Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Chen Zhihong looked at Lin Shuyang and Rong Xianyi, and there seemed to be a strange light flickering in his eyes.

"Hey, if we died here today, do you have any regrets?" Lin Shuyang asked.

Rong Xianyi stared at the opposite side and replied to Lin Shuyang: "It's a pity... there are too many, so we must not die tonight."

"You're right." Lin Shuyang changed his voice and smiled at Chen Zhihong: "Mr. Chen, no, Mr. Chen, I think it's just right for you to accept me as your adopted son at your age. How about we sit down and have a good chat? ?”

"It's too late." Anger appeared on Chen Zhihong's face, "Originally I didn't want to do this, but you actually killed Ah Fu, and I want you to bury him with him!"

The surrounding air seemed to have dropped a few degrees, and a black color visible to the naked eye gradually condensed into a ball in Chen Zhihong's palm.

The feeling of danger enveloped everyone at the scene.

Lin Shuyang's head was racing, and he shouted quickly before it took action: "Wait, we didn't kill Xiang Fu."

Chen Zhihong paused and looked fiercely: "Who killed that?"

"It's him." Lin Shuyang pointed at the peach wood sword in his hand, pointing to the corner, "It's the Japanese. I saw with my own eyes that he shot and killed Butler Xiang."

Rong Xianyi glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

Lin Shuyang spoke righteously and spoke truthfully: "Last time one of their people came to steal something and was killed by Butler Xiang. This time they are here to seek revenge, and he also had an accomplice who escaped over the wall."

Chen Zhihong's expression was a little hesitant, as if he was thinking about the authenticity of his words.

Lin Shuyang took Rong Xianyi's wrist and took a few steps back. "If you don't believe me, go over and take a look. He still has poison on him. Otherwise, how could Butler Xiang be so powerful, how could he have fallen into his trap?"

Chen Zhihong rolled his eyes, and the black ball in his hand gradually dissipated. The others suddenly felt relieved, and the feeling of danger disappeared.

Chen Zhihong walked towards the corner with his hands behind his back and his steps calmly. When he passed by Lin Shuyang, he looked at him with complicated eyes and stopped: "It's a pity. It's rare to meet someone with such a suitable physique as you."

After saying that, his eyes suddenly changed and he raised his arms.

Before Rong Xianyi could even fire his pistol, he was overturned by a strong wind.

Chen Zhihong grabbed Lin Shuyang's neck and sneered: "Do you think I will believe your ghost..."?

Before he finished speaking, the smell of blood suddenly spread.

"Crash!" was the sound of the black dog's blood flowing to the ground.

The bottle in Lin Shuyang's hand was empty.

Two seconds later, Chen Zhihong, who had his face splashed with blood, roared like a demon: "You are looking for death!"

At this moment, Rong Xianyi had already pulled the trigger, and a bullet accurately shot Chen Zhihong's temple.

"Ding!" The bullet was dodged by Chen Zhihong and shot into the wall not far away.

"Bang!" Rong Xianyi then fired another shot, and the bullet scratched the side of Chen Zhihong's face, leaving a bloody mark.

"You are also looking for death! You all deserve to die!" Chen Zhihong was furious.

Lin Shuyang was thrown away directly, and his body hit the water tank. All the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, and the pain penetrated his bones.

He struggled to get up, only to see a black ball as big as a bowl had condensed in Chen Zhihong's hand, and he threw it in the direction of Rong Xianyi.

"Run!"

After shouting, he realized that Rong Xianyi didn't need to worry about him at all. Chen Zhihong's black ball couldn't hit him at all, but the place where Rong Xianyi had been was hit by the black ball, and a big hole immediately appeared.

"What the hell is this thing? The attack power is so strong!"

Lin Shuyang hid behind the water tank and quietly dragged the baggage on the ground over. The black dog blood was of no use at all. Now there were only peach wood sword, glutinous rice, garlic, cross and a black donkey's hoof left.

These things are probably also a bunch of useless waste.

At this time, he glanced and saw Rong Xianyi dodging and threw something at him.

He quickly caught it and found it was a pistol.

Did Rong Xianyi mean to let him find the right moment to shoot?

"Load and shoot!"

When Lin Shuyang heard Rong Xianyi's words, he was sweating profusely. Of course he knew that he had to load the gun before shooting, but how to load the gun?

The real gun in his hand was different from what he saw on TV. He endured the pain in his wrist, held the top of the gun and pulled it back hard. The chamber was loaded, but a piece of skin was pinched off his finger by the ejection window. .

Ignoring his bleeding fingers, he raised his pistol and pointed it at the field, but the opportunity was fleeting. He raised his pistol and hesitated.

For a person who has never held a gun, he has no accuracy at all. What if he hits Rong Xianyi instead of Chen Zhihong?

But Rong Xianyi has been dodging and dealing, and his physical strength is obviously almost unbearable.

In the flash of lightning, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the back door.

Since he was used by Chen Ziqian, what was Chen Ziqian's purpose in doing this?

It is impossible to let Chen Zhihong go on a killing spree. There is no doubt that he hates Chen Zhihong, and his ultimate goal must be to kill Chen Zhihong.

Combined with the feeling of being hypnotized that he had experienced before, one thing suddenly became certain.

Chen Ziqian must be hiding somewhere at this moment, watching all of this quietly, watching everything that is firmly in his hands.

And here, the best place to watch at this moment is only at the back door.

"Rong Xianyi, just hold on, I'll help you right away!" After Lin Shuyang shouted, he turned around and ran to the back door.

The moment the door opened, as expected, he saw Chen Ziqian and Lianyi.

"You are indeed here," he suddenly leaned over and grabbed Chen Ziqian's collar, gritting his teeth and said, "Have you expected this to happen? Or is this the result you want to see?"

Ripple stood aside without speaking, with a somewhat complicated expression on his face.

Chen Ziqian patted his hand gently and said in a disapproving tone: "Don't get excited, believe me, this is the best result. As long as you persist for ten more minutes, that person will come."

"Shut up, why do you want us to hold on for another ten minutes? I really only agreed to help you if I was kicked in the head by a donkey. Since we want to delay time, let's do it together!" Lin Shuyang twitched the corner of his mouth with a sneer, holding up his hands. Holding both sides of the wheelchair, he suddenly moved Chen Ziqian and the wheelchair into the yard.

Lianyi was startled, and subconsciously followed up and grabbed Lin Shuyang's arm, "What are you going to do!"

"What? Ha~" Lin Shuyang took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it directly at Lianyi's head, with sharp eyes: "Since this matter is all in his plan, what right does he have to keep himself out of it? The same goes for you!"

After saying that, he kicked his feet hard and directly kicked Chen Ziqian and his wheelchair behind Chen Zhihong.