At night, the small mountain village is already dark and dark, and the atmosphere of the power outage adds a bit of silence and depth.

Zhao Lang didn't dare to delay time, so he took a flashlight and went on the road.

Halfway through, he faintly saw a figure on the side of the road.

Out of vigilance, he turned off the flashlight and quietly approached the man.

Looking at the back image is an old man.

It would not be strange for an old man to appear here in normal times, but now that the whole village is without electricity, people of this age usually stay at home quietly for fear of falling.

How do you come out and hang out?

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang followed again.

When I got closer, I realized that this old man was the one he and Jiang Li met a few days ago.

Thinking of what Jiang Li said, Zhao Lang was a little more vigilant, and his eyes sank.

"Old man." He stood behind the man and turned on the flashlight, "Don't wander around here so late, it's dangerous if the power goes out, go home quickly." ”

The old man's steps paused and stopped in place.

Looking at his steady heels, Zhao Lang completely realized that something was wrong, and secretly clenched his fists and leaned over.

"Old man? What's wrong? ”

In an instant, the old man turned around, and a shiny thing shot out of his swarthy arms.

The sharp weapon was fast, but Zhao Lang's movements were faster, and he directly dodged sideways.

Xu didn't expect Zhao Lang to be hit, the old man was surprised and hurriedly wanted to escape.

Zhao Lang slammed the flashlight on his head one step at a time, and the other party snorted, not a hoarse old man's voice, but a man's voice.

As if expecting his identity to be revealed, the man simply didn't run away, a cold light burst out from the eagle's eyes, and he directly attacked Zhao Lang with both fists and feet.

- but he dodged them one by one.

The man's eyes showed an even more surprised light, "Aren't you a villager here?" How can there be such a skill. Oh, it turns out that you're not simple. ”

Zhao Lang narrowed his eyes, "It's you, Chen Xing." ”

Fortunately, Chen Xing didn't bother to disguise, and directly tore off the disguise mask on his face, and his back, which was originally deliberately rickety, straightened up.

"What if it's me?"

Zhao Lang sneered.

No wonder they and the police searched for so many days but couldn't find anyone, it turned out that he had already lurked among them.

That's right.

A villain like him, if he didn't have the ability and ability to protect himself, how could he be found by that guy?

It's just that what he doesn't understand is that he has been disguised for so long, how can he show such a horse's feet tonight?

However, Chen Xing suddenly showed a strange smile, and his gaze unconsciously glanced somewhere.

Zhao Lang instantly caught this subconscious action and followed his gaze.

The heavens and the earth were dark, and a faint red light flashed in the direction he was staring.

But that direction is where Jiang Li lives.

Zhao Lang's heart sank, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and run over, but Chen Xing took out the modified silencer gun from his arms.

"Want to save her? No way, tonight, your whole village will apologize for my brothers! ”

The gunshot rang out, but Zhao Lang dodged again, and the bullet grazed his cuffs.

Chen Xing's eyes widened in disbelief, "How, how can this be?" ”

How could anyone have dodged such a fast gun at such a close distance?!

Who the hell is this Zhao Lang?!

Zhao Lang jumped behind him, knocked out the gun in his arms, and locked his throat with his arm.

His long, narrow eyes were now covered with frost, glowing with a terrible hellish light.

"I've experienced the feeling of death six times, and I'm more sensitive to death than anyone else, do you really think you can kill me with this broken gun?"

Chen Xing struggled desperately, but the man grabbed his throat tightly like a god of death, refusing to let go.

Gradually, he lost consciousness.

At the critical moment, Zhao Lang saw the string of Buddha beads on his wrist, as if he had thought of something, the ruthlessness in his eyes gradually retreated, and the arm holding Chen Xing slowly loosened.

Chen Xing suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Lang clenched his fists, and his fingertips were about to be embedded in the flesh, so he calmed down a little.

The red light on the horizon is a little stronger again.

"Damn it!"

He knew that he couldn't delay any longer, so he quickly moved his wrist, collected the gun in Chen Xing's arms, and ran towards the thatched hut on the other side of the mountain to call the police.

But the phone doesn't have a little signal.

Helpless, he could only grit his teeth and speed up.

By the time he arrived, the entire thatched hut had been completely engulfed in flames.

"Jiang Li! Jiang Yan! Are you in there? ”

Zhao Lang shouted eagerly outside.

However, there was no response.

The house was still crackling and burning, and since it was on the back side of the mountain, almost the entire village had gathered around the outermost cable, and no one knew about the burning purgatory-like house.

Zhao Lang covered his mouth and nose, wet his clothes and draped them on his body, and rushed straight inside.

Only then did it turn out that all the vents had been nailed shut, including doors and windows.

You can imagine how critical the situation inside is.

Without thinking too much, Zhao Lang smashed his fist on the door frame, and the door frame shook a little, but it was still nailed in place.

Zhao Lang gritted his teeth and smashed it with a fist, knowing that the back of his hand was cut by wood chips, and the door frame finally broke a hole.

More flames scrambled out.

After struggling to extinguish the fire at the door, he reluctantly stepped into the house.

Smoke billowed from inside, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and I only waited for a few seconds before tears flowed.

"Jiang Li, Jiang, Jiang Li, cough cough"

Zhao Lang called Jiang Li's name while searching as much as he could.

Fortunately, this thatched hut is not big, and it didn't take long for him to find Jiang Li who had fainted by the water tank.

Zhao Lang put his finger under her nose with trepidation, fortunately, although the breathing was very weak, there was still one.

didn't think much about it, he hurriedly put the person on his back and carried it out.

After a brief examination of her wounds, she found that there was nothing serious except for a few burns on her arms, so Zhao Lang breathed a sigh of relief and tried to wake up the person.

"Jiang Li, wake up, can you hear me? Wake up. ”

Jiang Li quickly moved, slowly opened his eyes and coughed violently.

The vision gradually cleared, and she saw Zhao Lang, whose face was covered with dust and even his hair was burned off.

The other party smiled happily, and then excitedly took her into his arms.

"Great, you're okay!"

Jiang Li coughed violently, raised his hand with difficulty and patted Zhao Lang's back, and then let out an extremely hoarse voice.

"Zhao, Zhao Lang."

"Huh? What's up? ”

"Jiang, Jiangyan." Jiang Li coughed again, and then weakly raised his hand and pointed to the house, "Jiang Yan is still inside."

Jiang Yan: You can go with affection, don't care about my life or death

(End of chapter)