Although there is no chasing police car in the rearview mirror, when we hear this whistle, we can't help but feel depressed again.

The person behind us is actually a very clever chess player, and he knows that although he has listed a series of evidence, if I shout injustice in court, there will still be a mistake, and maybe there is a possibility of overturning the case. And the foolproof situation is that if I escape, then they will kill me decisively in the course of pursuit, so that it is more in their interest; In addition, I can also pull the miscellaneous hair trail in and accompany me.

That's why they arranged such an escort, so that they didn't let Mao Tongzhen accompany them, and they let the Xiuyun monk, who was close to me, preside over the ......

Everything is a conspiracy, but the people involved have to act like marionettes according to the player's predetermined plan. Xiaodao finally came alone, and Monk Xiuyun finally helped us, everything should have been expected by them, because they had insight into all the personalities of their opponents. And now what we have to fight for is whether they can catch us both.

If we catch it, we will lose completely, not only will we confirm the truth of my intentional homicide, but we will also be guilty of one more degree and escape from prison.

If we don't catch it, we will die at the end of the world, the world is so big, there will always be a place for us to stay, and then wait for Yang Zhixiu to step down, or other opportunities, otherwise we will always have to wander in a foreign land, live under another name, and even make a phone call to greet our family.

As soon as I thought of this, my heart was very aggrieved, and I seriously asked the miscellaneous hairy trail who was driving intently, saying that things had really come to this point? If you don't come, I'm in court, can I really not get through?

Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao nodded, yes, according to the evidence they have so far, you are intentionally killing people, and the means are bad, even if you can't be sentenced to death because of your status as a cultivator, but if you are escorted to Baichengzi, you will definitely suffer more. The senior brother told me that there was no way, Yang Zhixiu was watching closely, he couldn't move, if he wanted to avoid the limelight this time, he had to run away first, escape from the control of the opponent, go incognito, and wait for him to operate properly in the future, so that he could return intact and settle his grievances.

I complained about Senior Brother, and said angrily, "Will your Senior Brother sell me?" ”

I actually say this for a reason, the last training camp, it was the place that the senior brother arranged for me, nine deaths, almost hung up, and this time, it was also the senior brother who looked for me, and not only did I fall into the trap of the ghost robe brotherhood, but also got involved in this unlucky thing. Before this, I never imagined that I would become like this, like the bad guy in a Hollywood police drama, chased by a whole bunch of police cars.

"How so?"

Miscellaneous Xiaodao looked at me very strangely, saw that there was anger on my face, sighed, and said that in fact, you were implicated.

He told me some of the inside stories of the Maoshan Sect, the so-called Maoshan Sect is divided into inner and outer courts, and the highest leader is naturally the contemporary head of the sect Tao Jinhong. In addition, the Maoshan Sect also has a group of elders who are responsible for passing on the gong, propagating the Dao, following the Dharma, managing the pavilion, etc., as well as the heads of the inner and outer halls who handle daily affairs. However, the master of the miscellaneous hair trail, since the battle of the dragon python in Huangshan that year, was seriously injured, blockaded the mountain to practice, it is said that the military solution has achieved the earth immortal, but what the specific situation is, no one knows, others just know the Tao, Tao Jinhong is still alive.

The country can not be without a king for a day, the religion can not be without an owner for a day, the mountain was closed on the same day, Tao Jinhong once summoned all the elders, and appointed Yang Zhixiu, the head of the inner court, to deal with daily affairs.

At this point, the Maoshan Sect began to enter the post-Tao Jinhong era, Yang Zhixiu is good at socializing and will win people's hearts, but his actions are inevitably too utilitarian, and his own cultivation is not high, and it is difficult to convince the public; At this time, Tao Jinhong's eldest disciple Chen Zhicheng had sprung up in the Religious Bureau and became another banner of the Maoshan Sect, which won the favor of many elders.

This time, I am the eldest brother's person, and Huang Pengfei is Yang Zhixiu's favorite nephew, in order to avoid being criticized, so his superficial attitude is naturally impartial and follows the procedure.

However, behind the scenes, the senior brother planned everything with the miscellaneous hairy trail, told all the information, and let the miscellaneous hairy trail rob me halfway, design an escape route, and avoid this wave of fierce counterattack of the opponent. When the matter is over, he can overturn those chains of evidence one by one and rehabilitate us.

At that time, all the premise was that we should be able to escape the fierce pursuit of the masters of the Religious Affairs Bureau, led by Mao Tongzhen.

Life is short and long, and when you reach the end, you still have to look at your own ability.

When the miscellaneous hairy trail told me these secrets, the little demon was fixing the talisman on my head. This non-gold and non-paper talisman has a huge attraction on it, and it is tightly attached to my skin, and the little demon tried to tear it off for me, and it felt like it was peeling off with the skin, bloody. However, the way of the talisman of the miscellaneous hair path also happened to learn the late Li Daozi, the trick in this is exquisite, he knows it well, and he taught the little demon earlier, he is driving a car here, and the little demon is holding a slimy black plaster and applying it to my forehead.

The plaster was warm, and the little demon's fingers were cold, and in a few moments, it was applied all over my brain.

Then, the miscellaneous trail took the time to light a talisman, and then ignited the one on my forehead together, and a flame rose to the sky, and I felt a burst of bang in my head, and then the talisman that covered my face disappeared, and at this time, my chest itched, and the fat worm that had been suppressed for a long time came out, staring at a pair of black bean eyes, looking at me pitifully.

These days, it has been suppressed in my body, and it has lost contact with me, and the suppressive power of the talisman is constantly squeezing through, making it suffer more grievances than me, which is very pitiful.

The miscellaneous trail opened for a while, and the surrounding vehicles became more and more scarce, and suddenly his brows furrowed, saying that the road was closed in front, and the road into the mountain was impassable. As he spoke, he slammed the steering wheel and walked to the other side, and it was at this time that the pursuers behind us finally followed, and as far away as we went, bullets flew up, some passed by us, and some slammed into the body.

There were vehicles next to us before, and they didn't attack us to avoid accidental injury, but at this moment, they used their guns with impunity, thinking that they had received orders to kill.

We were all so frightened that we bowed down, not daring to let our heads pop out a little more, for fear that our skulls would be lifted open by bullets and our brains would be splashed everywhere.

The situation is so critical, I know that the little time that Monk Xiuyun helped us buy enabled us to break out of the encirclement set by the opponent in advance and walk through. However, we and them, always ants and elephants, where can we resist. After the miscellaneous trail was rerouted, there were gradually more cars around, no one dared to take the risk of accidental injury, and the gunfire stopped suddenly, but more and more cars began to join the chase, looking in the rearview mirror, scared, more than a dozen!

The car of the miscellaneous trail has reached the limit, and his reaction ability is actually quite high, and he really fights for his life, the wind is galloping, and the surrounding scenery "brushes" to float behind, and he doesn't have time to see anything clearly.

Still, I saw a few blurry faces, the surprised expressions of passers-by, deeply imprinted in my mind.

I feel like we're making a TV series right now, and it seems very unreal.

After driving for more than ten minutes, there were more vehicles next to him, and his forehead was full of nervous sweat, sliding down drop by drop, and the little demon took a towel to help him wipe off the sweat. I feel that our car is floating, like an outlaw, constantly overtaking, and then accelerating, such a peak of driving skills, actually driven by a guy who has not been learning to drive for a long time, and it really responds to the sentence: "People are forced out......"

As we ran, the vision in front of us gradually widened, and a bridge appeared, spanning several hundred meters, and below was the murky river, rushing eastward.

The miscellaneous trail shouted loudly, saying that it was a little poison, and the waterproof package behind it was held, and we were ready to jump into the river.

In an instant, I understood the plan of the miscellaneous hairy path - it was the water-avoiding bead that Brother Long gave me that made him give birth to such a plan that could stand out in the midst of the heavy surrounding. Time was pressing, and I didn't have time to ask again, so I reached out and hugged the waterproof backpack on the back seat in my arms, and after a few strokes, I held the miserable white bead tightly in my hand.

By this time, we had already driven up the bridge deck and headed towards the center of the bridge.

I saw from a distance that on the other side of the bridge, there were already police officers blocking the bridge deck, and many vehicles were congested. Afraid of the rear-end collision of the car behind him, he pressed to the side, and then stopped abruptly and shouted my name. I said I knew, carrying a waterproof backpack, pushing the door, and bent down from the front of the car to the bridge. As soon as I rushed out of the front of the car, the miscellaneous trail also pushed open the door and rushed down.

And at this moment, we heard an explosion in the air.

A cyan flying sword struck at our side.