Chapter 735: The flood

Dadao Xiaochou looked around in panic. Behind a huge rock, a hearty laugh suddenly came from behind.

Everyone was shocked.

Amid the laughter, an old man in a green robe flashed out like a ghost. The old man in a green robe had a thin figure, a waxy face, slightly raised buck teeth, and a few yellow beards curled up, embellished on his chin. His legs and feet were flexible, but he was holding a pair of crutches in his hand, made of fine iron, and was shiny and dazzling.

Detective Crip Li! This person is actually Detective Crip Li!

The cripple Li walked over, staring at Dadao Xiaochou, the smile on his face slowly faded away, and his voice was very stern: "You are entrusted by someone to escort the prison car, how can you find a mistake?"

Dadao Xiaochou lowered his head in shame.

The cripple Li slowly turned around and faced the young man in mourning clothes.

The young man still lowered his head, and his face turned pale.

The cripple Li was silent for a while and suddenly said, "You can leave!"

The young man still lowered his head and said coldly: "Yes!" He only said one word and left without looking back. Chef Ma also left, and along with the group of women in mourning clothes, they soon disappeared into the vast twilight...

The cripple Li looked at Dadao Xiaochou and suddenly said, "Do you still want to die?"

Dadao Xiaochou smiled bitterly and said, "I just wanted to die, but now, even if I want to die, I can't die."

The cripple Li Xiao said, "Why?"

Dadao Xiaochou said: "Because I owe you a life!"

Li Zi is not polite: "I have saved your life."

Dadao Xiaochou sighed and said, "I don't know when I will be able to repay this favor?"

The cripple Li said, "I saved your life, not because I wanted you to repay the favor." His sallow face shone in the fire: "Not only do I want you to repay my favor, but I also want to invite you to have a good meal." The cripple Li said, and suddenly took out a big red invitation from his arms.

Dadao Xiaochou curiously took the big red invitation and then spread it carefully. The moment he finished reading the invitation, his face changed and turned pale...

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On a spring night, the wind blows outside the window. Luo Xiaofeng is not sleeping. A light on the table is like beans. There are three unbreakable prison carts in the yard.

At the entrance of the yard, eight people were arranged to take turns on duty.

Tie Jian Lixiang lives in a wing room opposite Luo Xiaofeng. The windows of the wing room are closed tightly. The white lattice paper is illuminated by dim candlelight.

Late at night, there was no sound around. Luo Xiaofeng was carrying his hands on his back and forth in the room.

The wind outside the window was sobbing.

Luo Xiaofeng was not sleepy at all, and a sudden anxiety made him feel uneasy.

In the small courtyard outside the window, dozens of red lanterns were hung. There were many burning torches inserted on the high walls.

Taoist Huanyang has escaped. Li Chaodu will never be the kind of villain who speaks sweet words. He lives in Wuming Village tonight. According to principles, it should be safe. However, Luo Xiaofeng always had an ominous premonition. After coming to Piaomiao Continent, with the assistance of Tianxinzhu and the Eight Great Inheritance Pearls, his sensory organs became surprisingly keen. But recently, all the treasures on Luo Xiaofeng's body have inexplicably entered a deep dormant state. His feeling that was different from ordinary people slowly disappeared. However, tonight, he had an ominous premonition. This premonition came from his instinct.

The night wind gradually became fierce. The red lanterns were swaying back and forth, and torches on the walls were burning and flames were howling.

Luo Xiaofeng pushed the door and walked out. On the left side of the courtyard was a long corridor. In the middle of the corridor, a lantern was hung alone.

Luo Xiaofeng stood at one end of the corridor and stared at the end of the corridor. The corridor was deep and dark shadows were everywhere. Luo Xiaofeng suddenly discovered that a white shadow flashed at the end of the corridor.

A faint white shadow flashed in the dark corridor. If you don’t pay attention, you will not be able to find it at all. A cold wind suddenly came from the deep corridor, as if it was blowing from the snow-capped mountains that were frozen for thousands of years.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed and a dagger came as lightning.

Luo Xiaofeng stood still. The sharp dagger was pierced on the wooden pillar beside him, and a small note was tied to the tail of the dagger.

Paper is white paper, and the characters are black, with clear black and white: the corridors and pavilions are places to take refuge.

Luo Xiaofeng looked carefully and found that there was indeed a wooden pavilion at every turn of the corridor! Who was the one who sent the note? Is there really a danger tonight? Is the words on the note true or false? Luo Xiaofeng doesn't know! Responding to changes with the unchanging situation may be the best way to deal with it.

The night is terrifyingly quiet! The sky is covered with clouds and the cold wind passes through the walls, mixed with a creepy cry.

Just after the second update, a muffled sound suddenly sounded outside the village. The earth trembled, and the tiles on the eaves fell down one after another. People were awakened by the huge vibrations and ran out in panic.

As soon as the earth-shaking muffled sound passed, a deafening roar came from a distance. The roar was like thousands of troops galloping and trampling on the vast battlefield.

Luo Xiaofeng swept up the roof.

Outside the village, it was pitch black. On the top of the mountain in the distance, there were a few green fires flashing.

The roar is getting closer and closer...

Luo Xiaofeng's face changed. He was a very calm person, but now he couldn't help panic.

Luo Xiaofeng jumped into the yard and shouted loudly: "The flood... the flood is coming..."

The flood comes as soon as it comes!

The courtyard wall collapsed and the flood roared into the courtyard.

Luo Xiaofeng grabbed a prison car and threw it into the corridor with all his might.

"The corridor pavilion is a place to take refuge!" No matter whether the words on the note were true or false, Luo Xiaofeng had to give it a try at this extremely critical moment.

Dozens of yamen runners were washed away by the flood, and the rest were all rushing around to cry.

Luo Xiaofeng picked up the second prison car and shouted: "Fast-for-the-garden pavilion...Fast-for-the-garden pavilion..."

Seven or eight yamen runners had rushed into the pavilion in the corridor. The remaining two prison vans were also thrown into by Luo Xiaofeng.

There are seven turns in the corridor, and each turns is a exquisite pavilion. The pavilion is made of mahogany and carved on it. The four pavilions closest to the courtyard are already crowded with people. The pavilion is not big, and each pavilion can only accommodate six people. The first pavilion is stacked with two prison chariots. On the carved railings of the pavilion, two terrifying yamen runners, roaring by the railings. The torches inserted on the wall have all been extinguished, and only dozens of red lanterns are swaying in the night wind. The red lights reflect on the turbid water surface, faintly red.

When Luo Xiaofeng sent the two yamen runners riding on the railing into the pavilion, Tie Jian Lixiang had already taken the third prison cart and entered the sixth pavilion steadily. Tie Jian Lixiang's face was colder than the iron sword on his back.

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