Chu Xiaotian stopped prying open the door and turned around to chase me. I couldn't run fast with my hands behind my back, and there was snow on the ground. I ended up being held down after running a few dozen meters.
"Run! How dare you fucking run!"
He raised his hand angrily and wanted to slap me.
"Heh...bah!"
I'm so embarrassed, I've come this far! How could I give him a good look? I just spit on his face.
A mouthful of phlegm stained his forehead and made it stringy.
Chu Xiaotian wiped his face, became furious, and reached out to slap me in the mouth.
"Wait...Brother Tian."
"I think I heard footsteps! Someone is coming out!"
Lan Lan looked panicked and hurried over and lay down on the snow.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the chicken farm opened with a creak, and Chu Xiaotian hurriedly knelt down and put a knife against my chest, meaning to keep me quiet.
The door slowly opened, and after five or six minutes, a dark figure sneakily poked its head out and looked outside.
There was a colored steel tile eave blocking the door, and it was quite dark. I couldn't see the person's face clearly, but I just saw that he was tall and thin.
The dark shadow pushed open the door and walked backwards. There seemed to be something heavy in his right hand, dragging it along in the snow.
After taking a few steps and seeing clearly, my pupils dilated instantly!
It's Xie Qirong...
We haven’t seen each other for a few months, and now Xie Qirong’s sleeves are empty and he only has one arm. I don’t know if the long white women’s down jacket he is wearing has been washed, but it doesn’t look so dirty anymore.
There was a torn belt tied around the waist of his down jacket, and the rattle was pinned to the belt. There was a bird cage hanging on the belt on the other side, and there was a pure white owl in the cage.
It was not over yet, and it was only after he came out that he saw clearly that he was holding a human thigh with his right hand and was dragging a woman through the snow. The woman was lying face down in the snow and was being dragged away, motionless, as if
It's dead.
"Gugu...Gugu..."
The white owl in the cage suddenly kept hooting without knowing whether it saw a stranger.
Xie Qirong dragged the dead man's legs and turned to look around the snow.
I swallowed hard.
At this moment, I can clearly hear my heartbeat.
Just like this, "Plop...Plop..." and the heartbeat is getting faster and faster, almost jumping out.
"Whoosh...whoosh..."
Xie Qirong blew his mask with a relaxed look on his face. He looked down at the owl in his cage. Without saying a word, he shot again and dragged the dead man's legs forward.
I was so frightened that my heart was in my throat. I wondered if the person he was dragging was the former mistress of the chicken farm.
Next to him, Chu Xiaotian, who was lying on his back, was trembling all over, especially his right hand, which was constantly tightening its grip on the handle of the knife.
Suddenly, it seemed like I couldn't bear it any longer.
Chu Xiaotian slowly stood up.
The moment he stood up, the black cloth wrapped around the knife slowly fell down and fell to the snow in circles.
Twenty-nine broadswords, the blade suddenly appeared cold, and an inch-long white light flashed across my eyes.
Chu Xiaotian was not bragging, the moment he held the handle of the knife, his aura did change, and his eyes became very cold.
Maybe this indescribable feeling is what he calls the power of the knife.
Chu Xiaotian's right hand slipped.
The tip of the Sichuan knife dragged the ground, and he began to rush towards Xie Qirong quickly.
