Ma Mingliang refilled the guns one by one in the back and knocked down the escapees one by one.

The whole process is intense but short.

The gunfire alarmed the people in the front yard.

The sound of chaotic footsteps and shouts came from far and near.

Ma Mingliang picked up two five or six halves and squatted in the shadows of the road that had to be passed.

I walked past the bloodstains left on the ground by Lao Bangzi, and slowly walked to the darkness where he was lying on his stomach, stopping a step away from him.

Lao Bangzi did not move.

At such a close distance, I didn't hear his heartbeat or breathing.

The one who cast this trick on him was a real high-level grand warcist.

The size of a warlock's ability is mainly judged from the details of the spell.

Fighting is like embroidery.

If the technique is not fine, it is equivalent to giving away people's hands.

A large number of Lao Bangzi's subordinates ran into the backyard noisily, and when they saw the scene of corpses all over the yard, they were so frightened that they panicked, some ran into the building to find Lao Bangzi, and some ran to the front yard to escape.

Ma Mingliang shot in the shadows.

The people who were caught off guard were knocked down, and the rest scattered in terror and hid, guns raised.

Ma Mingliang is worthy of being a ruthless character who has mixed up with Pingyuan Street, both in terms of marksmanship and tactical level, he is far beyond this gang of rabble, plus he is not afraid of gunshot injuries, and he didn't have much effort to knock down all the people in the courtyard.

And he was shot at least a dozen times, not only did he have a lot more blood holes on his body, his stomach leaked a hole, his intestines flowed out, his right arm was broken, his legs were stiff and could not be bent, and there was a hole in his head, and his brain ran straight down his face and neck.

He was actually dead.

I can still act now because I used the puppet technique in advance at the same time as I cast the spell Ecstasy.

This scene frightened the wounded and undead old men, who screamed and screamed, and crawled all over the ground.

When Ma Mingliang took a few steps forward, I stopped the spell, and he fell to the ground and did not move.

After a brief hesitation, the survivors dragged their injured bodies out of the yard.

I also leaned and sat slowly on the ground against the wall, staring straight at the old Bangzi lying on the ground.

Lao Bangzi remained motionless.

I spent ten minutes with him before I got up again.

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.

Ma Beibei, whose face was bloody and blurred, walked in under my manipulation.

I went over to him and said in a muffled voice, "Old Bangzi has run away." He saw through the master's technique. Didn't you say he wasn't a warlock? ”

Then manipulate Ma Beibei's lips to open and close, and use ventriloquist to simulate another sound.

"Lao Bangzi has followed Wei Ba for so many years, he can learn some skills, it doesn't matter if he runs away, the roots over there in Jincheng have been dug up, it doesn't matter if he is a wrestler who does dirty work, just concoct him slowly in the future."

"What about the two thunderbolts?"

"Let them go, let the public come to this nest to sweep."

"How do you explain to the Shan State?"

"Are we partnering with him, and we are not his subordinates, confess a fart, or that sentence, the territory belongs to us, and the appearance belongs to them, they want to take the line of Lao Bangzi, and they have to see if they have the ability to eat."

I took Ma Beibei, and while talking, I walked slowly forward, left the backyard, found the two plainclothes policemen who were tied up in a room in the front yard, and without talking to them much, I untied the ropes, threw over two guns, and waved them to leave.

The two plainclothes policemen were also obviously frightened by the faceless Ma Beibei, simply thanked each other, and helped each other to leave in a hurry.

I walked around the yard two more times, and after making no other special discoveries, I returned to the front door.

The truck was still parked in front of the door, but there was not even a ghost in sight.

I sat in the passenger seat, steered Ma Beibei into the driver's seat, started the jeep, and drove away.

After driving out for two miles, I pushed the door and jumped out of the car, sneaked back to Lao Bangzi's lair, and climbed up from the backyard wall.

Lao Bangzi still lay in place and did not move.

I hung upside down on the wall and waited patiently.

He had to leave before dawn.

Otherwise, as soon as the sun rises, he will have nowhere to hide.

Someone ran into the backyard in a panic and ran out in panic.

Outside, there were shouts of terror.

But all the noise eventually died down.

The huge compound became unusually quiet.

It was close to three o'clock in the morning.

Lao Bangzi, who had always remained motionless, slowly got up from the ground, covered his injured left arm, staggered along the wall to the northwest corner, groped for a moment, pushed open a small door on the seemingly integrated wall, and after getting in, he carefully closed the door.

I turned over the wall, watched Lao Bangzi disappear into the woods behind the courtyard, took out the yellow mounted paper with the talisman drawn in advance, and silently recited the mantra of the Si Beidou Shenjun, folded it into a compass, the tip of the needle was stained with the blood of Lao Bangzi on the sole of the shoe, and it was placed on the index finger, and with a slight flick, the tip of the needle pointed steadily in the direction of the woods.

The roar of vehicles came from the road.

The flashing lights of the police lights have appeared at the end of the sight.

I jumped off the courtyard wall and followed the direction of the compass.

The injured old Bangzi did not run very fast, and he turned back and forth several times in the middle, creating all kinds of illusions, and jumped into the river to borrow the river to cover his tracks.

His trajectory did not go to the border, but ran to Kuncheng.

The illusion I disguised bewitched him.

Before figuring out the situation, he didn't dare to leave the country, preferring to take a certain risk and stay in the mirror.

And the purpose of his trip to Kuncheng was probably to ask for help from the warlock who had cast a blind spell on him.

Halfway through, Lao Bangzi came to a small grass house hidden in the woods.

There were clothing, weapons, cash and medicines.

Here he treated his wounds, changed his clothes, shaved his hair, put a simple disguise on his face, and then left the small grass hut and, after walking for half a day, ran to the side of the road and stopped a passing bus, ending his trek.

It's all under my control.

In the evening, Lao Bangzi entered Kuncheng, found a cheapest hotel to stay in, and then came out to make a phone call at the street newsstand.

When he called, I was in the outer hallway on the second floor, munching on the pickled olives I had just bought.

After saying a few vague words simply, Lao Bangzi hung up the phone, wandered around like no one else, ran to Wucheng Road to buy a set of clothes, Wucheng Road happened to be selling lottery tickets on the spot, he also came over to watch the excitement for a long time, and finally bought a few baked cakes on the street and returned to the hotel.

I also opened a single room in the hotel, picked the compass with chopsticks and stuck it at the head of the bed, and then turned my head back to make up for sleep.

At almost ten o'clock in the evening, I felt the compass moving, and immediately got up, and after a while, I jumped out of the window, and went around to the front street, and saw that the old man was sneakily stealing a bicycle, and riding along the side of the street, still hanging far away.

Lao Bangzi rode all the way to Caihaizi, threw down his bicycle and walked into the park, and finally squatted down with a cigarette in his mouth on the edge of the Green Lake.