"Liu Shiba, if you don't want to die, just pick up the machete and fight with the old man as hard as you can!"
Cao Xiong glared at Liu Shiba fiercely.
Although Liu Shiba was indoctrinated and brainwashed by his grandfather since childhood, in essence, he is a law-abiding citizen.
A young man in the second grade of middle school who has never even killed a chicken is now required to kill someone with a knife. Although he is not that scared, it is a bit difficult to accept it.
People are all forced out...
"ah!"
"Woo..."
"Kill this dog!
In the distance, there were several miserable howls and Lao Hei's whimpering.
Come to think of it, Lao Hei, who was hiding in the thick fog and elusive, caused great harm to those who followed him, seriously injuring at least two of them.
"Old Hei, come back!"
Liu Shiba stood up, put down his backpack, took out his spring steel machete, and slowly retreated to Cao Xiong's side, standing with his horns raised.
At this time, Liu Shiba knew that he could not run away, so he retreated to Liujiatun. He would not bring these beasts back to his simple hometown.
"Eighteen, if you really can't stand it anymore, just run away and the old man will help you resist for a while!"
Cao Xiong gently patted Liu Shiba on the shoulder.
"Haha, don't say sarcastic words, old man, Liujiatun is behind me, and there is no way to retreat.
If they really set fire to kill animals last night, I would have no choice but to fight hard."
Liu Shiba calmed down at this time and smiled lightly.
"Good! As expected of Liu Shiliu's descendant."
Cao Xiong glanced at Liu Shiba approvingly.
There is a dense forest on the left side of the mountain road, and a wild cemetery on the right.
In several surrounding villages, there are often some landless families. When someone in the family dies, they bury them together in the wilderness.
At this time, Lao Hei retreated quietly, hiding in this windy wild cemetery.
In the woods on the left, bursts of white mist rise, as if covered with a black veil, making it difficult to see the shadows.
“Sha…shasha!”
Apart from the slight rustling, the only sound was the frightened nocturnal birds in the forest, which emitted a shuddering cry.
Liu Shiba felt a chill rising from his back, or a cold air. He doubted whether this wild cemetery was a place where corpses were laid out for murderers and swindlers.
The narrow mountain road was winding and eerie, and the faint moonlight was obscured by the incoming black clouds.
At this time, there is at least an hour until daybreak...
Behind the thick low clouds, a layer of chaotic dark halo appeared.
The wind whirled in the tops of the tall trees, making a slow and solemn rustling sound.
In the wind, you can clearly feel a hint of murderous intent...
There was only a hint of murderous intent, hidden in the cold air. Occasionally, some goosebumps would be aroused on the back of Liu Shiba's hands...
Looking down from the mountain road, dozens of strange black figures slowly appeared in the quiet mountain forest...
Cao Xiong held the machete and stood quietly on the mountain road, with a gloomy face and said nothing.
Liu Shiba's face gradually sank into the abyss as the seven or eight figures appeared. His eyes stared silently ahead through the eerie mist...
A gust of wind blew beside Liu Shiba, and it turned out that it was Cao Xiong who took a few steps forward without making a sound, raised his machete and chopped down.
"call……"
A slash of the knife brought up a gust of cold wind.
As the saying goes, a dog that bites doesn’t bark!
Old man Cao Xiong is like a silent old dog, an old dog that bites...
"Ah...hmm!"
"Baga!"
With the sword swung down, there was a scream mixed with a muffled groan on the mountain road.
Immediately afterwards, on the right side of the mountain road, a dark shadow appeared like a ghost and flashed across the mountain road...
Is it Lao Hei?
Did you snatch something off the ground?
An arm that was cut off by Cao Xiong and broken at the elbow?
This old guy Cao Xiong looks shaky and frail, but he actually has a very handsome kung fu?
As fierce as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy?
Liu Shiba was stunned, looking at Cao Xiong who quickly retreated to guard the mountain road, and said strangely:
"What does it feel like to kill someone?"
"The dull taste of the knife cutting on the bones is very enjoyable. I have a word for you, cool!"
A few drops of blood were sprinkled on half of Cao Xiong's cheek, looking extremely ferocious.
"No, these people are not simple."
Cao Xiong had a livid face and whispered softly.
"What's wrong?"
Liu Shiba asked doubtfully, and took a step forward with the machete in his hand to let old man Cao Xiong take a breath.
"What did they scold you just now?"
Cao Xiong asked strangely.
"Baga?"
Liu Shiba was stunned, and then added:
"Japanese dwarf?"
"That's right!"
There was a hint of anger in Cao Xiong's eyes.
At this time, seven or eight masked figures wearing black sportswear gradually emerged from the shadows of the mountain road a few meters away.
One of the figures was holding his arm tightly, and was stabbed in two by Cao Xiong under the elbow. The severed hand was not even found, so he probably became Lao Hei's wife.
At this time, a masked man slowly walked out of the figure opposite. He could not tell his age, but only revealed a pair of shining eyes, staring at Cao Xiong fiercely.
"You kicking the swallow's nest, Cao Xiong? I have long admired your name!"
The masked man spoke in unfamiliar Mandarin and bowed slightly.
Liu Shiba was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: Kicking the swallow's nest?
This gangster account is so awesome...
It seems that that day at the gate of the community, I heard Cao Xiong calling, and look at me kicking the swallow's nest. My wife taught me this trick?
It turns out that this nickname has an allusion to kicking a swallow's nest?
"Japanese?"
Cao Xiong had a gloomy face, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes!
"That's right, as long as the young man behind you hands over what we need, no one will bother us again from now on!
I am sorry for the trouble caused to you and can compensate you!"
As the masked man spoke, he bowed ninety degrees again.
Cao Xiong's expression was gloomy and uncertain. He turned to look at Liu Shiba and secretly pursed his lips toward Liujiatun at the end of the mountain road.
I don't know why, but Liu Shiba still had a lot of doubts and distrust about old man Cao Xiong.
However, at this critical moment, old man Cao Xiong would rather resist the Japanese alone than protect himself from escaping.
What is this called?
A friend in need is a friend indeed...
Now, what is Cao Xiong’s identity? What is his relationship with his grandfather?
Liu Shiba slowly took a step forward, stood side by side with Cao Xiong, glanced sideways at Cao Xiong, and laughed:
"Old man, we have robbed tombs together, bought tickets together, and slept together. How could I leave you behind?"
Cao Xiong's face turned even more livid instantly, and he held it in for a long time before finally saying:
"Go away, I've never slept with you."
"snort!"
The leading man in black and masked on the opposite side laughed sinisterly:
"What I want is that iron plate. Hand it over and you can leave. Leave your bank account number and we will give you endless wealth for a lifetime. Otherwise..."
Having said this, the masked man paused and waved. Six or seven people behind him simultaneously raised the dark objects in their hands, pistols?
"Can you run faster than a bullet?"
The masked man in black said with a ferocious smile.
Liu Shiba and Cao Xiong looked at each other in shock and were shocked!
After all, the two of them never expected the shamelessness of the Japanese. Who can fight with you if you have a pistol?
"Whoa!"
Just when Liu Shiba and Cao Xiong were in a dilemma, a black flag roared from nowhere and was thrust fiercely into the middle of the two groups of people, trembling.
It was a large black flag one meter high, glowing with a strange cold light...
At the same time, an old voice came faintly from the dark and strange forest on the left:
"Since you're here, let's all stay!"
Liu Shiba was dumbfounded, raised his eyebrows, and whispered:
"Old village chief, Li Laifu?"
The moment the voice fell, around the seven or eight people on the opposite side, surrounding the big black flag, a strange thick fog suddenly rose, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
Immediately afterwards, Li Laifu's voice came again:
"The graveyard in the wilderness, the night is dark and windy and murderous!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
"Shuisha..."
Liu Shiba was dumbfounded, watching feathers and arrows flying all over the sky towards the opposite side...
Not a single sound came from the seven or eight people on the opposite side who were hidden in the strange thick fog.
However, Liu Shiba smelled a disgusting smell of blood filling the air...
So strong?
Li Laifu, the head of Liujiatun Village, turned out to be a Feng Shui master of unknown rank, who could create the Starlight Seven Killing Formation...
