Ghost Blowing Lantern II

The long knife stabbed by the old sheepskin on the root of the tree cut my shoulder and pushed me down. I sat half-sitting on the ground and leaned my back against the tree hole. Ding Sitian blocked me in front of me. In my haste, I had to hold it with one hand. The blade of the knife was used to support Lao Yangpi's hands holding the knife through Ding Sitian, but this was a futile move. Kangxi's sword was pressed down little by little.

Ding Sitian also wanted to help me hold the blade so that the two of us could escape from it, but firstly, she was not strong enough, and secondly, there was no room to maneuver in this narrow tree hole, and my legs were also pinched by Ding Sitian. Tian suppressed it, even if he tried to lift his foot to push the old sheepskin away, he couldn't.

The only sound left in the tree hole was the grinding sound of clenched teeth due to tension and excessive exertion. At this time, the fat man, whose face was turned green by the yellow leather, struggled to get up from the ground. He saw me, Lao Yangpi and others all covered with blood. There was a bloody struggle between them, and their eyes were suddenly filled with blood, and they had a murderous intention. His Southern Type 14 pistol disappeared somewhere. When he got up from the ground, he just happened to touch Lao Sheeppi's hunting gun. , he picked it up and aimed at the old sheepskin who had lost his heart and was about to hit him.

When Ding Sitian saw that the fat man was about to kill him, she probably wanted to speak out to stop him, but at this time, she was under the sharp blade, covered in blood, and her throat was stiff with nervousness. She could not make any sound with her mouth open. The huge mental pressure finally exceeded what she could bear, and her vision went black and she fainted.

And I was extremely anxious at this time. I knew that Fatty could just knock down Lao Sheeppi to ease our predicament, and I wanted to stop him. However, Ding Sitian and I were in the same situation, so I used all my strength to block the pressure on my shoulders. The long-handled knife, the body can no longer feel pain at all, the whole person is in a state of collapse at the touch of a touch, the nerves are stretched to the limit, the mouth cannot control the movement of words, and no sound can come out except gritting the teeth.

Lao Yangpi completely turned into a mindless walking corpse, but when the two imprisoned old yellow men saw the fat man's actions, their eyes lit up. Lao Yangpi seemed to have received some kind of induction, and just as the fat man lifted the While hunting the blunderbuss, he suddenly pulled out the knife and cut it back. There was a "click", a cold light flashed, and the muzzle of the hunting blunderbuss in the fat man's hand was cut off with a sharp swish.

When the fat man saw that the hunting musket was broken, he shouted and rushed towards Lao Yangpi. Lao Yangpi cut off the hunting musket with the Kangxi sword. He also tried his best and the long knife hit the root of the tree on the side. In his haste, it was difficult to pull it out. The fat man was As soon as he fell to the ground, he opened his mouth and bit the side of the fat man's neck, and immediately tore off a piece of skin and flesh. The fat man had a thick neck because of the thick flesh, and the more blood he saw, the harder he used his hands. He held down the old sheepskin, and with two People twisted into a ball.

Fatty usually rolls with others and rarely meets opponents, because there are basically few people who are in the same weight class as him. I remember that when I was a child, Fatty didn't have such a muscular body as he does now, and no one ever called him "Fatman" or "Little". "Fat". When he was in the first grade of elementary school, he got nephritis. At that time, the treatment for nephritis in the hospital relied entirely on medicine, not even injections. After taking the medicine to treat nephritis, he recovered. However, in those days, being "fat" was definitely a good thing. I had never heard of anyone wanting to lose weight at that time. Being fat meant being rich and healthy. Girls at that time also wanted to marry someone who was fat. People are not like the current trend of "poor, fat, rich, thin", and fat people have benefited a lot since they gained weight. In the past, people would suffer if they were cruel and had a fight with older children, but since they have gained weight, After gaining weight, he increased his weight. He would bully anyone he caught and beat anyone he didn't like. His unique skill was the human body pressurizer, which knocked the opponent down, and then he stretched his limbs from top to bottom. When it was smashed down, the children of all grades in the surrounding schools became extremely angry.

But although the fat man relied on his physical strength and bloody courage, he couldn't control Lao Yangpi for a moment. Lao Yangpi had completely lost his mind, his eyes were dull, like a mad dog, he opened his mouth and bit, and his hands were like iron. Like a pair of pincers, as long as he grabs hold of her, he won't let go, his nails sinking deeply into his flesh.

I almost got stabbed just now. The stab wound on my shoulder was not serious, but I was still conscious. It probably wouldn’t have damaged my bones. Lao Sheeppi’s stabbing gave me a little breather, and he quickly pulled a piece of clothes to tie up the bleeding. At this time, he saw Fatty and Lao Yangpi entangled together. They were actually fighting for their lives. If they continued fighting like this, someone would be killed. Besides, Lao Yangpi was unconscious. If something happened and Fatty accidentally injured him, His life must not be accounted for when he returns.

Of course, all this was caused by the two old yellow skins. Lao Sheeppi just fainted because of the fall and became a tool for them to kill people. However, it was difficult to think of a way to deal with the yellow skins who could read people's hearts for a while. , so I was ready to help the fat man hold down the old sheepskin and tie him up first.

I took a step forward and as soon as I stretched out my arm towards the old sheepskin, I felt the scalp on the temples on the side of my face tighten, and someone pulled my hair from behind. Human hair grows in spirals on the top of the head, and the hair on the back of the head and sides Hair grows in its own way. It's okay to pull it along the direction of hair growth. But at that time, I was lying on the ground and leaned forward, and the hand stretched out from behind grabbed my hair and pulled it up, almost damaging my scalp. It was torn off. This handful of hair pulled out my hair and it hurt my heart and lungs.

I didn't need to look back to know who grabbed my hair. It must be Ding Sitian who had just fainted on the ground. She was also restrained by Huang Pizi and had become indistinguishable between friend and foe. I didn't know that Old Huangpizi The details of this evil spell are just based on theory. It can only control people in a coma. It seems to be similar to the folk corpse control technique. It is a strange technique that hypnotizes corpses. I heard my grandfather tell it in our hometown. Before the liberation, there were similar witchcraft behaviors. People would not be controlled by them when they were sleeping, but their souls could be directly taken away by them. This is probably because the true fire of Samadhi in the body is extinguished in the coma state, and Because the three real fires on the head and shoulders were weak in sleep, the "Huang Fairy Girl" we met at Wong Tai Sin Temple was completely different from these white-haired old Huangpizi. These two Huangpizi were too powerful to There is no weakness to be found.

Now every move we make is anticipated by the yellow leather ones in advance, and we can't even hurt them at all. Moreover, two of the four of us have lost their minds, and almost everyone is injured. It is only a matter of time that someone dies, no matter what No matter how hard we struggled, the only ones bleeding were our own comrades, with no chance of winning. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but fall into deep despair and fear, and even lost some confidence in continuing to resist.

But this idea was quickly dismissed by the pain. The more pain I felt on my body, the more hate I felt in my heart. I decided to fight to the end. I felt my head was on fire from being pulled by Ding Sitian and there was a huge pain. I had no time to break her hand, so I had to She turned her head sideways in order to relieve the pain in her scalp. As soon as she turned her head sideways, a cold metal touch suddenly came from her temples. At some point, Ding Sitian dropped the "Southern Type 14" pistol that fell to the ground. After picking it up, I tilted my head to the side, and my temple was just hit by the muzzle of the gun she pressed down.

My heart tightened. I didn't expect that my fathers had finally won the war of resistance for eight years. Today, when the world revolution is about to succeed, I was beaten to death by the Japanese-made Southern Fourteenth Style, and it was me. The gun fired by Ding Sitian, a close comrade-in-arms, this way of death is really cowardly and tragic. It always kills you inadvertently and catches you off guard, and it always develops in the direction you least expect. At that moment, I asked myself whether this was the case. Is it fate?

From the cold, hard muzzle of the gun poking at my temple to the sound of the trigger being pulled, this moment actually only lasted a second or two, but to me, it felt like a strangely long torment, with time and confusion in my mind. My thoughts seemed to be invisibly slowed down, turning into frames of red slow-motion pictures.

The surrounding sounds seemed to have stopped in hearing, and only the sound of the trigger of the bastard box was left in the ears. After a deathly long wait, even this sound suddenly disappeared. The trigger was not pulled to the end, and the imitation Ruger It was designed as a pistol, but the "Southern Type 14" had inherent structural deficiencies. In addition, it had just been thrown hard by the fat man, and it jammed at this life-threatening moment.

The tortoise box is recognized as a suicide gun, because jamming a gun on the battlefield is tantamount to committing suicide, but jamming the gun against my temple is equivalent to saving my life. I didn’t have time to be afraid just now, and I can’t worry about it now. Fortunately, I raised my hand and grabbed the muzzle of the gun, trying to pull Ding Sitian down from behind.

Unexpectedly, Ding Sitian hit me from behind and punched the wound on my shoulder several times. I had just bandaged the wound with clothes in a hurry, but it couldn't stop the bleeding at all. She hit me from behind, and the pain immediately penetrated my bones. Blood seeped through his clothes and dyed his entire shoulder red.

The fat man over there just happened to hold Lao Yangpi down, and Lao Yangpi was still biting a piece of the fat man's flesh in his mouth. He was staring hard and struggling desperately, but he didn't say a word, and at this time, the four of us There was blood all over the body, as if it had just been slaughtered, and no one could see anyone's face clearly. The situation seemed extremely terrifying.

The two yellow skins in the corner of the tree hole stretched out their limbs and climbed along the tree roots to the top of the hole. Apparently they were worried that the bloody fight in the hole would affect them, so they tried to hide as far away as possible and cling to the old tree. On the dry tree bark, people turned around and stared here with gloating, with a strange and vicious green light flowing in their eyes. I reluctantly held Ding Sitian down while looking up at the pair of yellow-skinned men. I was struck by the green As soon as the light was taken, the feeling of being physically and mentally exhausted spread through every nerve again.

I dare not look into Huangpizi's eyes anymore, but I have already scolded Huangpizi's ancestors for eight generations in my heart. Now the bleeding is not stopping, and I gradually feel that I am powerless. If this crisis is not solved as soon as possible, there will be no survivors. I have always believed that Huangpizi's ability to capture souls and read minds is to interfere with people's hearts through their eyes. As long as we try to make their eyes lose vision, we can get rid of the current predicament.

I took a chance, grabbed a handful of sand on the ground, and threw it towards the pair of yellow leathers. White shadows flashed on the tree hole, and the yellow leathers had already escaped, and the sand and soil were thrown away, but I didn't originally I hope that a handful of sand will be effective. I just hope to take the opportunity to disrupt their actions so that Fatty and I can free our hands to deal with them. Although these two old yellow men can judge people's actions in advance, the terrain in this tree hole is narrow. If the fat man and I attack at the same time, we may have a chance to capture them using the terrain.

The two cunning yellow-skinned ones seemed to have seen through my thoughts and came towards me with a bit of ridicule. I cursed in my heart: "Flat-haired beasts, you go too far to deceive people." But I knew that even if I reached out to catch them, I wouldn't care. No matter how concealed the movements are, they will only be missed and have to be ignored.

At this time, the fat man had tied Lao Yangpi's hands behind his back with his belt. Seeing me holding Ding Sitian down, he wanted to come over to help. But as soon as he got up, Lao Yangpi, who was tied behind his back, suddenly stood up and gave him a headbutt. Hitting the fat man's abdomen, the fat man was caught off guard. Even though Lao Yangpi was dry and dry, he was a thin old man. However, he had lost his mind and didn't know where he got the strength. Even two or three young men might not be able to hold him down now. .

The head hit was so hard that the fat man was thrown backwards and his back hit the inner wall of the tree trunk hard, as if a wall had fallen down, causing the tree hole to shake and get stuck. Another piece of the Guanyin vine at the entrance of the cave also fell off. The gap between the hollow old tree and the edge of the hole, which was only half of the old tree, widened again, and the visibility at the bottom of the cave also improved a lot. Although the gap was large, it was still due to the vines. There are many hard thorns on their bodies, and even a cat-like yellow skin cannot crawl out. They are still in an almost closed narrow space with us.

In this chaos, I suddenly found that as the light in the tree hole became brighter and brighter, the two yellow-skinned animals seemed to be greatly frightened, and quickly slipped into the still dark corner, but Their will-o'-the-wisp eyes are now much darker, no longer so creepy.

My heart suddenly brightened. It turned out that these old yellow men were afraid of light. The stronger the light, the darker the will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes. Ding Sitian, who was held down by me, gradually became quiet. It was most likely because of the change in light that Huang The power of leather to control people's souls has weakened, and my hands and feet are getting weaker and weaker, but I know that this opportunity is like a desperate situation. If I don't take this opportunity to kill these flat-haired beasts, I am afraid that I will never live in peace.

Thinking of this, I ignored the bleeding and raised my hand to grab the long knife that was chopped on the root of the tree. I was about to pull out the knife and kill the pair of old yellow men cleanly, but in the blink of an eye, After a while, the two yellow skins in front of them disappeared. The Guanyin vine above the head fell again, and this time it blocked the gap where the light leaked out. The tree hole was so dark that it was difficult to see the five fingers.

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