In the dark night, four majestic fires surrounded the entire valley from four directions among the few remaining fires.

"Alright." Chen Changsheng, who was in the center of the encirclement, stayed in a small forest, tied the rope in his hand to the branch, looked at the nearest fire, and knew that he couldn't escape, but there was no fear on his face, but he calmly picked up a wooden stick stained with resin.

"Remember what I just said." Chen Changsheng put the newly picked wooden horse's hooves in his hand on a ball of hay, and with a gentle blow, a flame rose and ignited the wooden stick covered with resin.

"Hmm." Bai Ruoqing gripped the sharp stone in his hand hard, turned around and hid in the darkness on the side.

Chen Changsheng's gaze followed the direction in which Bai Ruoqing had disappeared, until he lost his vision, Chen Changsheng raised the torch in his hand high, and let the torch, which had already burned sufficiently, illuminate the entire grove.

"Sashasha!" The resin on the torches fell to the ground as a piece of charcoal as it burned out, and the sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the woods.

Looking around, Chen Changsheng clenched the torch with his sweaty hand, and his ears shook slightly along with the sound.

"The little mouse can't stand the loneliness, it's not good to play with fire in the forest." The dark and silent voice suddenly appeared a bright light, several times brighter than Chen Changsheng's self-made torch, and a joking voice also came.

"Boom." Chen Changsheng's Adam's apple squirmed, his sharp eyes looked in the direction of the firelight, and he flicked the torch in his hand, extinguished it directly, and looked at it intently.

"It's late." The joking voice got closer, and a huge torch with forty-one torches spliced together appeared in front of Chen Changsheng.

Looking at the billowing black smoke rising from the top of the forty-one torches more or less stained with red spots, Chen Changsheng smelled a rancid smell with a slight movement of the tip of his nose, and also understood why a torch could burn for so long, because there was something called human oil.

"You're not afraid." The torch gradually approached, Chen Changsheng was a little unable to open his eyes by the bright yellow flames, and squinted slightly to look under the torch.

I saw a man with a bloated and short body, with a ruthless and evil face that did not dissolve in this cute outside, staring directly at Chen Changsheng.

"Why do you all like to ask this question?"

This question reminded Chen Changsheng of the handsome man, and he couldn't help asking, and at the same time ripped off the rope tied to the side of the tree.

"Have you ever met someone else asking you this question?" The short and fat man didn't notice that Chen Changsheng had secretly untied the rope, and asked to himself, as if he was quite interested in this question.

But as soon as the short and fat man finished saying this, a huge log suddenly swung down from the sky, carrying an unstoppable power.

"Bang!" Sawdust flew, and several thick tree blocks flew everywhere, scratching Chen Changsheng, who was watching the battle.

"Plot against me!" After the scattered sawdust dispersed, Chen Changsheng's lowered eyes dared to raise it, only to see the short and fat man grasping half of the broken wood with his five fingers slightly open, his face full of anger.

"I'm going to make you into human oil and make a torch." The short and fat man threw the half-broken piece of wood in his hand towards Chen Changsheng, and the whole person pounced on him like an angry lion.

Chen Changsheng took a few steps back violently and pulled down another rope.

As the rope fell rapidly, four stout dead logs fell neatly, two on each side, parallel to each other, like a clamp, to kill the short and fat man in the middle completely.

"Humph!" The short and fat man snorted disdainfully, and let the dead wood on both sides fall and insert it between his fat flesh without dodging or dodging.

The dead wood gradually sank into the fat room, but the short and fat man did not panic and patted his belly full of fat.

"Boom!" As the fat on his belly shook up and down, a long round sound came from the belly of the short and fat man, and the four trees broke their ropes as if they had met a spring, and plunged straight into the dirt on both sides.

"Is there still a trick?" The short and thin man looked at the few ropes left on the trees, and his face was full of smirks, and the fat was piled up in a ball.

"Woohoo!" Chen Changsheng didn't talk nonsense, and untied all the ropes in a row.

Seeing this, the short and fat man's eyes quickly swept around, but he didn't notice any trees falling, and when he turned his head, he saw Chen Changsheng holding a stone and smashing it towards his head.

In an instant, the short and fat man knew that he had been fooled, and the fat on his face shook again, revealing his fierce eyes covered by the fat, and punched out.

The thick fist suddenly enlarged in front of Chen Changsheng, and a heavy punch hit the stone that Chen Changsheng had moved horizontally to his chest.

"Bang!" The gravel was splashing, but Chen Changsheng didn't bow his head this time, with fierceness in his eyes, he threw himself towards the short and fat man, and saved his limbs.

"Huh." The short and fat man thought that Chen Changsheng was poor in donkey skills, and he laughed and was about to slap his greasy palm at Chen Changsheng, who was hugging him.

As if sensing something, the short and fat man turned his head suddenly, and slapped his hand towards Chen Changsheng behind him.

Taking advantage of the fact that the short and fat man was affected by Chen Changsheng, Bai Ruoqing, who was tiptoeing with a sharp stone towards the back of the short and fat man's less fat head, suddenly met a pair of fierce eyes, and a greasy palm, his heart was unstable, and the stone in his hand was crooked, piercing into the neck of the short and fat man.

As the stone pierced into the neck of the short and fat man, the greasy palm also arrived in front of Bai Ruoqing, and flew out of the distance with a piece of the sharp stone in his hand.

"Ahem!" Bai Ruoqing crashed into a tree, slammed out a mouthful of blood, and then closed his eyes, and lay straight next to the tree, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Poof." At the same time, the short and fat man covered the wound with his hand, and a yellow liquid burst out from the wound and shot on Chen Changsheng's cheek.

It was fat, and Bai Ruoqing's neck was too short and did not hurt the blood vessels.

"Hahaha!" The short and fat man who was desperately covering his wound with his hand also noticed this, looked at Chen Changsheng and looked at Bai Ruoqing again, and raised his palm again to slap Chen Changsheng's temple.

But the next short and fat man's laughter stopped, and he saw that Chen Changsheng, who was holding him, let go of his hand at some point, and sent a sharp stone fragment into the wound on the back of his neck, piercing the fat and going straight into the blood vessels.

The line of blood that rushed to the sky rose in the next moment, turning into a fountain of blood.

"You." The short and fat man looked at the gravel on the ground that had been broken by himself, and then looked at Chen Changsheng, who had been pushed into the distance, and fell down helplessly.

After a long time, the blood had dried up, Chen Changsheng came to the body of the short and fat man, picked up the torch that was still burning on the ground, inserted it into a pile of rocks, and then came to Bai Ruoqing, and put his hand under his nose.