"My horse! You bastards, what did you do to my Black Tornado!" Before the car stopped, Wu Yuchen had opened the car door and got out, with a sad and angry voice. He could see his Black Tornado from a distance.
He was already lying on his back, with blood flowing all over the floor.
"Stop them!" Ye Ya winked at Han Su: "But don't hurt them."
Han Su glared at Ye Ya, but in the end he did not dare to go against Ye Ya's wishes. He picked up the scimitar that Ge Shu had thrown on the ground and slashed it into the air. He seemed to regard the transparent air as Ye Ya, and made a "whoosh" sound through the air.
"Sound.
"Who are you! A cult?!" After getting out of the car, Wu Yuchen saw more clearly. Black Whirlwind had been disemboweled, and blood and internal organs were flowing all over the floor. It was too horrible to see. Seeing this scene, Wu Yuchen was shocked and hurriedly stepped back.
He took a step forward. There are so many people in cults that are unreasonable. After being discovered, he was lucky not to be silenced. But when he saw a woman with a graceful figure and a beautiful face, she came over with a murderous sword and a gleaming scimitar.
, Wu Yuchen was even more trembling. The few young men behind him who were with him did not dare to come over when they saw this. Only the bold ones hurriedly returned to the car to look for weapons.
"You'd better not come here," Han Su said grimly with a cold face, "otherwise you will end up like this horse!"
"Why did my black whirlwind offend you?" Wu Yuchen couldn't help but argued with grief and anger, already clenching his hands into fists. If Han Su wasn't filled with murderous aura, he would have already rushed over.
At this time, the young people behind him also took a few hidden knives from the car, and someone even took an air gun from the car, and stood behind Wu Yuchen, seeming to embolden him. Seeing the righteousness of his companions, Wu Chen
Hao became bolder: "You killed my black whirlwind and didn't give me an explanation. I'll make you look good!" Han Su snorted coldly and didn't take it seriously. Wu Chenhao seemed to be aware of this.
The words really didn't have much lethality, so I had to grit my teeth and burst out a sentence that everyone knows: "Do you know who my father is!"
"Pfft..." Although Han Su has been working as a mercenary in Africa and West Asia for many years, he is familiar with this sentence. Unexpectedly, someone mentioned it in this rare place on the plateau. Han Su couldn't help laughing and raised his eyebrows.
Yang held the scimitar in his hand and said, "I don't know. I only know that if you don't get out, your father won't be able to recognize you."
While Han Su and Wu Yuchen were talking, a painful muffled sound came from inside the horse's belly. It was like the throat sound of a person who was about to suffocate to death after being stuffed under a pillow.
Hearing this sound, a strange look appeared on the faces of the people who were shaking the horses, but Ye Ya did not speak, and no one dared to stop.
"Okay, stop!" Ye Ya also had a strange look on his face. It was clear that Chen Ziyun had just gotten into the horse's belly not long ago, but judging from the sound he made, he had already woken up at this time. But Ye Ya knew better that only after the wound healed,
Only then could Chen Ziyun wake up from it. Ye Ya was sure that he could cure Chen Ziyun, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.
"Ugh... vomit..." Several people quickly dispersed, and as soon as they dispersed, they heard a sound similar to vomiting coming from the horse's belly.
"Where is this..." Chen Ziyun opened his eyes, but felt sticky and bloody, and the position kept shaking. He was shocked: "Am I swallowed by Sarabhati?"
Chen Ziyun shuddered. Stimulated by the strong blood, he couldn't help but vomit. But when he opened his mouth, sticky plasma poured into his mouth.
In desperation, Chen Ziyun tried his best to escape from this ghostly place. Suddenly he noticed that his right hand seemed to be holding something. Chen Ziyun made a stroke without hesitation, and the sacred moonlight immediately penetrated the horse's belly. Chen Ziyun cut it open with all his strength.
The black horse, which had already been disemboweled, had another horrific scratch on its body.
"Hiss..." After tearing open the horse's belly like a rag, Chen Ziyun immediately got out. Suddenly returning to the sunlight in the darkness, Chen Ziyun couldn't help but be stunned and stood with a blank face.
"Ah... there's a ghost!" Wu Yuchen and the young men and women behind him exclaimed. They didn't know that there was a big living person hidden in the horse's belly. At this time, Chen Ziyun stood in front of them bloody, and they were not scared.
I was so shaken that I felt better. Several girls had already burst into tears.
"Cult! Cult!" Wu Yuchen's face turned pale. After taking a few steps back, he still remembered to say: "Who is that? Quickly, quickly call the police, call the police..."
"What nonsense!" Xie Feng frowned. Ye Ya asked Han Su to deal with these guys. It was really incompetent. He fumbled in his pocket and finally took out a wrinkled black leather ID. On the ID
There was a pattern of a sickle and an ax. Xie Feng raised the certificate in his hand, walked over, and said: "Don't talk nonsense, the relevant departments are handling the case, hurry up and pull it open!"
These words could not scare anyone. The young men were still vigilant. When they saw Xie Feng approaching, they quickly raised their weapons.
Xie Feng frowned. His trick was not easy to use.
"Ah..." Chen Ziyun suddenly let out a shrill cry, covered his crotch with both hands, squatted down quickly, and shouted loudly: "Where are my clothes! Where did you take my clothes..."
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After some explanations, Wu Yuchen and others finally believed that Xie Feng and others were from a "relevant department", but Wu Yuchen was still angry: "The relevant departments are amazing! You think you are urban management..." Finally, Xie
Feng promised to compensate Wu Yuchen for the losses, and moved him emotionally and rationally, explaining that the purpose of forcing his horses was to save people, which made Wu Yuchen's anger calm down a little.
A group of young people were very interested in the weird method of killing horses to save people, but Xie Feng couldn't explain it, and Ye Ya was not in the mood to explain, so Xie Feng had to excuse it by saying he had no comment.
Finally, after borrowing a satellite phone from Wu Yuchen, Xie Feng contacted the organization and asked the organization to come quickly to pick him up. Shen Sha was still injured and asleep, and the two Jade Rakshasa-turned-human beings were also asleep, Xie
Feng naturally hopes to send people back to the 042 agency as soon as possible.
Chen Ziyun found a clear river ditch and took a bath. Xie Feng borrowed a set of clothes from Wu Yuchen to change into. His clothes could no longer be worn.
After taking a bath, Chen Ziyun also listened to Xie Feng's story about what happened after he fell into coma. Hearing that Zen Shiqi had left, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. However, he heard that people who entered Yucheng were sent to the outside world by a mysterious force.
Go, Chen Ziyun suddenly remembered something, slapped his thigh, and cried out: "Where's Xiao Wu! Have you seen Xiao Wu!"
Xie Feng then remembered that after Chen Ziyun fell into the abyss, Wang Xiaowu took the snowman Wukong to Yucheng first, and he never saw her again. Now that he thought about it, Wang Xiaowu was probably in serious danger.
Chen Ziyun got up from the ground in a hurry and went to look for Wang Xiaowu. "Ziyun, don't worry!" Xie Feng comforted him.
"I'm not in a hurry!" Chen Ziyun remembered that he had promised Wang Xiaowu that he would never leave her alone.
At this time, a delicate figure was climbing up from the other side of the foothills. As he climbed, he looked back at the snowman standing in the distance. From time to time, he waved to the snowman.
This is none other than Wang Xiaowu. At this time, Wang Xiaowu looked gray and gray, with a few blood stains on his face. One of the boots under his feet was missing, leaving only a torn sock with a hole. Wang Xiaowu waved to the snowman.
Signing, he murmured in his mouth: "Wukong... I can't bear to leave you... Wuwu... Boss, where are you... Wuwu... I'm so hungry..." There was a cry in the voice, and the pear blossoms were like rain.
When she climbed up the ridge, she saw several familiar figures. Finally, when she saw a man who was rushing to climb up the ridge, she finally couldn't help crying loudly: "Boss... I can't