Wu Jin was lying down with his clothes on, and when the signal shot up to the sky, he immediately stood up, stood sideways in the door, opened a crack, and looked out through the crack.
Wherever his eyes went, there was darkness. Wang Jinghua opened the door with a curse, scolding the boy for sleeping like a dead person and forgetting to carry the toilet for him.
The door suddenly opened a crack, and the firelight belonging to the outside rushed in, dispersing the darkness and illuminating the path from the front door to the front yard.
The sudden light made Wang Jinghua stop. He looked at the door curiously. Wu Jin suddenly opened the door and dragged him into the house. At the same time, he covered his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Stop talking, there is a thief!"
Then he tried to close the door, but it was too late. The door was completely opened. The thief walked in from the door with a bright fire, and under the light of the fire, he pulled out a group of vicious shadows.
With a "bang", the newly repaired door closed again, isolating the hotel from the outside world.
At the same time as the door rang, Menzi, who was sleeping in the duty room, woke up and struggled to come out: "Who?"
Before he finished speaking, a man in black stepped forward and killed him with a knife and knocked him to the ground.
The moist air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.
Although Wu Jin was poor, he had always lived a peaceful life. Even though he was frightened twice in Mo Mansion, he had never seen such direct brutality and cruelty, as well as the scarlet blood splashing on the ground.
The gangsterism mentioned in the tabloids is not nearly as thrilling as this moment.
He held Wang Jinghua tightly, tensed his body, and his fingers were almost embedded in Wang Jinghua's flesh. He even felt that Wang Jinghua was very calm and motionless, only his eyes were round and his nose could not stop twitching.
Then, a smell of urine came from Wang Jinghua's body, mixed with the sticky smell of blood, and went straight to Wu Jin's nose.
Wu Jin released the hand covering his mouth, and he immediately fell down, all his strength falling into Wu Jin's hands.
"Thief" he opened his mouth, and the sound that came out was so thin and small that only he could hear it.
Wu Jin pulled him tightly and watched as the bandits were divided into three groups. The smallest group only had four people, who stayed in the front yard to kill these helpless students.
The four people began to search door to door, and faint screams could be heard. The classmates who had eaten with them during the day and watched the fun quickly became ghosts. Wu Jin subconsciously took a step back. At the same time, he also heard
The sound of swords clashing in the backyard.
There is a Yin Nan in the backyard!
But there is only one Yin Nan.
"Listen to the wind!" he shouted in his heart.
The sound of dragging a knife in the corridor was getting closer, accompanied by a "tick-tock" sound. It was not rain, but blood dripping from the knife, mixed with screams.
Dragging the dead dog-like Wang Jinghua, Wu Jin rushed to the window and pushed open the straight-edge window. Before he could get out through the window, the door was pushed open and a man in black walked in unscrupulously and let out a surprised sound.
Then the man in black sneered, raised his long knife, and chased after him.
Wu Jin gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, picked up Wang Jinghua around her waist like a burden, and threw him out of the window. Wang Jinghua fell into the mud outside the window, rolled over, got up and ran - there was a road behind the house.
Going forward along the narrow path is the gate held by the thief. Going backward along the narrow path is the food and fodder that the thief is aiming for.
Even if this is the case, he has to run away. Staying where he is is a dead end.
When the light of the sword flashed over, Wu Jin held the edge of the window with both hands, stepped on it with one leg, kicked hard, and shot out like an arrow.
Like Wang Jinghua, he fell into the darkness, but instead of running away in panic, he got up and stood against the wall of the house, clinging to the wall from head to toe, motionless.
There was no firelight behind the house, which could hide his figure, but he felt that the sound of his heart beating in his chest was too loud, so loud that it was deafening. He was even afraid that the sound in his body would shatter the thin wooden board.
The thief stuck his head out of the window lattice and glanced around, only to see pitch black. With the faint light from the sky, he could vaguely see that the ground was covered with mud and dirty water.
He retracted his head, sneered again, carried the knife and went to another room - run, you will die wherever you go.
After Wu Jin listened to the noise and was convinced that the thief had no time to waste with him, he turned to face the wall, stretched out his arms, climbed up a crossbar, put his feet on the window lattice, and began to climb up.
Stepping on the crossbar, he hooked his left hand on a log protruding from the canopy tree, and his right hand hugged a head beam, and he climbed up to the protruding eaves.
Using his hands and feet, he squirmed from the lower spine to the main spine. He completely blended into the sky. No one could see him, but when he looked down, he could see the tragic scene in the front yard.
The silent fighting was actually gentle, but what was even more tragic was that the students who woke up in the middle of the fight ran around like headless flies, and then their lives were cut off by knives like grass.
The men in black were running rampant in silence and weak struggles. The post was divided into several pieces by the light brought by the torches. The sound of fighting coming from the backyard was particularly harsh. The grain depot and stable were still quiet - Yun Jun had a gluttonous supply.
He has a normal appetite, eats the most beef, and sleeps the most.
It has become easy for thieves to kill Yunjun.
He had never seen such thieves in the tabloids who dared to rob grain in Guanyi, and he had never heard of such a bold group of bandits in Jeju.
Did the thieves suddenly develop the courage to do something terrible, or was someone instructing them to kill people here?
Is it Zhang Congfeng?
Full of doubts, Wu Jin continued to crawl along the main ridge until he reached the other end of the house, then climbed down from the vertical ridge and reached for a bronze bell hanging under the eaves.
The copper bell was very heavy, filled with dust and grass clippings, and could not be shaken. He leaned down, took it off the copper hook, dug out the debris inside, then stood on the tiles and shook it vigorously.
The copper ring in the bell was also rusted. When he shook it, the sound was indistinct. After three tones, it suddenly became clearer and louder. The sound was rapid and abrupt in the silence, causing chickens to crow and dogs to bark outside the hotel.
The killing suddenly stopped, and all the men in black looked at Wu Jin standing on the roof.
Wu Jin raised his arms, shook Ling Duo vigorously, and shouted at the grain depot where the army was being transported: "There are thieves!"
His voice was deep and heavy, coming from the Dantian and from the heart. The sound shook the roof tiles, and together with the increasingly rapid sound of the bell, Yun Jun was awakened from his deep sleep.
The man in black in the front yard did not expect that a scholar would seek death if he did not hide properly after escaping for his life, so he stepped forward to arrest him. When the transport troops in the grain depot heard unusual sounds, they also woke up from their sleep.
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Chang Long was awakened by the ringing of the bell. His head was still dazed, but he could smell the smell of blood in his nose. When he opened his eyes, he saw a knife raised above his head and was about to swing it down. His face was sticky and cold. It was from the knife.
Blood dripping from the top.
He jumped up from the bed like a carp, grabbed the thief's wrist with both hands, and pushed him to the wall with the knife. Then he grabbed the knife and killed him. When he went out with the knife, he didn't know what happened.
Raising his head, he saw Wu Jin standing high on the ridge of the roof from a distance, not moving in the light of the sword. He was wearing a scholar's colorful shirt, which was blown by the wind, revealing his strong bones.