"Bastard thing!" Old man Zhang said angrily: "Those two eyeballs on your face are angry? Don't you see that there is thunder in the sky now? What evil sect dares to show up at this time? I still wish it would show its head, and it will be killed by a thunderbolt, and it can also relieve Lao Tzu's hatred! Why don't you go quickly!"

The two men thought about it right, Tianlei is a thing that specializes in restraining evil spirits. There was no estimate in his heart, and the courage suddenly came up, the two glanced at each other, and pounced with a sneer, and brought back the unsuspecting little water ghost with just one hand.

The little water ghost looked at the gang with a blank look on his face, as if he hadn't figured out what was going on.

Old man Zhang made a gesture, held the big knife with his backhand, slowed his steps, and led everyone to the thatched house.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap.

As the "boom" thunder rolled by, everyone felt that their legs suddenly went limp, and then they didn't know anything as soon as their eyes went dark.

Old man Zhang was too excited, and when he fell, he still maintained a charging posture, and suddenly fell into a dog gnawing mud.

The moment before the donkey man fainted, he suddenly realized a truth: it turns out that in this Baihugang, we are the wicked!

The little water ghost blinked inexplicably, stretched out his little hand and pushed, and the two big men suddenly flew a few meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

"Eh, eh, you light! We are counting on these people to live!" Bing Sanzhang ran out, touched his nose, and was relieved to see that he was not dead, and said: "The scum is a little scum, and it only took three times to drop from two units to one unit, but don't throw it away!"

The little water ghost didn't care what he said, he stretched out his hands to himself, condensed a big water mass out of thin air, and played happily again.

Bing Sanzhang scratched his head, turned back to the old ghost and said, "Why do I think she is not as intelligent as she was at the beginning?"

The old ghost ignored it, leaning at the door and looking up at the sky, with a deep face.

Bing Sanzhang glanced at the old man Zhang who was fighting on the street next to him, shook his head and sighed: "What is the most important thing to be a bad person? Be bold and careful and have eyesight, big brother! If you don't have eyesight, you dare to come out and mix in a big way, and fight you to death in the street! By the way, old ghost, don't feel nostalgic for your life experience, when the rain stops, clean them up and throw them in the place of yesterday!"

After saying that, he sighed and went back to the thatched hut.

Why doesn't there be a worry-free time all day long!――

The rain in Baihugang is particularly strange, no matter how fierce it falls at night, how bright the lightning is and how loud the thunder is, as long as the sun comes out the next day, it must be a cloud harvest and rain break, and the sky is clear.

When Old Man Zhang opened his eyes again, he happened to see the blue sky. It's just that at this time, the sun in the sky has turned west, and the orange-red sunlight is a blood color when it opens to him.

Old man Zhang can also be regarded as a good place, if Baihugang is not inaccessible, to the extent that he is unconscious, when he wakes up, his clothes and finances are estimated to have been looted by hooligans and beggars.

But he had no time to pay attention to these details now, and his mind was full of unspeakable pain.

For the first time, he truly understood the meaning of the aches and pains all over his body, and the cramping hunger in his stomach alone made him want to go crazy.

Wave after wave hit non-stop, making him dizzy.

After lying down for a while, I felt that I was too hungry and I could use my strength in my legs and feet, so I slowly sat up and looked around slowly, trying to figure out where I was now.

He was stunned as soon as he looked at him.

Huh?

Why is this scene so familiar?

The grass next to the grove, the thatched huts looming around the corner of the road, the babbling stream, and a row of a dozen men sleeping with bare buttocks.

Old man Zhang patted his head and laughed at himself: It's really old, and he was dazzled to see yesterday's scene.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at it again, and it was still a row of big white stripes.

Ay?

I remember getting everybody out of the way, telling them to prepare dry firewood, and going to set fire to it at night and it rained heavily.

Reached out and touched the ground, it was wet.

Looking at the creek next to him, Old Man Zhang was a little confused. He couldn't tell if it was the original wet mud next to the creek, or if it had rained last night.

I stood up and looked around and found a large bag of clothes resting not far away.

Old man Zhang scratched his head, could it be that I have been dreaming?

By the way, yesterday cut that big pile of firewood, and yesterday's cluster of arrows. It seems that we have to go back to the thatched hut to explore.

After taking two steps, he turned back and said, "Let's pull these bastards out of the creek first."

The idea was good, but when he bent over, he regretted it.

The sudden sharp pain is even more like an arrow.

It hurt from the heels to the tendons, and the body was so tired that it seemed as if he had run a hundred miles in one breath, and then went down to the ground to cut two acres of wheat. Waist, legs, shoulders, back, arms, neck, there is no place that does not hurt.

If you move, there will be a layer of sweat on your head.

After taking two breaths, Old Man Zhang knew that he was seriously out of strength. If you want to recover, you must lie still for at least three days.

In the end, he is a professional martial artist, and his experience of wrestling and fighting since he was a child is there, even if he doesn't have much skill, he can accurately grasp his physical condition. Old man Zhang has been traveling south and north for so many years, even if he has run more than once in Sichuan and Guangzhou, it is not too much to say that he has seen a lot of knowledge.

After thinking about it carefully, he really found a way to relieve his body pain. At this time, you can only take care of yourself first, and those bastards will ask for more blessings for themselves.

Old man Zhang moved his legs and feet little by little, punching a set of punches with a very slow speed in his hands, gently moving his feet, slowly swinging his waist, and gradually moving the muscles and blood in his body before turning around and walking slowly towards the thatched house.

Ever since Old Man Zhang got up, Bing Sanzhang had been watching him. To be honest, I was really surprised to see that he was able to endure the pain and punch all the way to dredge the qi and blood of his whole body. At this time, when I saw him walking back, far away, I greeted him cordially.

"Eh, old man, why are you going? Walking the bend? Didn't catch a hare!"

Looking at Bing Sanzhang's unmistakable smiling face, how did Old Man Zhang feel that it was so hot that he couldn't wait to go up and punch it. But now he could only suppress his thoughts, squeezed out a dry smile, and nodded in response:

"The shopkeeper is laughing, the hero has an old bone, and he walks without the support of a child, where can he catch any rabbits!

Bing Sanzhang was overjoyed, hey: "You didn't answer like that yesterday, why did you change your lines today?"

Old man Zhang was stunned for a moment, and his eyes narrowed instantly.