Before the Eight-faced Buddha could finish vomiting blood, Luo Yunyun kicked him out again.
The Eight-faced Buddha groaned, blood splattered on his waist, and he fell down again.
He broke several bushes before stopping.
He looked in pain and was unable to fight anymore.
"This time, it's really over!"
Luo Yunyun smiled sweetly and twisted her graceful body forward.
She wanted to crush the Eight-faced Buddha's throat with one foot.
"Whoosh!"
But Luo Yunyun soon changed her color...
The Eight-faced Buddha lying on the edge of the hillside raised his right hand, and an object flew towards Luo Yunyun.
Luo Yunyun thought it was another thunder explosion and subconsciously turned to the side to avoid it.
There was just a sound as an unknown object hit the ground, a round stone.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Eight-faced Buddha suddenly turned over, rolled out three to four meters, and then tumbled down a ditch.
It is tens of meters long and narrow, with water splashing everywhere.
"Ding--"
Luo Yunyun moved her steps to pursue her, but as soon as her right foot touched the hillside, her ankle was caught by a fishing line.
She shuddered, jumped back, and rolled out on the spot.
Almost at the same moment, the hillside exploded with a bang.
Flames shot into the sky, black smoke filled the air, and countless rubbles flew.
Luo Yunyun felt pain in her thigh, and there was an extra steel ball.
There is no doubt that this is the escape channel left by the Eight-faced Buddha for himself.
Not only did he escape through a ditch, he also set up mines to stop the enemy.
Looking at the thick black smoke and the night, Luo Yunyun's pretty face became unusually gloomy, and then she took out her mobile phone...
An hour and a half later, Villa No. 1 on the top of Baiyun Villa.
The Eight-faced Buddha, who had escaped from Luo Yunyun's hands, emerged from the darkness with his whole body wet, and rolled into the hall silently.
He did not use the ditch to escape down the mountain.
He knew that no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't beat Luo Yunyun's phone call.
The opponent is so powerful and has so many manpower, so he must have deployed manpower at the foot of the mountain.
If he ran down the mountain, he would probably be locked up and caught soon.
The Eight-faced Buddha was exhausted and had used up all the explosives in his hands, so he was unable to fight Luo Yunyun.
So after running a few hundred meters through the canal, he immediately endured the pain and climbed up the mountain from another canal.
It took him more than an hour to finally reach the top, and then got into Villa No. 1, which he had inspected a few days ago.
The Eight-faced Buddha is accustomed to the three burrows of cunning rabbits.
Villa No. 1 is the king of buildings, but it is also very cold at the height.
With no one living there, the mountain wind howled and became even more eerie.
This darkness and coldness not only did not scare the Eight-faced Buddha, but also gave him a sense of security.
"Um--"
After taking a short breath, the Eight-faced Buddha exhaled a long breath, and then found a corner.
He took out a large bag of stuff from a hole.
Those were the clothes, firearms, food and medicines he had put in advance.
The Eight-faced Buddha took out a tube of red and white medicine, squeezed out most of it and applied it to the wound on his waist.
The coolness immediately relieved his pain and made him groan in comfort.
He also pinched open a fluorescent stick to make his vision clearer.
Just the shining of this cold light not only allowed him to see his surroundings clearly, but also allowed him to see a girl.
It was Nangong Youyou beside Ye Fan.
Nangong Youyou was looking at him with a smile, holding the beef jerky he put in the package in his hand.
The Eight-faced Buddha stiffened and subconsciously took out his gun.
"do not move--"
Before he could pull the trigger, a long gun was pressed against his head.
Cold, chilly, straight into the soul.
"Hello, Mr. Eight-faced Buddha, we meet again."
Shen Hongxiu's voice was very indifferent: "Master Ye asked me to ask, do you have any last words?"
Ye Fan had set a trap for himself.
The Eight-faced Buddha sighed like autumn leaves withering.
He knew how powerful Shen Hongxiu and Nangong Youyou were.
He couldn't deal with the two of them even if he wasn't injured, let alone how weak he was now.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I surrender."
The Eight-faced Buddha threw away his beauty and white medicine, the gun in his hand, and all the sundries in his pocket, wallet, and other items.
He opened his arms and said to Shen Hongxiu: "Give me a pleasure."
"He is a man, I will help you."
Shen Hongxiu nodded slightly and was about to pull the trigger, but suddenly his eyes froze.
She stared at the picture of a girl on the wallet of the Eight-faced Buddha...
"boom--"
The next second, Shen Hongxiu knocked out the Eight-faced Buddha.
She picked up the photo, took out her mobile phone, and called Ye Fan...
"I'm not dead?"
The next morning, the sky was gray and the Eight-faced Buddha woke up from his coma with a muffled groan.
He tried hard to open his red and swollen eyes, shook his dizzy and painful head, and looked at the environment in front of him.
He found himself in a basement.
The basement is more than fifty square meters, very simple, but has basic living facilities.
Beds, tables and chairs, toilets, and ventilation facilities are all available.
If it weren't for the huge steel bars on the doors and windows and the six cameras above his head, the Eight-faced Buddha would have thought his trip to Longdu was a dream.
Ye Fan didn't kill himself?
The Eight-faced Buddha frowned, not knowing what this meant.
Almost as soon as the thought came up, the steel door opened, and Nangong Youyou walked in with a smile on her face, biting a duck leg.
He was also playing with a hammer in his left hand, as if he was ready to hit someone on the head at any time.
Behind her, followed Ye Fan, dressed in white.
Shen Hongxiu was also guarding the door.
Seeing Ye Fan, the Eight-faced Buddha instinctively tensed up his nerves and his strength subconsciously surged.
It was just fine that he didn't move, but when he moved, he found that his whole body was weak and in severe pain.
He looked down and saw that there were many silver needles tattooed on his body.
"Don't move. I didn't cuff you, but I put restraints on you."
Ye Fan saw the hostility of the Eight-faced Buddha, and smiled calmly:
"You have no strength, you don't even have the strength to get out of bed and run a hundred meters."
"And if you force your luck too much, it will turn against you and make you lose your ability."
"So it's better for you to stay calm."
Ye Fan gave some advice and handed a sandwich and milk tea to the Eight-faced Buddha.
"Ye Fan, what do you mean?"
The Eight-faced Buddha did not take the food, but stared at Ye Fan sharply:
"You dug out my hiding place at all costs, and you also used these powerful cannon fodder from the Brahma Kingdom as the vanguard."
"You dealt with me one by one, didn't you just want to kill me to avoid future troubles?"
"Why are you keeping me now?"
He asked word by word: "Are you trying to humiliate me into hurting you with a bad breath?"
Ye Fan put the sandwich and milk tea on the bedside table: "Am I so small?"
The Eight-faced Buddha's eyes turned cold: "Then you just want to dig out my employer?"
"I'm telling you, don't let your imagination run wild."
"Although I, the Eight-faced Buddha, am not a good person and my hands are stained with blood, I am by no means a snitch."
"When I receive someone's money and favors, I will protect them at all costs."
"Even if it means sacrificing my life, I won't hesitate."
The Eight-faced Buddha showed his strength and credibility, and tried his best to protect the young man of the Luo family behind him.
"I'm sorry, I already know about my employer."
Ye Fan struck him unceremoniously:
"The eldest young man of the Luo family, Luo Wuji."
