I was taken into a dilapidated building.

After entering, the dirty, almost opaque door was closed, and the corridor was very long, and at the end of the corridor, you could see that there was light. There must be someone waiting for me inside.

At the end, there is a large office area, full of overturned tables and chairs.

Before I could see clearly, a strong light shone into my eyes, and I couldn't help but twist my head to the side.

Suddenly, someone kicked him in the stomach.

The kick was so heavy that I felt like my stomach was tumbling and I wanted to vomit.

I struggled to my feet, and then I saw that the hall was full of murderous thugs, with clubs in their hands, and a few men with guns in their hands, at least forty or fifty people.

Among these people, there are familiar faces.

Nan Yihua's six King Kongs have two of them.

The old ghost sat on the chair and looked at me, he sneered, "Master Tong, you are here!" ”

I looked at Yu Lao and sneered, "Old ghost, invite me here, it seems that your master can't wait, and this kind of rotten method has been used." ”

The old ghost said: "Believe me, since you are here, you will regret coming to this world for a while." ”

The situation is very urgent.

After Yuchunlou received my call, he immediately called Nanfeng and Nancheng.

Nancheng's injury was not healed, so he came out of the hospital, because of the distance, Nancheng arrived earlier than Nanfeng. This time, he took her backer to paint the fairy.

Yuchunlou found the way he came and parked the car in a hidden place.

The ruined building was surrounded by wild grass, and they pulled the wild grass and slowly approached. Although Yuchunlou didn't know exactly where I was being taken, her instincts told her that I should be locked up in a dilapidated building.

In the painting, the fairy is afraid that someone will ambush nearby.

And I was kidnapped, if I brought too many people, it was not good for me to be discovered, and in the end, only Yuchun Lou and the fairy in the painting sneaked into the old building. The fairy in the painting is like going home, and he is very familiar with this place.

……

The old ghost and I have a big holiday.

Dozens of people beat me until I fell to the ground and couldn't get up, bleeding from my mouth. He stood up, walked up to me, and said, "Surnamed Tong, you are not now like a dog at my feet. Actually, a thousand like you, I'm really reluctant to kill you. Brother Hua wants to pull you over, but you don't know how to practice, you can only blame yourself! ”

I struggled to raise my head and stare at him.

If gaze can kill, the old ghost has died countless times.

I suddenly tilted my head and pretended to pass out.

The old colleague kicked me twice, and when he saw that I didn't react, he said to his subordinates: "I can't help fighting, I haven't had a good time yet, don't beat anyone to death first, find some water, splash him awake for me, and continue." ”

When I was beaten up just now, the rope that bound me was much looser.

I'm going to bet that the rope will come loose completely.

Sure enough, someone pulled the rope hard to drag me into the middle of the crowd, but as soon as he pulled it, the rope was torn open, but one of my arms was already injured, and it was painful to be dragged like this.

I'll take it.

When the man saw that the rope was opened, he crouched down and tried to tie me up again.

The old ghost said: "Don't tie it up, he's a dead man now, just wake up!" ”

Just as the men let their guard down, I suddenly stood up, and with lightning speed, grabbed a dagger from one of the thugs and plunged it into his chest.

I didn't give the others a chance to breathe, and I waved my dagger again and again.

In an instant, several people fell.

The old ghost was startled by the sudden change and hurriedly fled behind the thugs.

I had already taken aim at my target, and several men with guns had all been stabbed in the middle of it, and the hall was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yuchunlou didn't come in, only the thugs in the painting kicked the fairy at the door, and the thugs found that someone had broken in, whether it was a person or a ghost, and he would cut it with a knife.

Although the fairy in the painting is not young, his kung fu is very good.

Four or five people fell with a burst of flying kicks, and each time they punched, they hit the soft underbelly of the neck, and after a burst of screams, all the thugs fell to the ground.

The old ghost immediately took out the gun and aimed at the fairy in the painting, facing the fairy in the painting who strode forward, the old ghost shouted timidly: "Stop, don't stop and I'll shoot!" ”

As if he hadn't heard, the fairy strode towards me.

The old ghost shouted again, "Stop! Then he fired a shot, and the bullet struck the fairy in the painting, sending sparks.

The fairy in the painting only paused slightly, and then continued to walk forward.

The old ghost has already seen clearly who is coming? However, no shots were fired.

The fairy in the painting walked up to me and looked at me with a blank face, and the thugs stepped back, and he looked at me, "Are you okay?" ”

He meant it very clearly, that is, he asked if I could still fight.

I wiped the blood from my face, and there was nothing that didn't hurt in my body, but I still pretended to be relaxed and said, "I'm okay." ”

Although the fairy in the painting is suspicious of me, Nancheng is here, and he must come.

The old companion and his subordinates stared at us with a very bad face. In the painting, the immortal knocked down seven or eight people as soon as he entered the door, and I was seriously injured, I could also cut down a few people, and my strength should not be underestimated, and suddenly the whole hall became quiet. The old ghost's face became more and more gloomy, and he already regretted why he didn't kill me sooner.

The villain died of too much talk.

But the old ghost died pretending to be X!

The old ghost stared at the fairy in the painting, "You should be Nancheng's teacher painting the old man." I can't believe that you dare to come alone. The people who were repaired by Brother Hua in Nancheng are not ghosts or ghosts, you don't show up, I didn't expect you to show up for the sake of an old man. ”

"You don't talk nonsense! I can come when I want, and I can go when I want. You don't have to worry about what I'm going to do! ”

"This old man should have died a long time ago, the relationship between the Thousand-Handed Hades and you is not ordinary, you actually didn't avenge him, but helped the enemy!"

When I heard this, I was amazed.

The relationship between the Thousand-Handed Yama King and the immortal in the painting is not ordinary.

I've never heard of it before.

The immortal in the painting said: "Nan Yihua is the culprit, if it weren't for him, there would be no today's situation." When I get rid of you guys, I'll deal with him. ”

The old ghost suddenly waved his hand, "Kill them!" ”

But the thugs know our strength, you look at me, I look at you, don't dare to step forward.

The old ghost roared: "Use a gun! At the same time, he pulled the trigger on me, but unexpectedly, the bullet actually jammed.

In the painting, the fairy suddenly raised his hand, and a dice was bounced out.

Almost at the same time, dozens of people came to their senses and pulled out their pistols at us.

The fairy and I turned backwards and jumped into the air.

The dice that were popped out by the fairy in the painting hit the chandelier above the hall. The chandelier had just been replaced, only one, and with a "bang", the light went out, and the whole hall fell into darkness, and after the gunshots, there were several screams and the sound of people scolding.

By the flame of the muzzle and the flashlight.

I saw that these people were all surrounding the old ghost, on guard, nervously looking around the darkness.

Every time the fairy in the painting lights up the flashlight, he will accurately pop the dice, hit the flashlight, and then the screams of the people. Although in terms of numbers, the people of the old ghost are far greater than us, but we are in the dark, they are in the light, and it is still a little difficult to catch the two of us.

And the old gangsters and thugs didn't dare to rush out rashly.

Because I'm on this side of the corridor with the fairy in the painting.

Four or five people who lit up the flashlights fell down one after another in the "whooshing" sound, and no one dared to turn on the flashlights to look for us. In this high-pressure state, the old ghost's subordinates were in chaos, shouting and scolding, and shooting into the darkness from time to time.

Hiding behind the pillar, I and the fairy in the painting held hands together and touched each other's fingers.

He tapped my finger.

I stood up with a strong will, and with my excellent hearing, I touched the old ghost.

A miserable cry sounded in an instant, like a faint man suddenly seeing a ghost in the dark. Then, an even more terrifying sound sounded again, and every time a scream passed, there would be a sound of "plopping" someone falling to the ground. Voices came one after another.

The old ghost man clutched his weapon tightly and was on guard.

Suddenly, a flashlight suddenly lit up, shining right on my face.

The man with the flashlight couldn't help but open his mouth wide, because I was only a meter away from him, I threw the dagger out of my hand, he fell down with his neck clutched, and I immediately jumped elsewhere.

Bullet after bullet shot at where I had just been.

In the painting, the fairy pops out two more dice, and someone falls down again.

The old ghost obviously didn't expect the two of us to play dozens of people around, and seven or eight more people fell in the dark, and suddenly shouted angrily: "Shoot, shoot!" ”

But no one shot, someone advised: "Big brother, don't shoot, stray bullets will hit our own." ”

The old fellow kicked the thug and shouted in a broken mood: "I'll fucking teach you!" Shoot! ”

Countless bullets hit the walls, splashing sparks, like brilliant fireworks in the night, stray bullets kept bouncing in the hall, this time without our hands, someone was hit by stray bullets, and the screams rang out again.

I lay motionless on the ground, and the chance of being hit by a stray bullet was much smaller.

After two minutes of intense shooting, the hall fell silent again as the last gunshot rang out.

I heard the barrel of the gun popping, these people were out of ammunition, and they must have come thinking that they were only dealing with me, a tied man, and that they didn't need to bring ammunition with them, and I didn't hear the sound of reloading magazines.

The smell of blood in the hall was even stronger.

Just as the old ghost was trembling and turning on the flashlight, he saw corpses all over the ground, and he shone it to the side, and once again shone it on my face, and I was smiling at him.

He subconsciously raised his gun.

"Click" twice, he was desperate!

I couldn't help but gasp, that kind of expression was still ugly compared to seeing a ghost. He trembled his right hand, and suddenly with a horizontal heart, he pressed the clip jam, and the magazine fell.

At this moment, a dice bullet came over, and the flashlight was extinguished again.

Damn it!

The fairy in the painting, he wants to harm me!

I heard the sound of someone running away.

The crisp sound of "click" sounded, and the bullet was loaded again!

Three gunshots rang out in a row, and the old ghost grabbed a flashlight from somewhere.

"You come out for me, come out, come out!" He held the loaded pistol and roared loudly into the darkness, and I was already lying behind the desk and hiding myself, "Aren't you ruthless, surnamed Tong?" There's a kind of stand up, you coward, come out! He shouted, hoping to overcome his fear, and shot in all directions like crazy!

Until the sound of the pistol beating again came!

He couldn't help but slump against the wall, the flashlight fell to the ground, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "Come out, come out!" ”

Suddenly, I said beside him, "Old ghost, you have such guts!" ”