Mr. Fang?

There are two types of people in this world who are called "Old Fang", one is an old man with the surname "Fang", and the other is the leader of the Miao village.

Instead of leaving, I subconsciously turned around and looked at the old man with an old face and smell of dry tobacco and shouted: "You, you are Mi'er's grandfather Long Laojiu, right?"

The old man glared at me, scolded him with a stern face, saying why I asked so much, leave quickly...

While speaking, four or five Miao men jumped off the roof. Each of these people had extremely strange patterns on their faces, which were extremely ferocious.

But they were more vicious than the patterns on their faces. They stepped on the mud in the gutter and rushed here. The man in the lead was naked, revealing his strong muscles full of scars. When he saw the old man, he was subconsciously stunned and asked Mr. Fang, what do you mean?

The old man ignored them, took a deep breath and said to me Wang Ming, you are Mi'er's only sustenance in this world. If you die too, how can you keep your eyes closed when you call Mi'er in the nine springs?

After saying this, he did not look at me, but turned around, took out a cigarette gun from his waist, and said to the group of people: "Whoever wants to catch him, step over my body!"

The man who spoke just now was speechless, and the two young men following behind were obviously newborn calfs who were not afraid of tigers, and were the ages that despise authority the most. He held the Miao Knife of the center of the head and pointed at the front: "You immortal, I have long wanted to cut you down. Since you are a roadblock, what are you afraid of?"

As he spoke, he rushed up like a strong cheetah.

"Go away!"

The old man took a sip of the tobacco gun in his hand, and the spark was particularly bright in the dark. His roar woke me up. Thinking that I was staying here was just a burden and no one could save me. Staying away from here was my best choice.

I turned around and left. The people wanted to rush up and catch me, but the old man stopped me.

I didn't look back, but I could hear the fierce collision between the tobacco pole and the Miaodao behind me. It was jingling, and each hit seemed to have exhausted all its vitality.

I ran wildly on the hillside and the stilt road, thinking that this old man Fang should be Mi'er's grandfather, that is, Fang Laolong Laojiu in the Miao village. If so, those people should not be his opponent.

Yes, it should be like this. If it were before, I might think that four or five strong men were not a problem to an old man. However, when I became a practitioner, my thoughts changed.

He will definitely be fine.

My comfort in myself like this is actually just a constant psychological suggestion, making me seem less guilty.

In fact, except for thinking this way, my mind was almost blank at that time.

Everything that happened here was far beyond my imagination.

I don’t know why Mier’s father, Long Tianluo, was still full of energy without a heart, and he even put me to death, just as I didn’t understand why he and Long Laojiu wanted to give their dearest daughter to death.

What makes me even more incomprehensible is that Long Tianluo was chasing us, so why did Long Laojiu help?

As a Miao village, Mr. Fang should be the spiritual leader and ruler of all Miao people, but why are those Miao people not afraid of him?

I really don't know what secrets are hidden behind everything.

I don’t want to know, because the only thing I care about at this moment is why the road ahead is so rugged. I ran very fast, fell a lot in a row, and got so bad that I felt a headache.

Seeing that we were about to reach the village wall we had climbed over before, two people suddenly rushed over from the side. When they saw me, they immediately shouted: "It's him, catch this kid."

The two rushed over to catch me, and their steps were very fast. When I was the first to reach out, I hit the man in the chest with a close-up hit.

The guy fell to the ground without saying a word. The other guy saw me so fiercely, subconsciously took two steps back, and then suddenly raised an object in his hand.

I originally wanted to escape without hesitation, but when I saw the thing in the man's hand, my body immediately stopped.

It's a gun!

This thing is not a common gun on the market, but often appears in anti-Japanese dramas. This Mauser military pistol, which is called box cannons and crumbling guns by the majority of Chinese people, was born a hundred years ago and was widely used in the War of Resistance Against Japan in the last century. As a fan of the puppet military, I naturally recognize it.

And I also judged from the black oily light that appeared on the guy's gunshot that this thing is most likely true.

If it is true, I will turn around and escape at this time and will definitely eat bullets.

In the midst of lightning, I chose to believe that there should be firearms in this Miao village that retained the previous world, so I hurriedly raised my hand and shouted not to shoot, I didn't move.

The man shouted at me viciously: "Come back, squat down, hold your head with both hands!"

I hugged my head with both hands and turned around, but saw a figure rushing out of the darkness and kicked the guy away with one kick.

Bang!

The crisp gunshots were particularly loud in the night sky. I felt my anus tighten, my whole body was tense and I thought I was shot. At this time, the black shadow rushed to me with a sensation of heat, grabbed me, and shouted anxiously: "What are you doing while standing, go quickly?"

The person who came was an old ghost. My trance consciousness finally woke up a little, and found that the palm of his hand that was holding my shoulder was covered with blood.

I followed him over the wall and ran towards the woods on the side.

While running, I asked him if he was injured?

The old ghost told me that yes, but some of them were their own and some of them were from others, so I didn’t suffer any loss. I asked my master again, and the old ghost shook his head and said he didn’t know, so he must have been left there.

I tightened all over, stopped subconsciously, and looked back, but saw more than a dozen black shadows climbing over the village wall and chasing us.

The old ghost pulled me and ran forward hard.

He advised me, Wang Ming, staying with the green mountains is not afraid of burning firewood. When we look back at this time, we will definitely not be able to save your master, but we will just go to die. Only by escaping will we have the chance to save him. Do you remember what he said to us before?

I nodded vigorously and said I remember that if anyone could escape, I would go to Liangxi, Jiangyin to find someone called Yizijian.

The old ghost walked steadily and said that it was good to remember. I tell you that if you want to save your master, there is only this path to go.

There is no need to be a heavy hammer for the drum. I know that at this moment, I and the old ghost are not the opponents of the mysterious enemy in the Miao village. The result of being reckless is only a dead end. So, now, the best way to save our master is to escape.

The two of them rushed to the ground. The old ghost was as fast as a leopard in the forest. Even with me, he didn't delay much speed.

At first we heard dense chasing sounds behind us, but later on, it began to gradually become sparse.

After more than half an hour, we basically got rid of all the pursuits of each other.

This is obviously very difficult, because this is someone else's territory, and they are very familiar with the mountains and rivers. We cannot have the advantage of the home court at all, and can only rely on the physical advantages of the old ghost to support it.

The two of them rolled and crawled away from the tracks of the Dunan Jinji Miao people, and walked along the way. Finally, they arrived at the town when it was almost dawn.

At this time, both of us were exhausted and lay down in a bamboo forest west of the town, unable to say a word.

I lay down for a quarter of an hour, and after some relief, I got up, I saw the old ghost covered in scars. There was even a knife mark on the cheek of my left face from the eyebrow bone to the corner of my mouth, which was bloody, like a cracked mouth of a baby.

I was shocked to see, and stabbed him and asked him how it was going on.

To be honest, I was really worried that the old ghost would die here at that time.

The situation was terrible.

The old ghost stretched out his dirty hand, touched the wound, grinned and smiled bitterly, saying it was okay, I belonged to Xiaoqiang, I am a tough person and I can't die.

I looked at the bright sky and thought of the night of running around, and I was crying without tears, not knowing what to do.

The old ghost spent more time traveling to the world than me. After a little rest, he went to the riverside with me to clean the wounds on his body, and then he got a hat from the farmer's house to cover his face.

Then, he took me to a Yinzi Building in the town.

He found his old classmate Niu Juan and told her about the situation we encountered.

Seeing the two of us with a bruised nose and a bruised face and scars, Niu Juan was shocked. When she learned about our experience, her first reaction was that she didn't believe it.

To be honest, if I were her, I wouldn't believe it.

However, if you don’t believe it or not, Niu Juan still extended a helping hand to us. Not only did she help us buy various medicinal items, but she also squeezed out three thousand yuan from her meager savings to spare for us.

Then, Lao Gui and I took a bus to the county under Niu Juan's arrangement.

We waited in the county for a day, and Niu Juan found the local police station to report the case, talked about the disappearance of my master Mr. Chen, and the local police station went to Nandaopo for investigation.

The next day, we received a response from Niu Juan's investigation. Without any hesitation, we bought a ticket to Liangxi, Jiangyin.

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