Push that god!

The fat-minded mayor spared no effort to slap dirty water on Ni Chao, and successfully provoked the deep resentment in the hearts of the residents who had long escaped from the world. Ni Chao is motionless.

A middle-aged man who was very close to him, with a strong build and a dark complexion, slapped Ni Chao's face without hesitation. The slap made Ni Chao's head tilted to the side, and bright red blood overflowed from the corners of his pale lips. How ruthless that man was, and how deep his hatred was.

The man sneered coldly, "Look, what are you looking at, it will definitely make your death ugly."

He had lost too much blood, and his already pale face was now even paler, with no blood at all, and he almost lost his breath after being slapped.

Ni Chao pressed his tongue against his chin, enduring the bloody smell in his mouth, and cast his eyes coldly, without any fear, as if he would rather die than surrender.

The middle-aged man was angered by his provocation, and mercilessly greeted Ni Chao's face with loud slaps one after another. A little smile gradually appeared in Ni Chao's eyes. stay awake.

He was holding tightly in his hand when the crowd was chaotic just now, someone threw a tile over, as long as he was given a little more time, he could get out of the current predicament.

His eyes faded away from the particularly prominent obese man, revealing a resolute ruthlessness.

Cold sweat dripped down Ni Chao's body, Lao Gao's face was swollen, and his mouth was glaring scarlet. The man seemed to have enjoyed the beating and was tired. He was called aside by the mayor, and after a few words quietly, he brought With a few people walking to the side.

Ni Chao moved his lips, but there was no sound coming out of his mouth, the tip of a silver gun that was so useless and useless.

He clenched his teeth, moved his fingers, and the hemp rope that bound him seemed to be loose. He turned his head and stared at the fat old man with disdain in his eyes.

After a while, the restless crowd suddenly spread out and formed a circle. The middle-aged man led a few people and piled up firewood near Ni Chao. The fat old man walked to the firewood pile and took others The torch passed over: "Folks, the little Japanese devils are the filthiest beasts in the world. We can't let them ruin our land, not even a little ashes."

There was an angry echo from below.

Fuck it, Ni Chao never imagined that one day he would be cremated alive.

The body is still being struck by lightning, patience is running out little by little, and reason is being pulled back at the critical point, now is not the best time to attack, only one blow is sure to hit, after being exposed, waiting for oneself will be cruel to the stake.

The fat old man seemed to enjoy everyone's admiration very much. He babbled nonsense filled with righteous indignation for a long time before he walked to the side in a leisurely manner and bent down to pick up the bowl full of blood on the ground. I couldn't even bend down, tried a few times, and my forehead was sweating in a hurry.

The smile on his lips froze, and only the most respected person in the town personally picked up the blood bowl containing the enemy, poured it on the sacrifice with his own hands, and worshiped the dead souls, and those undead souls who died in vain could be freed.

The obese old man had a stiff old face, and slowly squatted down while supporting his stomach. The accident happened at this moment.

Surprised people around discovered that the man who was supposed to be lying on the wooden frame that had been built, unable to move, suddenly slammed his body on the mayor's body like a hungry tiger, nailing him to the ground, and screaming. Heavy thud.

The porcelain piece in his hand, with a sharp broken blade, touched the temple of the town, raised his head, his eyes were red, and his gaze ruthlessly slipped across the faces of the stunned crowd.

The mayor, who had been pampered and pampered for many years, couldn't stand the force, and fell to the ground with a puddle of mud, nosebleeds and blood from his mouth splattered wildly.

At this moment, Ni Chao realized that he was in a closed room, the walls were made of stones, the height was about three meters, and the air was dull and oppressive.

Ni Chao bit his lower lip tightly, the pain could keep him awake but not powerless, he fell short, before the crowd woke up from the sudden situation, he picked up the porcelain piece and scraped off the hemp rope on his foot three or five times .

The dumbfounded people finally came to their senses, and it exploded like a drop of cold water poured into boiling water.

Panicked, they surrounded Ni Chao, staring at him like poisonous snakes, the middle-aged man changed color, and his lips trembled: "You crazy dog, let go of my father."

Ni Chao sneered, raised his swollen face like a pig's head, spat hard, and uttered a few words hoarsely: "Get out of here."

He has a hostage in his hand, unless this person doesn't care about his father's life or death, he can only use a mouse trick.

Sure enough, the man looked at the fat old man lying on the ground with difficulty breathing for a while, and led the man back slowly.

Ni Chao carefully paid attention to the movement around him, gasped for breath, glanced at the clear and ferocious scratches on his wrist, his eyes became colder, he stabbed open the old man's clothes, pulled a piece tied around his wrist, and the broken piece in his hand The blade pressed firmly against the old man's neck, and hit the old man hard with his elbow. The old man groaned and coughed violently. Ni Chao angrily shouted: "Get up, go outside."

The old man was pulled up by Ni Chao forcefully like a piece of rag, and stood firmly in front of him.

The old man who was acting as a human shield was so frightened that he was out of his wits, trembling and screaming, and let the crowd disperse a way for Ni Chao to pass.

Ni Chao waved forward the torch he took from a passer-by, grabbed the old man's back collar with one hand, and walked backwards towards the exit.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the sky in the mountains was so dark that it was almost impossible to see the road. The heavy rain poured down and the road became more muddy, which added difficulty to the already difficult mountain trails.

Nervously, Old Man Huang climbed far behind Old Man Sun step by step.

The mountain trembled more and more, and the old man Sun, who was struggling to climb up, finally stopped, bent his waist, and pushed aside a piece of ground covered with thick grass, and the dark hole opened his bloody mouth and looked at the person coming.

Old man Huang panted heavily, and when his breathing was evenly mixed, Old Man Sun had already entered. Old Man Huang bowed his body, cursed a few words, and followed his body quietly.

Suddenly there was a slight noise in his ears, and he saw a shadow flashing in the darkness, and then the sap fell down, and the old man Huang only had time to let out an "ouch", his body was as heavy as a stone, and he fell down.

Old man Sun lit the fire folder, lit the oil lamp on the rock wall of the cave, bent over, and dragged old man Huang deep.

Old man Sun kicked the unconscious old man Huang with his foot, and snorted coldly: "Thief bone, there is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell to come in. You old bone should be honored to be the first experimenter of our imperial army." Taste."

He squinted his eyes, took out a sealed black box from the crevice of the stone, about the size of a human palm, opened the lid, and there were rows of test tubes and several syringes lying inside.

Old man Sun took out the syringe with a blank expression, pulled out the needle cover, and skillfully pumped the liquid medicine in a test tube into the needle tube. The pillow slowly approached Huang's arm, the corners of his lips pursed, and his pupils contracted fiercely. , complex eyes flashed in his eyes, gradually turned fierce, and sighed softly: "You will become an immortal legend, leading you Chinese people to create a brand new world."

As he spoke, he glanced mockingly at the unconscious old man Huang, and slowly and gently injected the potion into his arm.

After finishing all this, as if he had accomplished some important task, he breathed a sigh of relief, covered the black box, wrapped it with layers of cloth, put it in his arms, climbed out of the cave entrance, and covered the cave entrance with thick thatch. Putting off the wet clothes on his body, he stepped on the muddy mountain road and walked into the rain curtain.

Watching Ni Chao, who took the mayor as a hostage, staggered down the mountain, the crowd who had lost their backbone seemed distraught, and they dared not go down the mountain casually. Many years ago, people died unexpectedly one after another, which had already been planted in their hearts. Sow the seeds of fear and become timid and vulnerable.

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely. Even though his closest relatives were kidnapped, he still didn't dare to take the courage to lead the crowd out of the stone house.

The atmosphere became dull, and the mood became more and more depressed.

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded: "It's all right, everyone is all right."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly greeted him: "Uncle Sun, why are you here? That damned little Japanese kidnapped Dad."

Old man Sun comforted with a smile: "It's okay, the man lost a lot of blood and was given medicine. He was at the end of his strength and passed out on the way down the mountain. Someone sent the mayor back to the town safely. You also know that there are people with medical skills in the town, and the mayor will be fine."

The middle-aged man showed joy, and thanked Old Man Sun several times. After he calmed down everyone's emotions, Old Man Sun said with a smile: "The mayor told you not to worry about him, so he can live here."

Pointing to the package in his hand, with a smile in his eyes, he opened it slowly: "I heard from the mayor that someone is not feeling well recently. I just brought some medicine here and gave him an injection to ensure that the medicine will cure the disease."

Old man Sun's medical skills are trusted by the people in the town. Those who have been hiding in the mountains for many years are not as healthy as before and have many problems. No one has a headache and brain fever, and they are eager to tell old man Sun about their symptoms.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and there were bursts of thunder in the distance. The torrential rain fell from the sky crazily, and the dark sky seemed to be about to collapse in the next moment.