When Sister Qi and her party were groping in the dark tunnels, the three brothers had already fought their way out of the encirclement and shook off the pursuers far away.

The boss is still a broken horse, and at this moment he regrets a little in his heart, annoyed by his original arrangement.

Now that the inner city is all under martial law, and there are more heavily guarded troops, not to mention a few big living people, even if they are incarnated as birds, they will also be shot down by raindrops of arrows.

It's really hard to fly, not to mention that there are three children who don't know anyone, it's really cumbersome.

At first, I asked Sister Qi to bring her children to Kyoto, firstly, because she didn't want the two children to starve to death, so she moved the idea of cultivating heirs, and secondly, because there was a woman to take care of the baby, which was better than some gentlemen who only knew how to fight.

The most important point, and the tacit reason, is that the baby in Sister Qi's arms, his background has yet to be verified.

It is almost impossible for him to be the orphan of the third child, and the identity of the prince is seventy percent, and this alone is worth gambling with his life.

could have been placed outside the city, but he didn't dare to take this risk, in case someone found out and took the lead, wouldn't it be a waste of his previous efforts?

Even if you are crushed, you must firmly grasp this river crossing soldier who has a chance to capture the king in your hands!

You must know that although he has no intention of usurping the throne, he can support the merits of being a very popular minister, and when the emperor is young, is he not the right to cover the sky with one hand?

He is accustomed to low-brow and obedient eyes, and always hopes that one day he will trample those invincible people under his feet, this is his monstrous ambition!

So at this moment, I must not lose my life, obstruct my future, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

The pursuers behind had already arranged their formation, and the first ten crossbowmen lined up, and after a command, the arrows struck his back.

At this critical juncture, the boss jumped up, and his figure tore through the flying fish suit in midair, revealing a piece of gold silk soft armor, and a silver wire wrapped around his waist.

The seemingly thin and soft silver thread, like a spider thread swaying in the wind, was not lethal at all, but when the thin line flashed in front of the platoon of pursuers, the ten people were wrapped around their necks before they could see clearly.

With a "bang", the necks of ten people were cut at the same time, and the blood in their necks gushed out like a fountain.

Looking at the heads of people rolling all over the ground, the pursuers behind stopped, their faces bloodless with fright, what kind of magic is this, is it the deputy Qianhu of the Jinyi Guard in front of him, or a demon god from the Demon Prison?

Without waiting for everyone to come to their senses, the boss, who was alone in the broken back, threw out a small bottle of liquor from his waist like lightning, and at the moment when it was about to fall from the sky, another bottle was thrown horizontally, and the two bottles collided, making a crisp sound, and shattered into powder.

The liquor turned into rain and poured on a crowd of people, and it only took a little fire for the crowd to turn into a sea of fire.

The pursuers hurriedly threw down the torches in their hands, but unexpectedly, a small fire fold hit the body of the first person at an extremely fast speed, and suddenly the flames were everywhere.

In this panic, the hundred households led by him decisively killed the three people who initially ignited the flames, stopped the spread of the fire in time, and was about to give the order to pursue, when a knife had already flown over and pierced his heart!

The Jinyi Guard, who was in a leaderless state, was even more riotous, and just wanted to escape from the battle to save his life, but the one from the Admiral Dongchang, after they returned in vain, would definitely not be spared, so they had to bite the bullet and prepare for the next round of offensive.

After this riot, as the boss's deputy Qianhu got enough time to escape, he walked away with a whip, and the pursuers reacted that there was no trace.

And a few people who climbed out of the tunnel appeared under the wooden coffins of a Yizhuang, and there were more than a dozen coffins parked in the empty room, and there were some fishy and unpleasant corpse smells.

In charge of guarding Yizhuang was a withered old man with a burned face, a pair of black hands that were almost burned, not so much human hands as dry wood.

In this righteous village, any dead person is better looking than him, but this ghostly work is more like a harmful zombie, and it is a hundred times more terrifying.

Late this night, he had no intention of sleeping, sitting on the wooden chair in a daze, looking at the coffin in the room, just like his friends for many years, there was an indescribable weirdness.

He watched as someone crawled out of the ground, and watched quietly without the slightest fear, as if it were all meant to be.

When everyone appeared in the room, he finally spoke, and said in a faint voice that was about to die: "I have come all the way, I must be tired, do you want to drink saliva?"

"No need, Uncle Shi. The brocade guard with the broken arm spoke.

The living dead who was called Uncle Shi didn't raise his head, looked at his pair of ghost claws, and still whispered: "There is only the lowest work in the entire imperial city here, where is the uncle?"

"Uncle Shi, can you send us out of the city?"

"How can I be an old bone? ”

The brocade guard with the broken arm knelt down at the moment, and the silent brocade guard also knelt down together, and at this time, Feng Mu cried out very uninterestingly.

Just because he was too hungry, it was really unbearable, from birth to the present, he kept running and fleeing, at first he drank some pumpkin soup, and then drank a little rice soup, but now he really hasn't eaten a drop of water.

"This baby?"

"Uncle Yu is the orphan of the third brother. ”

"I see, Qinggang finally died at your hands. ”

"He committed suicide, and so did the Seven Girls. Sister Qi said hurriedly.

In fact, it's not suicide, but it's not a homicide, both of them died of excessive blood loss, but in order to ask for help, it is natural to say it better, this ghost-like old man, the yin and yang weirdness is so disgusting.

But these skilled Jinyi guards all had to call their uncle and kneel down to beg him, how could she not understand this old man's skills.

"Are you again?"

"I'm the mother of two three-year-olds, and now I have another child. ”

"Well, for the sake of the three children, you will not die today, so get out of here. ”

"Uncle Shi!"

As soon as the brocade guard with the broken arm screamed, he was carried up by a strong wind and slammed into the wall, spurting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, covering his chest, extremely uncomfortable.

"Before I change my mind. ”

Carrying a huge bamboo tube and holding two children, Jinyiwei hurriedly stood up and walked towards the door, Sister Qi was so frightened that her face was bloodless, and she picked up the baby and followed behind.

The brocade guard with the broken arm also stood up and chased after him, and as soon as the three of them opened the door, they heard the voice of the old man behind him who was almost dying: "You go, baby, stay." ”

The faces of the three of them suddenly changed greatly, and Sister Qi was shocked, how could a ghost old man who was about to die raise a baby, didn't he bury a life in vain?

The two brocade clothes have other considerations, and regardless of the child's complicated life experience, just because he is the orphan of the third brother, he cannot be handed over to the uncle.

God knows what kind of monster this weird old man will turn the child into, and with the hatred accumulated in his heart, I am afraid that he will turn this child into a sharp blade of revenge.

A baby has to grow up in the pile of dead people all the time, and the three of them feel a chill down their backs just thinking about it.

"Run, I'll buy a moment at most. ”

As soon as the Broken Arm Jinyi Guard's voice fell, his figure flashed, and he had already appeared in front of the withered old man. The embroidered spring knife on his waist "choked" out of the sheath, and he had already made three moves in a moment.

The half-dead old man was still sitting on the wooden chair, allowing him to slash horizontally and vertically, but he moved his body slightly, and the wooden chair also rotated.

The one-armed brocade guard swung the knife again, but was gently pinched by the old man with two fingers, and the embroidered spring knife was like being embedded in a boulder, and it was difficult to pull it out.

With a crisp sound of "clang", the embroidered spring knife was broken, and the old man's left hand was inadvertently swung out, hitting the abdomen of the brocade guard with the broken arm.

I saw him fall backwards one after another, knocking down a huge coffin, and a corpse rolled out inside, and the smell of the corpse was even more unpleasant, and he only felt a sweetness in his mouth, and spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

When his kneeling body struggled to stand up, the old man had disappeared into thin air, leaving only an empty wooden chair.

The ghost of the old man appeared in front of the fleeing eldest sister Qi and the bamboo tube brocade guard, and said sharply in a voice that returned to the light: "Give me the baby." ”

"I'm afraid not. ”

In the dark night, another gentle and delicate voice sounded, like an ethereal Jiangnan minor.