When we accepted Hurun's assignment, he said that there are five people to pay special attention to. [Ran Wen 123/\/%^.\] Three of them are Chinese and two are Southeast Asian.

One of the three Chinese is an old man, one is a monk, and the other is a little girl.

And the corpse fisher and ghost monk that Li Rutie said are the old man and monk among them.

I've heard of corpse salvage, and he is also a person in half a circle, specializing in the business of salvaging corpses. The corpse diggers have passed down from generation to generation a secret method of finding corpses, and it is said that there are also special means of controlling corpses.

There are corpse diggers all over the country, but there are very few people who know the secret method of finding corpses. Since this old man was specially explained by Director Hu, he must have the ability that we don't know.

As for the ghost monk, it seems to be a strange school in Buddhism, just like the little black sky immeasurable bodhisattva, belonging to the kind of Buddhist disciples who have long been lost.

The car behind us was very fast, chasing us to the death. The most terrible thing is that Colonel Di Ming actually stepped on the brakes at this time and picked up his shotgun from the back row with his backhand.

He said that this will lead people over, and they will vote for them first!

The mackerel trembled with fright, and didn't dare to move. But Zhang Wuren and I came down with the guy. Colonel Di Ming looked at the Demon Punishment Thorn and Tantric Iron Rod in our hands, and then shook his head.

You guys are not good, and now you are dealing with people, not ghosts.

As he spoke, he opened the trunk of the off-road vehicle and saw that it was empty, so he used the three-edged army thorn to pry open a layer, and after opening the lower layer, Zhang Wuyan's eyes and I widened.

Because it was originally a spare tire, it was actually modified underneath, and there were three small-caliber sporting rifles neatly arranged inside, as well as matching magazines.

Colonel Di Ming picked one up casually, checked it and threw it to me, saying, will it be used?

I'm a little overwhelmed with a sporting rifle, and honestly, I don't really know how to use it. I said, this is not your car, how do you know there are guns here?

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I don't know if what Colonel Di Ming said is true or not, but people like him are really scary when they go crazy. I threw the gun at the shivering mackerel and said, "This thing won't work."

Colonel Di Ming didn't care, and said, then you will be responsible for driving later. Don't be intimidated.

Zhang Wuren held the sporting rifle, but frowned. He looked at the vehicle on the opposite side, and asked in a very uncertain tone, Colonel Di Ming, are you sure that the four of us and three guns can stop each other?

Compared with Zhang Wuren, what I'm worried about is not whether I can stop it, but whether killing so many people here will lead to any big mess?

Colonel Di Ming was a person who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and he ignored Zhang Wuren's words, but held a gun and slammed a shot at a car that was getting closer and closer.

This guy was born in the army, so he naturally doesn't have much to say about marksmanship. The first shot took out the driver who was driving. As soon as the driver's steering wheel tilted, the sedan rushed off the roadbed. The rest of the car was in confusion, but it quickly slowed down, the lights were shining, and thirty or forty people came down.

I squinted and saw that the people who got out of the car were not all monks, most of them were lean men in camisoles. It's not like a monk from Tsinghua Temple, but like a gangster.

Most of the group were armed with watermelon knives, and a few also had shotguns or even pistols. I can't tell the model number even if it's black.

The main thing is that this group of guys rushed up with knives, regardless of whether we had guns in our hands or not. The way he charged, like a fanatic somewhere.

The mackerel monster turned around and ran away with a scream, and we didn't have time to care about him, but gathered together, ready to kill him and turn him upside down.

Now I'm out of the way, I don't want to be killed by them, I have to kill them first.

Colonel Di Ming fired a few shots, probably because he felt that the guns had no deterrent effect on this group of madmen, so he decisively threw away the sporting rifle and pulled out the three-edged military thorn. He said, you two little guys, how many can you fight?

I said, eight out of ten is no problem, no more will be able to bear it.

Colonel Di Ming smiled, then you have to work harder. Then he took the lead and rushed straight into the crowd.

When I used to go to school in Qingdao, I used to see gangsters fighting in groups, and I also saw people fighting five or six, or even more than ten strong men. At that time, I admired the five-body cast on the ground, and thought that he was a master among the masters. But now when I see Colonel Di Ming doing it, I am really scared and my hands tremble.

Colonel Di Ming's guy uses completely military combat techniques, which are the kind of techniques that only exist to kill people. And the guy in his hand is a three-edged military thorn cast from stainless steel, this thing doesn't have to be stabbed to the point, as long as it is pierced on the person, it will lose blood quickly.

I trembled and pointed at Colonel Diming, so frightened that I couldn't even speak. I thought that Colonel Di Ming would just fight them off, and at most there would be a few serious injuries. But who knew that three or four guys would be pierced through their chests in an instant, and they couldn't survive.

Zhang Wuren's face turned pale, to be honest, except for kicking over the skull poison and killing a lot of people in the Gudao Temple, we really didn't kill anyone. It's not that you can't kill, but you can't get over the hurdle in your heart.

I sighed and said, with so many people dead, Colonel Di Ming would not feel good even if he went back alive. This will make it difficult for Director Hu to do it.

Zhang Wuren said that if the people who died were all damned people, it was estimated that it would not be a big deal. Alright, hurry over and help.

Generally, when encountering a human killing machine like Colonel Di Ming, if you die five or six, the crowd is guaranteed to disperse in a hurry. After all, whose life is not fate?

But the people who catch up don't seem to be afraid of this emotion, and they die one by one, and then die and go up again. And because there were a lot of people, there were seven or eight people who bypassed Colonel Di Ming and came to cut us with knives.

Lao Zhang and I are not afraid of fighting, so we didn't hesitate to do it with others.

I used the Demon Thorn as a stick, and beat a hideous-looking black and thin man to the head, and when I tried to do it to the next person, I hesitated for a moment, for nothing else, because the second person turned out to be an old man with a wrinkled face and a gray beard.

The old man had a broken knife in his hand, and his face was full of horror. I can't bear to do it. But after such a stunned time, the old man suddenly came over and slapped me in the heart.

When he slapped me in the heart, it was like a thin sharp needle had been inserted into it, and before I could scream, my whole body could not move. The old man smiled, picked me up, turned around and ran.

I heard Zhang Wuren yelling behind me, and I wanted to look back, but I found that I couldn't see anything.

That's when I realized,, this old man is the legendary corpse digger! What's so weird about his slap? I couldn't move on the spot!

Can't even speak!

I heard Zhang Wuren shouting as if he was anxious, but the old man laughed hesitantly and said, crying face sacrifice, this time the Bodhisattva will be happy! If you can catch this guy, it's worth it as many people die!

Don't look at this guy's old, but his strength is greater than that of a man in the prime of life, and carrying me, a big living person, is like carrying a rag bag, and he gets directly into a car. He hurriedly said, hurry up.

Although I couldn't speak or move, I could see that the driver was a bald head. The bald head turned his head and showed a very strange smile.

At first I thought he was wearing a mask because the smile was so weird. Later, I realized that the corners of his mouth seemed to be lifted by something, his eyes were raised, and he deliberately made a smile. If you look at it from a subtle angle, you can see the marks of surgery on your face.

I'm Nima! This man actually made his face into a smile! And it's fixed, and you can never change your expression!

He started the car without saying a word, and said with a smile that he was holding a crying face sacrifice, and it would be better if it was a smiley face sacrifice.

Having said that, the car quickly broke out of the scuffle and led me straight into the distance.

Vaguely I saw Colonel Di Ming coming out of the crowd covered in blood, but he couldn't catch up with us, I also saw Zhang Wuren anxiously holding the tantric iron rod and making a ruthless hand, and I even saw the mackerel hiding on the side of the road to probe his brain, but he didn't dare to approach

The car sped away, shaking off the crowd in the melee, and it also made my heart feel cold.

It's over, and he was captured alive!

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