Infinite Script Killing

No. 8 raised his eyebrows slightly, and when the sound of the gong stopped, he heard the baby's howling loudly.

The sound was right under his nose, but he couldn't find the source for a while.

"Go quickly!!"

Yan Niang heard the sound and immediately understood that it must be Yu Ni, the bastard. She immediately grabbed her mustache and ran west quickly.

When No. 8 saw this, he did not take action again. Instead, he followed the two of them leisurely to see what tricks they were going to do. More importantly, he followed them to find the hiding place of the child.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang~~~"

The sound of gongs and drums was beating faster and faster, as if they were deliberately leading them forward, but amid this sound of gongs and drums, the cry of a baby could be faintly heard.

When the three of them chased them out along the alley one after another, they saw the ground around them was in a mess, with a large amount of discarded furniture and sawdust piled up.

Those who didn’t know better thought this street was going to be demolished.

At the same time, there was a pungent smell in the air...it was gasoline.

And that’s a lot of gasoline.

Number 8 vaguely heard the child's voice coming from these abandoned garbage, but the voice was so weak that it was impossible to tell where it was.

"The child is right here. If you want to fight, fight here. Whoever wins, I will tell him the whereabouts of the child."

Following Xu Tong's voice, two large fire pits were lit on the roofs on the left and right.

It was already dark here, but the light from the two braziers illuminated part of the sky, making the space below much darker.

Under the light of the fire, I saw a red face peeking out from the side of the fire. It had unparalleled eyebrows, a big red face, a black mole on the face, and black lines on the forehead. It held a long beard on its chin, and its eyelids were half-squinted. The radiation hit half of his face, making his eyes dim and uncertain with a cold glow.

"Yu Ni!!"

Although he was wearing facial makeup, his voice remained unchanged. Yan Niang glared at him and wanted to tear this guy apart. This was completely different from what they had talked about before.

Unfortunately, her angry eyes were completely ignored by Xu Tong, who looked at No. 8 standing behind the two of them: "You only have seven minutes. I will set fire to you after seven minutes."

After saying that, he ignored No. 8's murderous look at him and lightly hooked his fingers.

"Boom!!"

I saw a gong sound coming from the brazier in the opposite room.

The two paper figures, one playing the drum and the other playing the gong, could kill themselves if they wanted to, but if this pot of fire oil were poured over, the whole street would turn into a sea of ​​flames in an instant. They were not afraid that the baby hidden in the shabby furniture would definitely die.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Yan Niang and Xiaozhu had to turn around and look at No. 8 warily. They knew better than anyone else that the purpose of Xu Tong's actions was to suppress No. 8's power to the maximum extent, so that he would not have any blackmail. The blessing of fire.

But they hate Xu Tong even more, because if they do so, they will have to fight to the death with No. 8.

"Innocent, do you think I am someone who will be blackmailed by you? Besides, how do I know if you have lied to me or replaced me with an impostor?"

There was a disdainful smile on the corner of No. 8's mouth. He opened his wounded palms and saw a black and blue flame beating in his palms.

It seems that a fire is ready to ignite everything here.

Once this happens, the child will certainly die, but Xu Tong and the three of them present will not be able to survive.

"Do not believe!"

Xu Tong's pair of unparalleled eyebrows were raised slightly, and he took out an alarm clock from the prop book without haste. After setting the time of the alarm clock, he put it at his feet: "Please!"

As he spoke, he didn't care what No. 8 was going to say next or whether he was going to kill without hesitation, he just flicked his finger.

The paper man on the roof opposite began to beat the gongs and drums on his hands, "Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang~~"

The drums were beaten quickly and the gongs were beaten quickly. Under the firelight, Xu Tong was seen shaking his head, holding a long beard in his hand, holding a green dragon knife in his hand, walking like a tiger and a dragon, walking to the beat of the drum.

"Hearing this, I was furious. How can a tiger girl be worthy of a dog boy? This Jingzhou is controlled by someone, who is brave enough to seize Jingxiang? If I don't remember Zhuge Liang, my head will be hung in the barracks~~~"

If it were in a theater, this old style of Qin Opera would definitely get the whole house cheering.

But at this time, no one was watching downstairs. No. 8's eyes flickered. He glanced at the clock at Xu Tong's feet, and finally focused on Yan Niang and Xiao Hu.

He didn't dare to bet, not only because of the child, but more importantly, Yan Niang's ability was actually creation, although that was just the beginning of creation, and it shouldn't even be called creation at all.

But if she can become the Queen Mother, she may really have a chance to complete the plan envisioned in the Queen Mother's heart.

A Yan Niang gave him such a surprise. There was no guarantee that other human-origin virus hosts did not have bigger bargaining chips hidden in their hands.

In comparison, he didn't even have any sacrifices to offer to the Queen Mother, so what advantages did he have to compete for the Queen Mother's position.

He noticed No. 8's unkind look.

Mustache immediately raised his hands in front of his chest to be on guard, but soon his scalp tightened, and when he looked sideways, he saw Yan Niang holding one hand on his hair.

The moment the three people's eyes met, determination was already revealed in their eyes.

Only this time, the person who took the lead was No. 8.

Without the blessing of the strange fire, No. 8's speed is still as fast as the wind, and his scarred palms still carry a calmness, elegance, and even unruly aloofness.

Faced with the oncoming No. 8, Yan Niang and Xiao Zi immediately tried their best to fight.

I saw his left hand clenched into a fist, and his attack speed was slow. But it was like a huge ax from Ruokai Mountain that was bombarding him one after another. His right hand was light and ethereal, and the five fingers on his hand danced and trembled like rain falling on a pipa.

His hands moved slowly and quickly, with a combination of strength and softness, immediately breaking through the mustache's defense in front of him, but without the help of the black flame, his combat power was greatly reduced.

The moment Mustache's defense was shattered, a cold light shone in his eyes, the muscles in his body suddenly expanded, and he grabbed No. 8's wrist with both hands.

No. 8 struggled hard but couldn't break free. His wrist seemed to be tightly clamped by iron vise.

At this moment, Yan Niang's figure appeared beside him.

The people below are playing, and the people above are singing.

With the beating of gongs and drums, his eyes widened, his left hand held his beard, and his right hand held a knife. As he walked, the red face became more and more ferocious and sad.

"I think back then, I immediately killed Pound and captured him in front of Fengyun's eyes, and shocked Huayi. Today, I am trapped in Maicheng and facing danger. I made a mistake and was bullied by these ugly people~~~"

Yan Niang's figure turned into a faint black shadow, hazy and blurred. Like a snake swimming in the water, twisting and twisting forward quickly.

His right hand was dry and thin, with a faint black light shining on his nails.

Looking at Yan Niang appearing next to him, No. 8 subconsciously wanted to activate the black flames, but as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly realized that it was full of gasoline. As soon as the thought flashed, his actions were slowed down.

There was a pain in my chest and Yan Niang flew away with her claws.

This was the first time that Yan Niang had seriously injured No. 8, which naturally gave the two of them infinite confidence. Of course, they would not let this opportunity go, and were about to pounce on it and make persistent efforts.

Number 8 suddenly raised his head and roared loudly towards the two of them.

"Get out of here! You bastard."

With a wild roar, blood came out of No. 8's eyes, nostrils, ears, and corners of his mouth. The voice reached an extremely high pitch. The huge roar actually made the two of them briefly dizzy.

Upstairs, Xu Tong was still singing, waving the sword in his hand wildly in the air, his red face and eyes widened, and his eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes.

"Have more courage! Follow my father and kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Break out of the siege!!"

He had been a hero and a hero throughout his life, but now he was at the end of his rope and lost in Maicheng.

The drums beat faster and faster, and the swords swing faster and faster, as if there are really thousands of troops in this darkness, coming towards them.

I don’t know if this scene is too tragic or if the disturbing drum beat makes people feel hot.

Listening to this song [Zou Maicheng], No. 8 felt the same sigh and resonance as Guan Yu.

However, he knew that he was not Guan Yu.

Nor will I lose my way on the Maicheng Trail.

He stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. There was already fury in his eyes, and his chest was a bloody mess. This claw destroyed the elegance on his face and replaced it with anger!

When Cai Yanniang and Xiao Hu were in a state of instability, they quickly came to kill them.

His eyes became colder and wilder, the joints on his body became thicker, and the muscles swelled, completely tearing apart his human face, revealing his true appearance.

It was a demon-like body, covered with a layer of armor made of dense white bones. He swung his fist and smashed directly into Mustache's chest. You could even hear the cracking of bones, echoing in the air.

The other hand stretched out a finger at the same time, and one finger had already penetrated Yan Niang's shoulder blade. The shoulder blade broke into two pieces and hit the surrounding bones. Finally, the bone wings behind her were shattered into pieces!

He kicked her away, and her body was like a cannonball before it hit the wall.

No. 8 tilted his head and looked coldly at Xu Tong, who was standing on the roof with a red face.

When the two people's eyes met, they suddenly heard the cry of a baby behind them, and then saw a fat man suddenly struggling to stand up among the high piles of furniture, turning around and about to run away.

And that baby's cry came from the fat man's belly.

Seeing this, No. 8's eyes lit up, and his steps created a whirlpool in the air. His figure rushed in front of Zhi Fat like a tiger and leopard. The paper armor that could not even be broken by the Blood Demon's claws was thrown into the air. No. 8 was even more vulnerable to the sharp, thick and violent fist. He punched in with one punch and tore a hole in Zhi Pang's chest with his backhand.

But to his disappointment, there was no child in the big fat belly, only four or five gasoline barrels with a paper man sitting on them.

"Wow wow..."

The piercing sound of a baby crying, without the sound insulation and annoyance process of the big fat belly, is even more harsh. I saw that the paper man was actually holding a Walkman in his arms. As the paper man continued to press the on and off button of the Walkman, As the tape turned, a piece of music actually played.

"I'm afraid I won't have the chance to say goodbye to you, because maybe I'll never see you again..." The melodious and relaxed singing voice was just like Xu Tong's swooning face appearing in front of his eyes.

"boom!"

Smashing the Walkman in front of him with one punch, No. 8 turned around with a dark face, only to find that Xu Tong had already carried Yan Niang and Mustache on his back and was running as fast as he could. He didn't even bother to change his clothes, and jumped on the roof and ran away.

"Can you run!" No. 8 snorted coldly. He was about to chase but suddenly found that his feet tightened. He lowered his head and saw dense tentacles wrapping around his feet.

What made him even more nervous was that a bright light suddenly flashed out of Zipang's torn chest.

The light became stronger and stronger, instantly turning the world in front of me into daylight.

PS: Sorry, I stayed up late last night, so I didn’t wake up until 7pm. I had something to eat and continued typing. Alas, my schedule finally broke.