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Three hundred and three don't forget Jiangzhou

Wei Changpan had just confirmed that he was out of sight of the two Guulutai killers inside the house, and then he fell down on the residual snow beside the road and gasped for breath. The dozens of steps he had taken just now were a great torment for him who had suffered serious internal injuries. He was almost drained.

Only with all the energy and energy in my body could I complete this trivial journey.

Su Qilian was the last person to walk out of the house. From the beginning to the end, the former tooth general of the North Camp of the Jinzhou Prefecture Army had his heart strings tense. When he stopped next to Wei Changpan, he lowered his voice and roared, "Fifty more steps out.

We’re still on the edge of that formation, so it’s not safe!”

Zhang Gu, who was beside him, half-lifted and half-supported Wei Changpan and walked fifty or sixty steps further into the distance. Su Qilian then nodded to indicate that he could stop.

Zhang Gu, Su Qilian and others were all from the army, so they naturally had emergency medicines with them. However, Wei Changpan suffered internal injuries caused by fists and feet. Zhang Gu searched all over his body and found only a few medicines for external injuries.

It was just a medicinal powder for healing and detoxifying. When he looked up at Su Qilian, the latter had already taken out a pill that could strengthen the body and nourish the body, and gave it to Wei Changpan, who took it into his mouth.

"I didn't expect that Brother Su would still have some pills made from those rare medicinal materials." After Zhang Gu saw that Wei Changpan's injury was stable, he teased Su Qilian and said, "What's the matter, Brother Su, give us a few pills to try?"

"

"Is this a life-saving thing for you to try?" Su Qilian lowered his head and glanced at the inside of the small jade gourd where the pills were poured out, then hurriedly hid it again, rolled his eyes and said, "If you have this spare time, why not help Xiao Wei with his internal injuries?

That woman is really good with her fists and kicks. Even if I was an old man with these three punches and two kicks, I would inevitably be deflated. It is not an injustice for Xiao Wei to be defeated like this. But if I were twenty years younger, I would definitely give this

The mother-in-law must obey her teachings..."

After Zhang Gu massaged several acupuncture points on Wei Changpan's back and heart, he saw a mouthful of black and red blood spurting out from him. He felt relieved and said, "This mouthful of blood spit out shows that the injury is not too serious. It will last for twenty or thirty days."

That’s good.”

There was such a big commotion in this small village, and the military attachés from Jinzhou who were originally looking for someone to help Wei Changpan also came one after another. When they saw this scene, they immediately rushed into the old man's house to find Wei Changpan.

At the scene, Su Qilian shouted and stopped him:

"I don't know how many traps have been set up inside and outside the house. Do you just rush in and die?"

Su Qilian and Zhang Gu had just stood by and watched Wei Changpan being beaten up by the Gelutai killer. It was not that they didn't have the courage to step forward to help, but that another female killer from Gelutai who seemed to be calm and unmoved by the side did not know when he would be beaten.

After setting up a formation that made both him and Zhang Gu extremely fearful, thin and almost transparent threads converged into her hands from all corners of the house, and those dark corners were glowing with iron light.

Many of those silk threads extend all the way outside the house, which is why Su Qilian asked Wei Changpan to walk dozens of steps earlier. Now, looking carefully through the light outside the house, he can barely see the hundreds of silk threads intricately criss-crossing through the reflection.

, if you take the slightest careless step, you will touch these threads that lead to nowhere.

Most of these Jinzhou military attachés were people with extraordinary physical strength. Those who did not believe in evil immediately threw a small stone and hit one of the silk threads. Wei Changpan, who had always been keeping his eyes on it, saw that the silk thread broke and at the same time, there was a hidden weapon in the corner of the courtyard wall.

came out and hit the low wall made of adobe bricks, stirring up two groups.

A little smoke comes.

"This house should be repaired, as dirt is falling down during the day..." The hunched old man murmured to himself as he walked out the door with a bag of unknown items in his hand.

Wei Changpan's pupils shrank. Those threads were only a stone's throw away from the old man. He would pick up several of them if he walked around casually. According to the force of the hidden weapon just fired, it was quite difficult even for him to deal with it, let alone the staggering old man.

So what?

Several Jinzhou military attachés also noticed the old man walking out of the house and shouted at him to stop. But how could the old man, who was deaf and blind, hear the shouting nearly a hundred steps away?

Unexpectedly, Wei Changpan and others did not see the old man's blood splattered on the spot. Those light and weightless threads broke the moment they touched the old man. The unaware old man only said that there was some dust and did not know that he had just died.

The man had just walked through the gate of hell. He walked up to Wei Changpan with hunched waist and staggered, and slapped the bag of things heavily into the palm of Wei Changpan's hand.

"You don't take money seriously when you go out at a young age, and your family is so rich that you can't afford such squandering!" The old man taught Wei Changpan earnestly, "Back then, the two cornmeal buns I had left behind were worth a copper plate.

, it’s better for you, you just lost a lot of money like this. If you have this spare money to squander it outside and throw it to others, you might as well save the money and go home to honor your parents..."

Wei Changpan was stunned.

How long has it been since he saw his parents?

A long, long time.

"I saw you wandering around a few years ago, and your accent is not that of Jinzhou. You have been wandering around for these few years, and you don't have a home at all?" The old man sighed again and said, "While I'm at it,

You have to live outside for a few years while you are young. No matter how old you are, it is better to go home and see more. Young people will live longer in the future, but your parents are still living less and less every day."

"The two girls in the house are also wandering people. I don't know what you young people think. You only think of going home after being bruised and bruised outside. Is it possible that the land outside is more expensive than our three-acre land?

Feeling comfortable? I can’t figure it out myself, and I don’t know what you think.”

The old man shook his head and sighed and turned around to go back to the house. Wei Changpan, who wanted to say thank you again, waited until he came to his senses, but he could only stare at the dilapidated wooden door in a daze.

The old man who had smiled kindly at Wei Changpan not long ago had now changed his face. Veins sprouted from his forehead and his nose twitched from time to time. He looked like a starving person smelling the aroma of meat, or like a person about to drown.

I want to grasp the last straw.

"Eat these two bowls of noodles, and then hit the road after the military attachés from Jinzhou leave."

The rickety old man bent down with difficulty and took out an oil paper package from under the wooden table with a missing leg. He unwrapped the oil paper tremblingly and revealed the semi-green and transparent paste like black jade. He was about to

Burning the paste on the fire, the charming and beautiful woman said coldly, "If you want to take this poison, go somewhere else. If Xiaojiu is really contaminated by this poison, there is no need for you old people who should have died long ago."

Alive."

The old man laughed dryly twice, took the oil paper bag and sniffed it closely, then showed an intoxicated look on his face, and then fell in love

Reluctantly, he put the oiled paper bag on the table and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not surprised that Xiao Jiuer has never used this wild fragrance, but it is strange that you, Shen Yuqing, have not used this ointment. Is it possible that you have?"

How to quit this thing? You might as well tell me."

"If you, an old man like you, continue to make noises, then don't blame the servants for extinguishing this candle in the wind with their own hands." Shen Yuqing smiled charmingly, "So what if there is a way to stop the wild fragrance? How many of you use medicine? The poison has penetrated into the bone marrow of the ten-year-old man, and Ye Mixiang, who has been away from you for a day, is like being bitten by countless bugs. How can he still endure such torture?"

If the Cutler Terrace Killer is still alive after reaching the age of forty, his skills gained from years of squeezing his vitality are destined to become worse with each passing day. If he had not stayed in the Cutler Terrace to train new blood, he would still have received a sum of money. After spending an astonishing amount of money, they found a place with beautiful scenery to live their old life. However, these killers almost lived on wild incense in the first half of their lives. The long-term drug addiction made these people unable to get rid of this drug at all. Lutai is also happy to rely on Ye Mixiang to continue to control these masters. After all, they know too many secrets in Guerutai, and casually spreading a story is very likely to be a threat to the killer sect in the shadow of Shen Village. It was a disaster, not to mention that these retired killers took away a large amount of money when they ran away. Relying on Ye Mixiang to recover the money one after another, it is a good business for Kaolutai to make a profit without losing money. .

The rickety old man in front of Shen Yuqing was once one of the ten people in front of the deer-cutting platform, and even served as the leader. As for ending up in such a desolate and absurd appearance, it is entirely his own fault. First, he was in a gambling house the size of Jinzhou. He lost all the gold and silver he brought out of the deer platform, and pawned all the valuables in his house. In the end, the top ten people in the deer platform were wiped out by two gangsters in the gambling house. For some unknown reason, he ended up living in a small village in Jinzhou to survive.

"You tried every possible means to induce him to return to his hometown. Could it be that the elders of this station have some plans for this kid?" Shen Yuqing frowned and said, "The fatwa against him has expired. The elders have not issued any new orders, so what are you, an old guy like you, trying to survive in a barren shop in a deserted village in Jinzhou, making up your own mind?"

"If I had known that it was Xizi who was chasing this person, then I would have killed him by adding some condiments to the stick noodles." The old man had a strange look on his face, "He is clearly a young child who doesn't have any precautions against others. , after the master’s sect was destroyed, he has been wandering alone in the world for so long, but he didn’t die, how strange it is.”

The old man who clearly felt the murderous intent surging in Shen Yuqing secretly cursed in his heart. It was clear that the two people who had almost never interacted with each other at the time of cutting the deer platform were secretly enemies of each other. Xizi was really against her, so be prepared when you want to succeed. The girl who appeared out of nowhere was killed, and the old man was just watching the excitement. They were all old people who had retired from the deer-cutting platform, and then went into battle in person to fight with the two young and vigorous men. Warriors fighting? He has never had enough of the wild fragrance in his life.

"After all, it was the last craft that the elders of our station recruited me to go back to do." The old man Jie Jie said with a smile, "If he really sees what that town looks like after he goes back, he will probably never forget it in his life."


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