ”

The black youth and the short monk who were searching nearby rushed towards Ren Qiuling together, and the two martial artists clapped and laughed on both sides, and did not participate in the battle.

The black young man was furious, threw away the white suitcase in his hand and rushed towards Ren Qiuling, he had long hands and long feet, rushed to Ren Qiuling in a few big steps, and grabbed Ren Qiuling. Ren Qiuling threw away her arm and used her mobile phone as a weapon to smash at the black youth, but only hit the crook of his elbow. The black youth grabbed Ren Qiuling's hand and dragged her to the ground.

Ren Qiuling struggled desperately, and suddenly her other hand was also caught, but it was the Arabs who returned to help the black youth. The Arab and black youths grabbed one of Ren Qiuling's hands, dragged her to the ground, and ran up the hill with her. Ren Qiuling shook her head vigorously and kicked her feet hard, and then her hair tightened, and someone grabbed her hair again - the short monk also rushed to help, and he grabbed Ren Qiuling's hair and pulled it up desperately. Ren Qiuling's head hurt and gave up resisting.

"Where's the Shenmu Wang Ding?" The short old monk asked in standard Mandarin. Ren Qiuling seemed to be completely desperate, and said, "Under the white stone in the upper left, you can find it by digging a little soil." The three people around him were stunned, originally thinking that it would take some means to get Ren Qiuling to tell the whereabouts of Shenmu Wang Ding, but they didn't expect her to lose her fighting spirit so quickly.

The dwarf monk ran under the rock, crouched down and dug up, and soon he cheered and lifted the yellow cloth package like a trophy. Martial artists, young blacks and Arabs cheered together.

"The tower is coming!" The hypnotist suddenly issued a warning, and at the same time dragged Ren Qiuling towards the plane.

At this time, Ren Qiuling was facing down, and she could see it clearly, and the scenery under the mountain fluctuated like a reflection in the water. The two martial artists shouted in unison, "It's coming!" Here it comes! The two of them ran to the fluctuating light and shadow together, and used all their strength to punch at the fluctuation, "Boom! "The undulating space distorted, and the straight peaks in the distance looked curvy, like abstract paintings.

The black youth shouted: "Sniper! He rushed to the front of the fluctuating space, opened his mouth and shouted—there was still no sound, but the fluctuation now took on a more bizarre image, and the peaks writhed like smoke.

"Bang bang bang!" In the black helicopter at the top of the mountain, the bullets of the sniper rifle struck the fluctuating light and shadow, and the light image of the water on a rainy day generally turned gray, and it was no longer possible to see anything clearly.

"Zou Yan—" Ren Qiuling shouted in despair. Only the dwarf monk and the Arab hypnotist dragged her, but despair and fear gripped her so tightly that she almost fainted.

Zou Yan's face turned pale and walked out of the messy light and shadow, his feet touched the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a "poof", his body went soft, and he fell to the ground - just like the situation of the male corpse in the picture.

"Bang!" The sniper rifle sounded again......

Zou Yan suddenly raised his head, a hateful look shooting out of his eyes. The sniper rifle bullet in flight hit the eye, and the "dang" spark sparked, and the shot immediately missed, hitting a small hole in the grass.

Not to mention Ren Qiuling, who of the people present has ever seen the gaze that can knock a bullet away? Everyone was stunned for a while.

Zou Yan got up slowly. The power-type fighter raised his fist and struck Zou Yan in the temple. Zou Yan didn't look at it, and grabbed the martial artist's fist as soon as he reached out casually. The martial artist screamed loudly, the muscles in his face twisted together, and tears and snot flowed out together, obviously in great pain.

Seeing this, the other grappling fighter turned around and ran to the helicopter in fright, stumbling a few times along the way, and he didn't dare to stop.

The black young man opened his mouth violently and roared silently at Zou Yan.

The martial artist who was holding his right hand by Zou Yan trembled all over, and his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth slowly oozed blood, and gradually fell to the ground softly, convulsed a few times, and died immediately.

Zou Yan's body also trembled violently, his long hair raised without wind, and flushed red welled up on his originally pale face. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and roared loudly. Zou Yan's voice has a metallic texture, not quite like a human voice.

The black young man bent down in pain as if he had been sniped in the abdomen, and with Zou Yan's roar, his waist became more and more bent, and finally he lay on the ground like an ostrich.

The sniper, who was in a daze, pulled the trigger again, Zou Yan's eyes widened, and the bullet was also knocked away - but Zou Yan's roar was also interrupted.

The young black man stumbled up the hill, shouting as he ran, "Shoot!" Shoot! ”

"Bang bang bang!" The sniper skillfully shot at Zou Yan. Zou Yan's eyes were cold, and the bullets missed one after another, splashing the dirt around him.

At this time, the Arab slapped Ren Qiuling on the head, and Ren Qiuling exclaimed: "Ah! ”

Zou Yan glanced nervously at Ren Qiuling, and at this time, the sniper's gun rang out, and the bullet hit Zou Yan's thigh smoothly. Zou Yan's legs were weak and he fell to the ground.

"Let's go, it's too evil!" The Arab said loudly, and at the same time dragged Ren Qiuling towards the plane at the top of the mountain.

The three criminals, a black youth and a short monk, were about to pull Ren Qiuling on the plane.

Ren Qiuling struggled desperately, desperately shouting: "Zou Yan, Zou Yan!" ”

Zou Yan got up slowly, limped towards the helicopter with a gloomy face. The sniper fired again and again, and every particle that bounced in front of Zou Yan would automatically fall to the ground. Zou Yan's steps were heavy, his expression was painful, and he still walked towards the helicopter step by step.

Ren Qiuling was a lady in the end, and her strength was not as strong as those few people, so she was pulled onto the helicopter and thrown into the cabin.

The silent helicopter propeller kicked off the wind and slowly flew off the ground.

Zou Yan was still tired and tenacious walking towards the top of the mountain.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Ren Qiuling's mind, "The prophet's prophecy is wrong!" Zou Yan is not dead! "This mysterious prophet prophesied by seeing the picture, and his way of working was to draw the picture he saw. However, perhaps even he did not know what he was seeing. Therefore, despite the prophet's prophecy, Ren Qiuling still escaped once from the hands of these criminals.

The sniper continued to shoot at Zou Yan, one shot after another. The helicopter rises higher and higher.

Zou Yan's feet were weak, and he knelt on the top of the mountain and watched the helicopter. Ren Qiuling didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly broke free from the hands of several people, she threw herself in front of the cabin door and shouted: "Zou Yan-" Tears welled up. It wasn't the criminals who grabbed her, and she jumped off the plane.

The Prophet's painting came to mind again, but Ren Qiuling didn't believe that Zou Yan was dead. She wiped away her tears and suddenly smiled back.

"Alas, this Chinese matchmaker is crazy!" The Arabs said with regret.

Ren Qiuling smiled, "Several of them are foreigners, and they may not know much about Chinese culture. Zhuangzi died of his wife, and sang and laughed - these are these things that you will not understand. ”

The black youth frowned and asked the short monk, "What did she say?" The others also looked at the short monk, and it seemed that in the hearts of these people, this monk knew more about Chinese culture.

"Leave her alone! Chinese are liars. There is a word in English, pronounced 'Shanghai', which means liar. The short monk said angrily.

Ren Qiuling secretly gave three hundred praises to this eccentric monk who was like a young child and an old man in her heart, and said with a smile: "It turns out that this master understands Chinese culture!" What does the shape of the tripod look like? ”

The dwarf monk raised his head proudly and said, "Ding is an ancient Chinese pot with three legs underneath. ”

Ren Qiuling pointed to the yellow cloth bag on the monk's lap, "Do you think what kind of tripod will be in this bag?" Doesn't it look like a plate? ”

The eyes of several foreigners suddenly focused on the yellow cloth bag, and the expressions on their faces were very strange. The dwarf monk couldn't bear it, tore open the yellow cloth, and lifted the Shenmu Wang Ding to look at it seriously—indeed, this thing didn't look like a Ding at all, but like a small basin. Without Dingzu, without Dinglu, any Dingding in the world should not look like this.

At this time, a ray of sunlight just shone in from outside the cabin and shone on the Shenmu Wang Ding.

"You have to remember that the Shenmu Wang Ding can absorb toxins in a dark environment, but it will release toxins when exposed to light." Zou Yan's words sounded in Ren Qiuling's ears, and she covered her mouth and nose.

"Ahh He held up two red hands, the flesh of which rolled up as if they had just been put into a pan of oil.

"What's wrong? Ahh The martial artist jumped on the spot, "Ahhhh The voice was painful and terrifying. The young black man screamed and ran to the cabin, jumping off without thinking.

Ren Qiuling only felt that the temperature in the cabin had risen by hundreds of degrees all of a sudden, and her whole body was as hot and painful as a fire, but she couldn't see a trace of flames. She screamed and ran to the door of the cabin, also jumping down.

At this time, the helicopter was three hundred meters away from the ground, Ren Qiuling jumped out of the cabin, the world was silent all of a sudden, and the earth spun and pounced on her.