Third watch

"I'm sorry," Wang Xiaoming twisted his body and jumped to the corner, keeping as far away from Ye Xun as possible, "You're out of your mind, serial murderers know how to use a pressure cooker to destroy corpses and traces, what's the matter with burning firewood on a broken stove?" ,,"

Ye Xun stopped laughing, "I have told you so much, and the time has been delayed for a long time. It seems that Zhong Yi will not come back."

Wang Xiaoming, "I can beat you without him coming, do you think I can just catch you without him, don't tie me up if you have the ability,"

Ye Xun: "Don't you just get caught now?"

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

In fact, Wang Xiaoming was mentally prepared.

Wang Dazhuang said that a celestial master is definitely not a job that can call wind and rain by standing on the altar with a mahogany sword in hand. More often, it is a job to fight with all kinds of unknown ghosts in various strange environments.

Since opening the back door of Guangming Stationery Store, Wang Xiaoming has the awareness to deal with difficult situations that may be fatal.

But—this kind of awareness does not include being thrown into the furnace and burned alive.

He was almost scratched to death by the evil spirit, almost scared to death by the ghost of the dead, and almost killed by the flying head, but those were not human after all.

Now he was going to be killed by a living person - this immediately turned from the supernatural channel to social news.

He didn't want to appear in a corner of the newspaper ten years later, claiming to find the remains of an unknown person, only a few pieces of fingernails and teeth could be identified, and he was a senior student of a certain university through DNA testing, and he was still a virgin before he died. of……

This way of dying is too shabby.

Ye Xun didn't give Wang Xiaoming any more time to prepare mentally, he leaned forward, easily put down Wang Xiaoming's head hammer, and lifted him upside down on his shoulders with his strength.

From the outside, Ye Xun and Zhong Yi's upright and solemn line are completely different. Ye Xun looks more like a literati with a little ink, but his behavior pattern is the same as Zhong Yi's. The imposing manner, as if Wang Xiaoming is just a weak Mary Su girl who is 1.6 meters and [-] pounds.

Wang Xiaoming's caterpillar-like struggling and twisting did not affect Ye Xun at all. He easily carried Wang Xiaoming out of the room. There seemed to be a banana forest outside, with no human habitation at all.

In the fields here, there will be a hut at the edge of the field at a certain distance, probably for the caretaker. It is not yet ripe for bananas, and there are almost no people in the field.

Ye Xun carried Wang Xiaoming through three ridges of the field, and then saw a small house with the door half-closed. From a distance, he could see a man squatting inside the door, with his back to them, wearing dark blue clothes and a plain white belt. , gray hair.

Who is it if it is not Gu Bicai.

It seems that what kind of broken stove is there.

Where did this guy find it!

Wang Xiaoming cursed inwardly, and twisted vigorously: "I won't get the Pixiu Eye even if you burn it, it's completely melted—"

"It's not burning, it's refining." Ye Xun corrected him: "You—"

Before Ye Xun could finish speaking, his shoulders shook suddenly, and Wang Xiaoming on his shoulders was thrown off.

Wang Xiaoming fell heavily to the ground and got up panting.

Ye Xun supported his back and stared at Wang Xiaoming: "When did you untie it?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his hands: "Gu Bicai fainted me, he must have done the tying."

This is also a blessing in misfortune, Gu Bicai is not a professional after all, if it were Ye Xun, he would definitely not tie him with a copper coin knot.

"The double-button copper coin knot has been used to subdue zombies since ancient times. Copper coins drive away evil spirits. Zombies' limbs are stiff and cannot be bent, and it is impossible to untie them with their backhands, so they are easy to use. I am a person, not afraid of copper coins, and my fingers are also very flexible."

"It's really flexible, and it can also tap acupuncture points." Ye Xun smiled: "I underestimated you."

Wang Xiaoming looked relaxed on the surface, but in fact he was extremely nervous.

Regardless of Zhu Youshu, he had seen Ye Xun's hands and feet before. He fought with Zhong Yi in the study like a martial arts movie. Lu Xiaolu might be able to barely fight, but he has no chance of winning.

So in fact, he had already untied the rope a long time ago, but he kept pulling on it. Instead, he chatted with Ye Xun to divert his attention, just to wait for the opportunity.

In the end, he really made him wait, and Ye Xun carried him on his shoulders.

Wang Xiaoming smiled wryly in his heart.

Where does he know acupuncture points, it is Wang Dazhuang who knows.

Or strictly speaking, Wang Dazhuang can be regarded as a half-earth doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, who only has some understanding of the acupuncture points of the human body.

Wang Xiaoming was obsessed with martial arts movies when he was in secondary school, and every day he had to practice light kung fu like a hero jumping over a wall. Wang Dazhuang was afraid that he would get hurt, so he coaxed him to practice acupoints.

When it comes to acupuncture, it’s not as magical as in the movie, but it’s just the right place. After the acupuncture points on the nerve endings are strongly stimulated, the nerve fibers will stimulate the brain, causing the brain to temporarily lose its balance and coordination, and make people fall to the ground naturally.

The time interval was too long, and Wang Xiaoming barely memorized a few acupuncture points, just trying it out in a hurry.

It's a pity that Ye Xun is indeed a practicing family boy, as soon as Wang Xiaoming's hand touched his lower back, he became alert.

[Let Ye Xun rush to the street to take the opportunity to run away] The plan failed.

Wang Xiaoming took a breath: "Come on."

Ye Xun said, "What are you here for?"

Wang Xiaoming made a gesture.

Ye Xun laughed: "You think you can beat me if you untie the rope?

Before Wang Xiaoming could answer, Ye Xun's fist was already in front of his eyes.

He didn't have time to react, he felt his face was hit hard, there was a buzz in his head, and he fell back immediately.

Ye Xun had double phoenix eyes, and his appearance was slightly classically feminine, but his punches were not gentle at all, but quite clean and neat, without muddled water.

Wang Xiaoming supported the ground dizzily, feeling his whole head hurt, and couldn't even speak for a while.

But Ye Xun didn't seem to intend to stop. Maybe Wang Xiaoming's rebellious attitude made him a little impatient, and it's easier to fiddle with people who have passed out—maybe he thought so, so before Wang Xiaoming stood up, he raised his foot again. It's a kick.

This time Wang Xiaoming was mentally prepared, knowing that this man would not show mercy, he immediately blocked with his arms reflexively, and was kicked back half a meter.

Ye Xun bent over to mention him, and Wang Xiaoming suddenly gave a strange laugh.

Ye Xun was caught by the laughter, Wang Xiaoming raised his hand suddenly, and sprinkled a handful of dirt towards him.

Ye Xun immediately let go and dodged, Wang Xiaoming punched him with a muddy head, and then he was slapped hard on a banana tree, the banana tree trembled under the pressure, and suddenly bent in half.

Wang Xiaoming struggled to stand up and was beaten up one after another. He could not see clearly now. He watched the surrounding banana tree leaves swaying slightly in the wind, and a white butterfly flew past his eyes, like a blurred phantom.

"Do you still want to suffer from flesh and blood?" Ye Xun stepped forward slowly.

Wang Xiaoming coughed out a mouthful of blood: "You still expect me to climb into the stove to fuck myself? Unless you kill me. I just don't know if your copycat alchemy requires the freshness of the ingredients."

Ye Xun smiled instead of anger: "Having been with Zhong Yi for a long time, have you learned his hard-talking virtues?"

"It's him who imitated me." Wang Xiaoming felt that today was probably going to be bad luck, so he simply broke the jar and said, "I am his boss, and I have been nurturing him with my noble sentiments. Haven't you been spying on us for a long time? Even he usually looks at me." Didn’t even see the adoring eyes? He has long admired me, you steamed me today, and tomorrow he can cook you into porridge and enshrine it on my grave!"

"Zhong Yi admires you?" Ye Xun raised his eyebrows.

"Uh-huh." Wang Xiaoming gave up on himself: "He treats me... he is so obedient, he also helps me to pee in the middle of the night, and eats and drinks every day—"

"Okay." Ye Xun interrupted him: "I'm not interested in your private details. I won't kill you before you enter the furnace, but you are too restless."

After finishing speaking, Ye Xun's eyes sharpened, and Wang Xiaoming's heart immediately trembled. The only thing he could do other than raise his hand to block the blowing fist wind was to wrinkle his face and close his eyes.

"Ah!" A loud cry sounded.

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes.

Ye Xun had already retreated three steps, Lu Xiaolu grabbed his wrist and shouted: "Why are you so savage! You want to kill someone!"

Wang Xiaoming: "Xiao Lu?!"

Lu Xiaolu waved his hands, turned his head and was startled: "Xiao Ming! Why is your face bloody!"

Wang Xiaoming raised his hand to wipe it, and was startled by the bright red hands. Only then did he realize that his nose had been itching, and he probably started to bleed a long time ago.

It's just that the pain in the head is so strong that the itching is ignored.

Not only the nose, Wang Xiaoming felt that even his mouth was full of bloody smell, his face must be wonderful now.

Ye Xun is really a black man, he only picks his face and hits him.

Ye Xun ignored Lu Xiaolu and turned his head to look at the edge of the field.

Zhong Yi raised his hand slowly, and a butterfly landed on his fingertips.

Wang Xiaoming blinked hard.

I don't know if it's because he didn't carry that big bag, or the jeans fit too well, or the boots are much cooler than the water shoes - anyway, he looks so handsome now.

The legs are longer than before, the waistline is more beautiful than before, the muscle lines from the shoulder blades to the arms are more beautiful than before, and even the expressionless face looks more handsome than before.

In the past, he was so handsome that the neighbor's wife came to visit their door three times a day. Wang Xiaoming thought sourly, probably the aura of the savior today made this guy look upgraded, and now he looks so cool that it is beyond heaven.

Wang Xiaoming pushed Lu Xiaolu while wiping his nosebleed: "Go and tie up that old man!"

Lu Xiaolu: "Huh? Don't rub your nosebleeds on me!"

Wang Xiaoming pointed to the small house behind him: "Gu Bicai is there!"

How dare the old man plot against him.

Lu Xiaolu said, "Oh. What about him?"

He pointed to Ye Xun.

Wang Xiaoming said: "Didn't you see that the two of them are old friends? Zhong Yi is enough."

Hearing this, Zhong Yi finally looked at Wang Xiaoming.

Probably because the situation on his face was too tragic, even if Zhong Yi wanted to maintain his facial paralysis, he couldn't help but twitch.

Wang Xiaoming met his gaze, before he could say anything, he caught a glimpse of Ye Xun's movement from the corner of his eye, and turned his head quickly.

Ye Xun turned his wrist, and something like a silver-white leaf slipped out from under his palm. Zhong Yi's foot, which had only taken half a step, suddenly stopped, and the sole of his boot turned a semicircular mark on the ground, and the thin blade fell It passed close to his cheek, and submerged silently into the banana tree behind him.

Zhong Yi's face didn't change much, Ye Xun approached at the same time when the blade made a move, and he immediately raised his hand back to defend, just like the last time they met, the two opened up the battlefield without a word of nonsense.

Wang Xiaoming turned his head too fast, and felt dizzy again. He felt dazzled when he saw the two wrestling together. He barely supported the banana tree to stand firm. He was thinking about finding a chance to attack Ye Xun, but he heard There was a crash.

It's from the Little House.

Wang Xiaoming looked quickly, and the door of the house was probably closed during the conflict, and he could only hear soldiers fighting inside.

After hesitatingly glanced at Zhong Yi and Ye Xun, Wang Xiaoming staggered towards the little house.

He looked for it, and none of his belongings were in the room where he was locked up.

It is very likely that it is at Gu Bicai's place.

At least get the canopy ruler, and you can also help Lu Xiaolu.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming pushed open the door, he was rushed back by a burst of choking smoke.

"Xiao Ming!" came Lu Xiaolu's voice, "Don't—"

The voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

Wang Xiaoming was startled immediately, and rushed in without even thinking about it.

Although Lu Xiaolu doesn't know Taoism, his physical fitness and practical skills are fine. Gu Bicai is at best a mountain village god. Although he has some supernatural powers, most of them are illusions. .

Why did Xiaolu scream?

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand to push the smoke away, but the smoke was so weird that it seemed to flow around the palm of his hand as if alive, and he insisted on not dispersing.

Wang Xiaoming could only dimly see Lu Xiaolu crouching in the corner, and Gu Bicai's hunched figure standing in front of Lu Xiaolu with his back to him.