This time, Zhang Bai heard that the distance between the other black shadows was also very close.

He didn't dare to repeat the old trick, so he thought of another idea.

He patiently waited for the footsteps above him to leave a little, then reached out and gently lowered the lasso on the ground near the platform near the passage, and then stretched out a finger to carry a very weak wind sand technique, and stretched the lasso to form a circle.

After a while, the footsteps gradually approached again, Zhang Bai clinged to the wall, and when the footsteps were very close to him, he pulled the lasso suddenly.

A shoeed foot flew up, and a stream of bloody liquid spilled around, splashing on his own body.

A scream of "Ah——!hhhhh All the other black shadows were frightened for a moment and froze in place, at a loss.

Zhang Bai had already thought that the other party would scream in advance, one foot was gone, could he still not scream?

He just wanted this gap, and taking advantage of the opportunity for the remaining three people to be in a daze, he moved his position lightly and approached the mouth of the subway tunnel.

The screams continued, and it was clear that someone had recovered and was helping the injured companion stop the bleeding and bandage.

Zhang Bai secretly retreated step by step into the tunnel, his eyes still fixed on the black shadows.

One of the black shadows, who had already discovered the subway passage at this time, was jumping into the tunnel and going down to the pit to check, but no one was found left or right.

At this time, Zhang Bai simply lay on the ground, little by little, and crawled backwards towards the tunnel.

His strategy this time is simple, not to kill, but to hurt.

Historically, ancient Roman warriors preferred bronze daggers because they were suitable for the wounding tactics of Roman warriors.

The warrior hid behind a large bronze shield and stretched out his short sword, wounding people's arms, heads, legs and feet, instead of directly killing the opponent.

Killing people can certainly reduce the enemy's vital force, but killing can reduce it even more, because the injured person is difficult to recover in a short time, and they still need to be guarded.

So killing one person reduces only one enemy, but wounding one person may reduce two or three people.

Sure enough, the shadows left one person to look after the wounded, and only two people were left to hunt him down.

But even if there are only two of them, Zhang Bai is not sure to get out, let alone win.

It's better to stick to the original plan. Shoot one shot to change places, one by one to eliminate each other.

He looked at the crook of his arm and found that Pig was not there, could it be that the spirit pet couldn't enter the dream?

He lay on the ground, thinking that if he really couldn't do it, he would stay up until he woke up from his dream, and he would always be able to get out.

The other party was more anxious than him, as if he could roughly sense which direction Zhang Bai was hiding, and the two black shadows had slowly searched along the tunnel.

Maybe your own breath was felt by the other party's divine sense, right?

Zhang Bai's cultivation method was self-created, and it inevitably had many flaws, and not being able to hide his aura was one of them.

Two dark figures were getting closer and closer, and one of them was holding a pickaxe, shuffling behind. The one in front of him took the lead, and unleashed the guilt, probing his way in front of him like a black serpent, and snaking towards the place where he was hiding.

It would be in vain to hide again, Zhang Bai turned his heart sideways, suddenly jumped up, and ran wildly towards the tunnel behind him.

The two black shadows were startled, and then chased after them.

Zhang Bai's escape speed was amazing, and in a matter of seconds, he had thrown the pursuers behind him out of sight.

He himself was a little surprised, was it the credit of cultivating the Yin and Yang Seesaws? The speed had become so fast.

After running for a few dozen seconds, he saw a subway appear in front of him, with the front facing him.

This big brother in the subway, I used to see him every day, but now I haven't seen him for a long time, and he is still familiar.

He ran from the left side of the front of the subway train, and the doors could be opened on both sides, but when traveling underground, the train generally opened the right door in the direction of travel, and Zhang Bai was in accordance with the habit of commuting to work before.

He tried the nearest door, but couldn't open it, and looked at the next one. The door had already been opened, and he reached in, and his fingers took a hard time, and he opened it with a pull.

Dodging through the door, he turned back to close it.

But at this time, a new plan popped up in my head.

He didn't close the door, but took out the blood cord from the treasure chest, quickly tied a slipknot, and made a noose.

At this time, he heard the footsteps again, and he also felt the peculiar evil aura of the pursuers.

He quickened his pace, threw the blood-stained sin in front of the door, and turned and ran towards the back of the carriage.

Along the way, he kept an eye on every door on the left and right, and ran past several carriages until he saw another open door. He immediately jumped out of the door and hid under the train.

The two black shadows chasing after had already arrived at the front of the train at this time, and they were a little surprised when they saw the subway, and they didn't know what it was.

The one on the left was the one who took the charge, and he didn't take a few steps to find the open door.

He saw a sin on the ground, and he picked it up and sniffed it, and found that it was covered in blood.

"Hey, found him. The shadow immediately beckoned to his companion, and the other with a pickaxe flipped over from the roof of the car.

The two of them formed a team and searched inside the carriage.

"Could this kid not be in this hole, will he have already run away?" said the black shadow with the pickaxe, a little timidly.

"It must have been nearby, I could feel the aura, he didn't run far. ”

"But what if..."

"You're not afraid, are you?" said the guilty man suddenly, "don't forget, we have to go back to our lives, and even if you save your life now, will the Bitter Messenger spare you then?" ”

The black shadow with the pickaxe was like a pardon, and Nuno immediately returned to the roof of the car the same way, stepping on the roof of the car and making a slight sound of footsteps.

The black shadow who took the guilty rope couldn't help muttering, "These people who surrendered to the underworld are all cowards." ”

He searched a little further, and the footsteps above him could not be moved. At this time, he finally found the open car door on the left-hand side.

"Did that kid run away from here?

He felt it, obviously there was breath, and it seemed to be quite close.

He cautiously poked his head out of the car door, saw nothing on either side, and seemed not to be in danger, he jumped out of the door and continued to look around.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a tightness at his ankles, and his feet were tied by something like rope, and the rope became tighter and tighter.

He panicked and shouted.

I reached for my ankle, but it was too late. The rope quickly closed under the carriage, and he entered the bottom of the carriage as if he had been sucked in.

The black shadow of the crane-beak hoe that ran to hear the sound was just in time to see the frightened face of his companion in front of the car being sucked under the car.

In an instant, all sounds disappeared as if nothing had happened. At this moment, the darkness around him seemed to turn into substance, pressing down on the remaining black shadow people's hearts.

He called out to his companion in a trembling voice, but could not hear back.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and suddenly he shouted, flew back and forth, and fled back.