River bend on the outskirts of Jiangning, boathouse.
"Shoot."
"Let him go!"
"Cum!"
"You will die miserably!"
"Who are you and why do you want to tie me up?"
"Erlang! His mother——"
"..."
"what have you done!"
"Back off."
There are no lights in the dim corridor of the houseboat. The subtle firelight in the kitchen and the light of the oil lamp in the living room are slightly exaggerated at both ends, as if there is a suffocating atmosphere of confrontation. The giant man, the crossbow, the sharp knife, and the blood are like dying hostages, and the water is soaking from under the feet.
In the past, the giant man was holding a crossbow and roaring angrily, and the anger on his body was completely suppressed. Relatively speaking, the figure a few meters away seemed disproportionate to him, but the hand was just holding the sharp knife quietly.
, hooked on that throat.
When the giant man's angry and threatening voice passed, the responding voice also came directly. The voice was not fierce, nor frivolous, short, quiet and steady, like a pillar fixed in the torrent.
At one moment it looked like it was about to be submerged and swept away by the current, but the next moment the water splashed away, it still stayed there without any change. Almost as soon as the giant man's words fell, the response came immediately, without any trace.
Hesitation and procrastination, for a moment, suppressed the angry aura of the giant man.
The figure took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "What did you do to them..."
"you guess."
"What's wrong--"
The roar was deafening, but the response came back under the roar, a quiet and quick sentence: "If you like it, guess one more time."
The giant man's teeth were trembling as he looked at that figure as if he wanted to eat him alive with his eyes. Then he took a deep breath and finally took a step back.
"I made a mistake..."
"That's good." The only way out is the living room. Ning Yi looked at the steps and replied coldly, pushing the swaying hostage forward for a step, and then, the other party slowly took a step back...
…
"If they're fine, they have to talk."
"good."
"As long as you're not dead."
"good."
"...Otherwise I swear to kill your whole family!"
"good."
"I will skin you and make you die a miserable death!"
"good."
"Ning Yi! Ning Liheng!"
A few steps away, a few words of conversation, and casual and perfunctory answers, the giant man had already arrived at the door of the living room. The light shone on his side. With the roar of anger, his expression was distorted like a convulsion.
It was obvious that he was extremely angry because of such an answer. Normally, this kind of scholar would be frightened even if he met him on the road.
Behind the hostage, the scholar who was cautiously looking at the front with only one eye tilted his head and looked over coldly with two eyes. However, after a moment, he realized that the other person was not because of what he shouted.
He looked at him, and then said word by word: "...continue to retreat, continue to speak, don't stop."
Yang Yi slowly turned around and retreated through the threshold that separated the living room from the corridor.
The bean-like lights swayed in the living room, covering his huge black shadow towards the door, and right next to the door, Yang Heng was hiding there holding a steel knife, exchanging a look with him who was still retreating,
From the moment he heard the first sentence, he did not rush into the passage inside, but stood by the door and prepared for emergency response. In the corridor, Ning Yi watched the transformation of the black shadow, pushing the hostage forward. At this time,
Neither can see the other.
"Who came to you?"
"OK! Yes! OK! Rules!"
Yang Yi stepped back with his crossbow in hand and kicked a stool over.
"You must not be able to run away!"
"Um."
"This is outside the city, no one will come to save you!"
"oh."
"Leave this room and you will die!"
"good."
"I admit that I made a mistake, but you are just a scholar, so you will be scared! Take one wrong step... and you will die!"
Ning Yi's figure appeared at the door, looking at him coldly, and turned the hostage in one direction. Yang Yi shook his head.
"I, Yang Yi, can accept my defeat! As long as you keep my Yang family and have an heir, we can talk about anything."
The lights were dim, and the room seemed to have become darker due to the atmosphere of the confrontation. Yang Heng was leaning against the wall next to the door, holding the steel knife and looking alertly. Next to him, Ning Yi was about to push the hostage in, with the sharp knife still held.
He looked quietly at the hand holding the knife.
At the table in the distance, Yang Yi's expression softened: "I, Yang Yi, keep my word."
Steps came in, and the slightly changed tone suddenly sounded: "How to talk?"
It was also at this moment that the atmosphere of the confrontation seemed to have dropped to a minimum. Beside the wall, Yang Heng moved the five fingers of his left hand slightly, slightly preparing to lift it up. At the next moment, the sound of violent shouting suddenly started.
"Look at the stick——"
"careful--"
The atmosphere that had been slightly lowered suddenly reached its peak in an instant. This was the first time that the scholar named Ning Yi drank. The lights shook, the figures swayed, the wind howled, and the black shadow suddenly swung towards Yang Heng.
He raised the knife and lifted it up, but the straw rope broke in the air.
The earthen jar was spinning and flying, getting closer to Yang Heng, and he subconsciously raised his elbows.
boom--
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
"What the hell-"
"Cum-"
"I am going to kill you--"
"You're dead, you're dead!"
“Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger—”
The dim lights, the room, and the fragments of the earthen jars exploded in the darkness, and the boiling oil rushed towards Yang Heng's upper body. Suddenly, a cry of pain was heard along with a sizzling sound. Yang Yi instantly raised his crossbow, angrily.
There was no sign of relaxation in the drinking room anymore, and he was about to rush over immediately. Ning Yi pushed the hostage up a few steps and rushed into the room, then pulled the hostage back to a corner on one side.
The voices of the three people in the whole room echoed together. Yang Heng's elbows and upper body blocked a lot of boiling oil and did not hit his head directly, but one eye was still affected. This was Xia Tian, and he was wearing
He was only wearing single clothes. At this time, half of his body was soaked by the boiling oil. He swung his knife and split a stool next to him while screaming. He could also yell and curse out loud. There were blisters on his face and body, which was so hideous.
Like a monster! It looked like it was about to pounce at any time, while Yang Yi shook his head vigorously.
"I don't believe you would let him go now—"
"He didn't dare to kill Dalang! He didn't dare to kill Dalang!"
"Come on, try it, why don't you pull the trigger!"
"I won't let you out."
"Kill him!"
"Come here, no matter what I do, as long as something goes wrong, this knife will snap his neck immediately..."
"There's no way you're walking out of this door today!"
"Block the door!"
"His trachea will be torn open, blood will pour out of his throat, and more foam will form. Of course your son will feel pain, and then he will find that he can't breathe..."
"If he dies, you will die..."
"I'll cut off your hand-"
"Do you know what it feels like to not be able to breathe? Imagine it, like a fish out of water, his whole body will twitch, his hands and feet will move randomly, his neck has been cut, and he may even pick at it with his hands.
Then there will be more blood on the hands and body until he feels nothing at all. Maybe you can drink a cup of tea and watch this process slowly! Come on!"
"You will definitely die worse than him!"
"But he is your son!"
The three people in the room were like the three endpoints of the confrontation, moving occasionally and keeping their distance. They all spoke very fast. Yang Yi held the crossbow to block the door and sounded determined. The crossbow swayed and tried to aim at Ning Yi's vitals.
, the ferocious-looking Yang Heng was fiery and ferocious. Ning Yi spoke quietly and quickly, staring at the two giant men in the room. Yang Heng was even ready to pounce while shouting. Ning Yi adjusted his direction slightly, and he
He went back again.
"I won't make any more terms with you, and you won't let my son go!"
"He would never dare to take action!"
"If you move, I will move!"
"No one can go out today."
"Whether I can hold on longer or your son can hold on longer..."
"Oh--"
Yang Heng suddenly shouted loudly and seemed to be about to charge forward with a knife. Ning Yi took out something with his left hand behind his back, and sparks shook in the room: "Come on!" It was a fire brought out from the kitchen.
Zhezi. Yang Heng's face was ferocious, he stopped walking and shouted: "Throw it!"
"Of course I can throw it."
"Then throw it over!"
"If you have the guts..."
Yang Heng took a step forward, Ning Yi waved his hand, and he suddenly stopped and retreated towards the rear. However, he did not really throw the fire stick. After repeating this several times, this giant man like an iron tower seemed to be desperate and kept trying.
Approaching Ning Yi. He was also determined not to kill the hostage at the last moment. Ning Yi did not dare to kill the hostage and create chaos and loopholes. Ning Yi held the hostage with a knife in his right hand and was also moving his position. Not far away, Yang Yi was vigilant with a crossbow.
At a certain moment, Yang Heng and Yang Yi exchanged a look, and Yang Heng suddenly jumped out.
The room was already tense to the extreme. The three people tensed up. Ning Yi waved his hand and Yang Heng moved again. Then there was another loud shout. Yang Heng and Yang Yi staggered their positions. Huo Zhezi let go.
He came out and flew towards Yang Heng.
Yang Yi was faster over there and kicked a stool away. The fire stick was knocked away. Yang Heng rushed over without reservation. Ning Yi grabbed the oil lamp on the side pillar with his backhand.
The next moment, the oil lamp did not pull, and the lamp was actually nailed to the pillar. Yang Heng came closer! He grabbed the sharp knife placed on his nephew's neck. Yang Yi kicked away the stool that was blocking the way, and at the same time approached with all his strength!
Ning Yi's left hand brushed into the oil lamp and splashed out covered with kerosene.
The room was dark for a moment. Yang Heng grabbed the sharp knife with his left hand and pulled it away with force. The next moment, the dimmed fire light lit up between Ning Yi and Yang Heng.
boom--
The flames rose and bloomed! They flew out in two directions!
At this moment, Ning Yi used the wick and kerosene to ignite the other party's body, and at the same time, ignited his left hand.
In the rising fire, Yang Heng screamed, but his hand still pulled the sharp knife away from his nephew's neck. Ning Yi pulled the knife hard, and blood flashed in the fire. On the other side, Yang Yi was approaching,
Reaching out and pointing the crossbow at him, Ning Yi let go of the hostage, rushed to the side, and slashed Yang Heng's head with his sword.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"
"Ah ah--"
"ah--"
The crossbow arrow flew past Ning Yi's back, and Yang Heng's body was ignited with screams of flames, Yang Yi's shouts, and the sound of Ning Yi struggling to swing his sword. The figures intertwined in this moment, and the flames raged wildly. Yang Yi
Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed his son's shoulders and pushed him to the side. When he tried to grab Ning Yi, he missed the opportunity. Ning Yi originally rushed towards the direction where Yang Heng rushed to swing his knife, but now he followed his son.
After rushing out, he couldn't react for a moment. He saw his brother's body ignited with flames and a sharp knife deeply embedded in his head. When he chased Ning Yi and his son, he suddenly discovered that there was a tie between them.
got a rope.
The scholar covered in blood almost pushed his son to the other side of the room, then turned around, pulled out an iron drill from behind with his right hand and pressed it against his son's throat again, looking this way.
Yang Heng took a few steps back and fell to the ground in the flames. The flames were not a fatal injury. If he rushed out and jumped into the river, it would not be fatal. However, Ning Yi took advantage of his sudden panic and slashed the top of his head with a knife.
It's enough to be fatal.
Everyone was scheming. Just now, Yang Heng and Yang Yi showed some flaws, leading Ning Yi to throw the fire fold. If Ning Yi hadn't walked to the oil lamp at that time, I'm afraid he wouldn't have thrown it out so easily. After all, this room belongs to the Yang brothers.
, they knew that the oil lamp was fixed, but the scholar definitely didn't know. Yang Heng risked his life just to take advantage of this moment of hesitation to break the situation. Who knew that the scholar could react so fiercely in that moment?
, just light your own hand and hit the other person.
At this time, across the room, he was still holding the hostage in front of him. His left hand was originally holding the hostage's chest. At this time, the flames were still burning. When Yang Yi's eyes turned around with sadness and anger, he also spoke coldly to the hostage.
Looking at each other, his burning left hand slapped the hostage a few times, and then slapped himself. The kerosene stained his arm and wrist, and it couldn't be wiped out for a while. Yang Yi watched his hand flying in the air again.
He waved, then suddenly clenched his fist into a fist and waved hard with his backhand.
There was a bang.
There was originally a wine jar with black tiles behind it. The jar was large, and the walls of the jar were burned very thickly. I didn’t know how much strength I expended at this time, and I punched the jar and broke it. It is estimated that the bones in my hands were cracked or even fractured.
The wine rushed out suddenly, and he put out the flames of his left arm in the wine, making a sizzling sound. The whole hand was trembling slightly, and it looked like it was useless.
However, the cold look in his eyes and the right hand holding the iron drill pressed against his son's throat did not even move. He only frowned and twitched slightly several times...