After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

The axe was swung towards Xie Nanxing with a biting cold wind, but the expected pain did not come, instead, mud fell from the top of his head.

A secret guard dressed as a night walker broke through the courtyard wall and rushed straight towards Xie Laoer.

The axe hit his back, and the huge impact force knocked Xie Laoer against the pillar of the house, causing him to faint on the spot.

Xie Nanxing, who luckily escaped the disaster, dug up the soil that buried him and carefully lay in the corner to peek at the situation in the yard.

The not very spacious courtyard housed forty or fifty assassins in night clothes. Surrounded in the middle was a man wearing bear skin and holding a black and white whip.

Xie Nanxing couldn't see the face of the man standing against the light, he could only see that wherever the man's whip passed, that was the end of life.

This was a massacre with real guns and knives, a one-on-a-hundred battle, an absolute crushing victory in terms of strength.

With his fists clenched, Xie Nanxing turned to look in the direction of Xie Laoer.

Only one of him and Xie Laoer can survive. If he doesn't use this Shura Field to kill Xie Laoer tonight, he will be slaughtered by Xie Laoer tomorrow.

With his eyes fixed in the direction of Xie Laoer, Xie Nanxing crawled forward, carefully climbed over the broken arms and limbs, and came to the side of Xie Laoer who was pinned down by the assassin.

He stretched out his finger slightly to make sure Xie Laoer was still alive, then Xie Nanxing used both hands to push the assassin who had hit Xie Laoer's butcher knife and saved him from the disaster.

But he only dared to push it enough to expose Xie Laoer's neck.

Xie Nanxing couldn't withstand Xie Laoer's counterattack when he was in desperate situation.

He closed his eyes tightly and stabbed Xie Laoer's neck with the tile in his hand, again and again.

The painful groans stopped, the gushing blood stopped, and Xie Nanxing stopped moving.

He raised his hand stiffly and wiped away the bright red that covered his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was filled with dazed numbness. Fear occupied Xie Nanxing's entire heart.

There was a dull thud of something falling to the ground behind him, and he felt something warm and moving at his feet. Xie Nanxing stood up suddenly, and thrust his hand holding the tile straight down, hitting the man right in the heart.

A fatal blow.

Xie Nanxing came back to his senses amid the endless screams of killing, looked down at the person he had killed by mistake, and his hand holding the tile trembled and loosened.

The tiles fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Glancing at the fight on the roof, Xie Nanxing stumbled and fell among the dead bodies.

There was no intention of getting up.

When the moon passed the zenith, the fighting in the yard stopped, and the man who had been hiding in the room to save his life walked out of the room.

Looking at the blood all over the yard, his feet went weak and he took several steps back before collapsing to the ground.

Her tearful eyes looked around, and when she saw the wound on Xie Laoer's neck and Xie Nanxing lying beside Xie Laoer, tears fell one by one.

He was afraid that his father would blame him for not saving him and come after him.

Now that Xie Laoer is dead and Xie Nanxing is also dead, all he can do is help Xie Laoer realize his last wish.

Cut Xie Nanxing into pieces.

"Xie Nanxing, you sick bastard, how dare you kill my father?"

The man wearing black bear skin jumped down from the roof and landed next to Xie Nanxing. Xie Nanxing's middle finger, which was covered in blood, just poked the man's boot.

Xie Nanxing, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead to save his life, felt lucky that he was really lucky today.

For example, if this man in hunter's clothing had taken a slightly off step, his hand would have been crippled.

It's not a big deal if he's disabled. If he fails to pretend to be dead, he'll be dead.

Shen Jinmo stood in the courtyard, locking his gaze on the fleeing black shadow until the shadow completely disappeared, then he withdrew his gaze.

He glanced sideways with his sharp eyes like an eagle, fixed them on the man who was attacking him with an axe. He swung out with his whip and killed the man.

If you get to know the secret, you will die.

Stupid and hypocritical people don't deserve to live.

Putting the whip back to his waist, Shen Jinmo covered up all traces in the yard, and walked along the mountain road into the deep forest with the cart full of wreckage.

Xie Nanxing, lying straight on the cart, received all the favors from the hunter. The wreckage was neatly arranged under him, and he was tied tightly with hemp ropes to ensure that he would not accidentally fall off along the way.

Naturally, Xie Nanxing was also lucky enough to accept the favor of the north wind and had the privilege of enjoying the "pleasure" of being frozen to the point of aching in his bones.

Just when Xie Nanxing was worried that he would freeze to death, the cart stopped on a flat ground. The hemp ropes on his body were untied, and Xie Nanxing felt a little more real joy in his heart.

As long as the hunter threw him into the wilderness, he would have a chance to escape.

He now has land and fields, and all his enemies are dead, so a life of farming is beckoning him.

In this life, Xie Nanxing must live every day colorfully.

A strange hissing sound, a "clang" sound of something falling to the ground, and a "gulp" sound of swallowing were heard one after another.

Xie Nanxing's fantasy was shattered.

Shen Jinmo was using the cart full of body parts to feed the two pythons at the bottom of the pit that were thicker than human waists.

The continuous "clang" sound became a death curse, and Xie Nanxing no longer dared to have any luck.

The clear eyes suddenly opened, filled with moonlight, like snow lotus growing in the mud.

Xie Nanxing didn't dare to move his head at all. He was afraid that he would have nightmares every night after seeing the python swallowing at the bottom of the pit. He was even more afraid that he would lose his life if he saw the hunter's face clearly.

Noticing the new noise coming from the cart, Shen Jinmo clapped his hands and stood up from the ground.

When breaking into the wall, Shen Jinmo knew that the person buried under the mud wall was still alive.

When the boy stabbed the secret guard with the tile in his hand, not only Shen Jinmo, but even the escaped leader of the secret guards saw it.

When Shen Jinmo brought the boy into the mountains, he didn't care whether the boy was dead or alive.

Anyway, once you're inside the python's stomach, there's no chance of survival.

His sharp eyes were fixed on Xie Nanxing, who was lying stiffly on the cart, and fell on the boy's clear eyes.

The pure white moonlight poured into the boy's eyes. His peaceful and pure eyes were incompatible with the dirty and bloody scene before him.

Bean-sized tears flowed down the corners of the eyes, sliding out a streak of white on the face covered in blood, washing out the small red mole hidden at the end of the eye.

It is the tranquility in the filth and the stubborn vitality in the decadence.

After a long silence, Xie Nanxing sorted out his thoughts and was ready to speak up to ask for a way to survive.

Without any preparation for escape, even if Xie Nanxing kept alive for another ten years, he would not be able to outrun the hunter's whip.

"Hunter...Brother, I...cough cough"

The cold wind blew into Xie Nanxing's throat, directly depriving Xie Nanxing of the right to speak.

The coughing continued, the tears of despair kept coming, and Xie Nanxing felt that Feng was very inconsiderate.

Can't you see he's almost dead?