The curtain fell, and Hu Jie, who returned to the outhouse, quickly changed the clothes brought by his master with agility that did not match his figure. He then picked up the kerosene he had prepared and splashed it all over the house.

Not only that, but he even opened the curtain and poured kerosene a few times on the master who fell to the ground and was motionless, before coming to the door.

Standing there and looking at the scene in the house, Gray Jie thought hatefully:

The Four Elements Demon King, you have ruined Lao Tzu's life's work, and Lao Tzu and you are not sharing the sky.

Silently made a note for Zhang Sixing in his heart, came to the door, and finally cast his eyes in the direction of the inner room. His gaze seemed unbearable, but then he sighed softly again.

He took a match from his bosom and set fire to his own shirt, which was soaked in kerosene.

Flames quickly formed on the clothes on his hands, and he couldn't help but smile a little as he watched the enveloping smoke from the burning of kerosene.

I have to admire that little young man in my heart, and the kind of manned balloon in the sky is a good thing.

If Lao Tzu had that thing, who would be able to escape from under Lao Tzu's nose.

Pity......

It's a pity that Zhang Sixing didn't come to Kunming at the beginning, and it was Xu Zhongze and Qin Derong from the communication office who appeared in Kunming at that time. At that time, I didn't feel that these people were anything special, so I used some means to suppress them.

If I had known that behind them was a figure like Zhang Sixing, I am afraid that he Hu Jie would have been the most pro-army one.

However, regret is useless, Hu Jie, who has been wandering the rivers and lakes for decades, knows deeply that in the current city of Kunming, he and Zhang Sixing can only survive.

As the flames rose and the black smoke was thick, the observation of those "human flesh monitoring" on the air defense generator was greatly reduced, and the news immediately reached Zhang Sixing.

Hu Jie, that old thing, is cunning, and knows how to use black smoke to affect the observations of the observers on the balloons. And if it catches fire, it will definitely cause chaos, so he can just take advantage of the chaos to escape.

At this point, Zhang Sixing really admired Hu Jie.

He was able to escape from the tunnels from the night raids that were almost impossible to escape, and he set traps in the tunnels early to deter the pursuing enemy. Knowing that he used aerial observation to spy on nearby houses, he set fire to escape for his life, this old thing's experience in the rivers and lakes is really rich enough.

When Lao Tzu can also find an old Jianghu, these methods on the rivers and lakes are very suitable for agents. Of course, it is necessary to assist the training of the Gestapo, and the methods of the rivers and lakes are effective, but they are too unorganized and systematic.

While thinking about it in his heart, Zhang Sixing issued an order,

"Firefighting"

Yes, as a soldier, can you not put out the fire, even if the person who set the fire is just to escape.

Following Zhang Sixing's order, the soldiers who had been hiding nearby, trying their best not to exert influence on the ordinary people in Kunming City by attacking the Hu family, rushed out of the hidden buildings one by one with shovels, water basins and other objects.

In any case, the lives and property of the people come first, and for every soldier in the paratrooper school, it is their duty.

While the soldiers were fighting the fire, Hu Jie, who had changed his clothes, wore a wide flat top hat. A pair of round stone mirrors rests on the bridge of the nose. When walking, swagger and sway.

Supposedly, when running for his life, he should keep a low profile. For example, walking along the wall and wearing ordinary clothes that can no longer be ordinary.

But Hu Jie, who is old in the rivers and lakes, just did the opposite. He knows that the more he hides his head and tail, the easier it is to attract the attention of others. Therefore, he deliberately dressed himself up as a rich man, and this would save him a lot of trouble.

Stretch out your hand to call a rickshaw at will, a ass from the top, hand Chinese stick finger,

"The South Gate is a carriage and a horse."

"Okay, you always do a good job, let's go, keep it quickly."

The driver of the rickshaw answered, then trotted all the way, pulling Hu Jie away from the scene of his arson.

When he arrived at the South Gate Carriage and Horse Shop, Hu Jie rode a small donkey and hired a few carts to follow him, and then walked out of the South Gate leisurely.

With many years of living in Kunming, he has done these things without leakage. Even the rickshaw driver and the people in the carriage and horse shop did not recognize him as the president of the Chamber of Commerce who once stomped on Kunming to shake three times.

Riding on a little donkey with a black head but a handful of white hair, he glanced at the balloons in the sky from the edge of his top hat.

Hmph, no matter how fierce it is, it's still a chick after all. Lao Tzu went out of the city, so that the sky was high and the birds could fly, and the sea was wide and the fish jumped. It's a pity master, he has been with me for more than ten years, and now he ...... Alas.

But Hu Jie, who thought he was going to die, also got out of the fire at this time. Of course, it wasn't that he was saved by anyone, but that he didn't have any magic at all.

As the saying goes, you can't have the heart to harm others, and you can't have the heart to prevent people.

When the outhouse caught fire, the master, who was originally "stunned" underground, suddenly jumped up. Before the fire started, he wanted to rush outside. But before he could act, the flames had already burned the curtain of the drought.

Not only that, but then a flame rose from the window.

The master subconsciously took a few steps back to keep himself away from the fire. You know, he's drenched in kerosene, and if he sticks to the fire, he'll be burned here.

He deliberately took the antidote to smoke before entering the house, but unfortunately Hu Jie's heart was too ruthless and he used too much oil, which completely ruined his life.

Oh my God, what should I do?

The three tore off their coats and threw aside the clothes stained with kerosene.

He wanted to rush to the outhouse, because the entrance to the tunnel was in the outhouse, and it was his only way out at the moment.

He tore up the sheets and wiped the kerosene from his face desperately. Only by wiping the area on your body that is stained with kerosene can you dare to run out. Otherwise, I'm afraid that if I don't wait to run outside, I will have to ignite a fire on my body.

Just as he finally wiped the kerosene off his skin and was about to run outside, the flames were already burning brighter and brighter at the door of the outhouse.

His eyes sparkled left and right, and he saw the winter quilt on the bed at a glance. He pulled his hand over his head, took a sigh, and stomped his foot and rushed out of the house.

The blazing flames scorched his legs and feet, and he could even feel his pants seem to be burning, and the heat of the flames was transferred to his legs, making him feel the pain in his heart.

When he rushed out of the house, his heart was full of regret, and he scolded in his heart:

Old immortal Hu Jie, how much kerosene did you spill, just want to burn Lao Tzu to death.

Outside, the table of the Eight Immortals had burned into a large ball of fire, and the only escape was from the place where the painting hung on the table. The passage there leads straight to the tunnel, and if you get into it, you can survive.

However, the flames on the table of the Eight Immortals at this moment made him unable to even get closer.

Not only that, but because of the spilled kerosene in the outhouse, the roof was already on fire at this time. Some of the purlins that had been burned fell down, and they were particularly loud in the "whirring" sound of the flames.

In desperation, the master had no choice but to flee back to the inner room where the flames were weaker. As soon as he entered, he sat down on the ground and put out the flames on his legs and feet with a winter blanket.

Then looking at the smoke on the roof, he shouted in his heart:

My life is at stake.