The body of the crossbow is made of jujube wood, with double strands and strings. The crossbow string is relatively thick and looks like it is made of beef tendon.
The front end of the wooden pole is a sharp triangular steel head, and the crossbow string is straightened and has been slotted.
Xingye held a homemade crossbow in one hand, pointed it at Brother Yu, put his finger lightly on the trigger, and said with a cold face: "Before entering the factory, my grandfather and I fought bandits. Within a hundred meters, I could kill a cow."
It's easy, just say a word if you want to try it."
The flames of the horse lantern danced, and the slotted triangular arrow on the crossbow shone coldly.
The clenched fists behind Brother Yu's back slowly relaxed.
"Master Xing, can't we have a good discussion? Give me a chance! I will definitely convince others to give up Iron Buddha!"
"Bang!"
The old man raised his hand and shot!
The short arrow was nailed to the post between my legs and penetrated the wood three-thirds of the way. Because of its strong force and close distance, the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly.
If it had missed by a few centimeters, it would have hit the middle of my thigh...
"Stop talking. Over the years, two groups of people have come to the factory to look for the Iron Buddha. Those people later disappeared. You said...where did they go?"
My face turned pale and I didn't dare to move. This old man was too cruel.
It's around ten o'clock in the evening.
"Walk!"
He cut the ropes around our feet with a knife, and Master Xing pointed a crossbow at Brother Yu and me from behind, and took us to the abandoned warehouse.
My hands were still tied behind my back. I wanted to run away twice on the way, but Brother Yu looked at me and shook his head.
It's past 11 o'clock.
Brother Yu and I were tied to broken chairs.
Mr. Xing always held the crossbow with one hand, and the surroundings were dark and quiet.
I don’t know if he was bored, so Mr.
Mr. Xing threw four or five cigarette butts at his feet. When the lyrics on his mobile phone sang: "Mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together, the garden is full of spring | The color is intoxicating. I quietly asked the holy monk if my daughter is beautiful." Suddenly, there was a message outside the warehouse.
The sound of parking came.
The singing stopped suddenly.
Mr. Xing looked up at the roof, not knowing who he was talking to. He just heard him murmuring:
"Sister, it's been 50 years, it's been fifty years... I've been guarding you for 50 years. It's time to end. Did you hear it over there? Did the Buddha preach to you?"
The warehouse door was slowly pushed open.
Master Xing instantly raised his crossbow and hid in the darkness.
I stared blankly.
A person came in outside the warehouse, it was not Tian Sanjiu, nor was it Red Eyes.
"Brother, why are you two sitting there?"
"Brother Tian asked me to drive over at 11 o'clock. When I arrived, why didn't I see anyone else?"
Shunzi turned around and looked around. This person was the thief Tian Sanjiu had found to unlock the door before.
"boom!"
"Plop..."
In the blink of an eye, Shunzi fell straight back.
There was a large pool of blood on the ground, and a short crossbow arrow was inserted into the right side of Shunzi's neck.
Shunzi opened her mouth wide and couldn't speak.
He opened his mouth and vomited blood bubbles. He lay on the ground and soon became motionless.
I don’t know where the person is hiding. It’s dark all around. I just hear the old man shouting in the direction of the warehouse door:
"Cowardless bastards!"
"I want the Iron Buddha! Come in and get it!"
Two or three minutes passed.
The sound of a car igniting came from outside the warehouse, and two headlights shone in, illuminating half of the warehouse.
The figure dragged on the ground for a long time.
Tian Sanjiu stepped in.
Tian Sanjiu looked at Brother Yu and me, then looked down at Shunzi who was shot to death by a crossbow, raised one hand high, and said:
"Wang Xinggui, how about we make a deal?"
No one answered.
Tian Sanjiu turned around, looked around and said, "Give me the Iron Buddha, and I'll tell you where Tang Xin is. What do you think?"
"Tang Xin?"
"Tang Xin is already dead!"
"No, Tang Xin is not dead. You should know that Wang Xiaoqin liked him back then and he was involved in that incident. Don't you want to find him?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a bang.
Tian Sanjiu frowned and lowered his head, with a crossbow arrow stuck in his belly.
Mr. Xing walked out of the corner of the warehouse holding a crossbow, talking as he walked.
"You said Tang Xin is not dead? Are you trying to lie to me?"
"he died."
"I buried it with my own hands..."
Holding the wound, blood flowed out from between the fingers.
