At this time, the sky was dark and the surroundings were dark. Only a little light was passed from afar. I saw the two figures blocking the door. One on the left was tall, wearing a white shirt, pale face, and wearing a tall hat from the criticism of the past few years. He wrote a letter to "make money at first sight" and his mouth was tightly pursed, but the corners of his lips were raised, and a mysterious and strange smile appeared; the one on the right was short and fat, wearing black, so dark that his face could hardly be seen. The same tall hat was the four big words "Peace in the World".

My eyes then fell on their hands. The white one was wearing a white mourning stick, while the black guy was holding a string of shackles.

The chain seemed to be black iron locks one by one, but it was dragged to the ground without any sound.

Not only was there no sound, but the sounds around seemed to disappear at this moment. I felt that as soon as I entered the dead end, I felt completely separated from this world. When I really looked at the two deities blocked at the entrance of the alley, my whole body was stiff and I couldn't even take a step. Oh my God, who are they? Look at their clothes, aren't they exactly the same as the two Yin Gods of Black and White Impermanence who came to the sun to seek their lives after death?

What kind of luck did I, Chen Erdan, have I ever had? How could I meet these two people?

During the few seconds of stiffness, I was staring at the four eyes in the shadow. Out of instinct, I could feel them - oh, wrong, they should be not passing by, but came to arrest me specifically. This judgment made me shudder all over. Without thinking too much, I turned my body and ran towards the dead end. This run, I believed that it must have surpassed my own potential. Everything seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the threat of death, so I rushed to the front instantly, kicking my legs at the end of the end, and jumped towards the wall of the dead end.

This wall is more than two and a half meters long, which is already a natural barrier for me as a young man. But I didn't know what happened, but I jumped up and pulled the weeds on the wall with both hands.

When I grabbed the thing with both hands, I felt like there was hope. I tried my best to grab the weeds on the wall, hoping to turn over and avoid the attention of the two masters behind me. The more I was afraid, the more I couldn't help looking back. I saw the two figures roaring and about to reach my feet. However, the weeds I was holding didn't seem to be under much force and moved randomly. This made me extremely shocked. The more I wanted to turn up, the more I couldn't stand the force. I couldn't help looking up, and I was shocked to find that the weeds on the wall were not the weeds on the wall, which were clearly handfuls of black hair.

At the end of this long hair was a lifeless woman's face, with those wooden eyes staring at me tightly. When I looked up, it smiled politely at me.

This smile made me fall into despair. After subconsciously pulling it, my head fell down with me, falling directly from the wall. Just as my back hit the ground, there was a severe pain and the world was dark. As a result, I felt a huge force stomping on my back. I was also breathing in the air, subconsciously rolling on the ground, looking up during the rapid rolling, and seeing what I thought was black and white impermanence, the two Yin gods had rushed to me, waving the mourning stick and soul-locking chain in their hands, ready to capture me.

The other party was coming in a fierce manner, but instead made me feel something was wrong. I thought that I was not a ghost, and even if the other party was a ghost, there was no way to deal with me.

Since that's the case, then look at their posture, are they pretending to be human?

After thinking about this, I also developed some courage. I used the lower three-way fighting style I learned in Wushan Training School back then, rolling and crawling towards the "Bai Wuchang" who was the most unstable looking at the lower plate. The so-called lower three-way is below the abdomen, the crotch, and the legs, which are more cruel in fighting, especially the crotch. For a man, once he is hit hard, he may faint or die, and he has always been despised by everyone in the righteous way. However, what we learn is all about military martial arts and practical tricks. With my combination, I am not very tall, so this kind of attack is fierce.

As soon as I came up, I went straight to my crotch, and the monkey had no choice but to steal peaches. It was so continuous, but the "Bai Wuchang" was really unbearable and retreated continuously.

His performance made me feel a lot of courage in vain. You know, if the other party was the Yin God, how could he deal with the cruel move of stepping on me? He waved his hand and hit me with a big wave, leaving my soul out of my body, and then dragged it away with the chain. If he avoided it, it means he was guilty and pretending to be a ghost. However, I guessed the result, but ignored the process, and could quietly lead me into the jar, and render such an atmosphere so gloomy and terrifying. How could I be like a kid who has just learned a few three-legged cat skills?

So, in a gust of wind, I suddenly smelled a trace of fishy sweetness in my nose, and subconsciously wanted to hold my breath, but my legs became weak and I fell to the ground.

At the last moment when my consciousness disappeared, I saw the short and black man next to me twisting the lid of a porcelain bottle. I don’t know whether it was opening or closing, but I could feel the smell of sweetness, which happened to be floating out of the porcelain bottle. I vaguely felt that the color seemed to be pink, like peach blossom miasma. After I fainted, everything was over. When I regained my consciousness again, I was poured from my head to my heels by a bucket of cold water. At that time, just a few days before the Spring Festival, everyone was waiting for the holiday. They felt cold when they went out to wear a cotton coat. As a result, the faint water dripped from my head and I suddenly woke up.

When I woke up, my first feeling was cold. It was so fucking cold. Then I realized that I was tied firmly with a rope. The rope was even deeply trapped in my flesh and blood. After moving a little, I felt a burning pain.

This pain quickly restored my will. I opened my eyes and saw a kerosene lamp that was not bright and an ugly man with a large vitiligo on my face.

The room was not big, surrounded by walls, and there was a dull atmosphere in the space, which seemed to be poor in circulation. The training I received told me that this might be a basement, and I really didn't know who the vitiligo in front of me. But I didn't know, but the other party didn't plan to spare me. A bucket of water made me wake up completely, and then the second bucket of water poured directly on me. This time I screamed and felt that the ice water walked into the wound struck by the rope, my whole body was burning and sad.

When I showed twelve minutes of pain, Vitiligo finally stopped thinking of falling down the third bucket of water, but dragged a bamboo stool with a backrest and sat down, and said, "Do you know why we caught you?"

This question was very domineering. I didn't know who this grandson was. When I got home for a long time, I pretended to be a magician and came here. I was still wronged. However, the hero did not suffer any loss in front of me. I was used to being a grandson. This time, I shook my head and said I didn't know. The vitiligo suddenly stood up, rushed to me, stepped on my head, and cursed with a angrily voice: "I don't know? You really don't know what good things you did yourself? Do you want me to remember them for you?"

As I was talking, I suddenly heard the sound of a whip exploding in the air. It was a sound that sounded crisp but extremely terrifying. In the next second, it fell on me.

Pa, pa, pa...

The whip quickly left countless scorching blood marks on me. The screams that I couldn't help but become a cheerful vitiligo. I sucked hysterically for a while. He seemed tired and finally stopped. Then he gasped and said, "There are not many people who dare to go against our Jiyun Club. Boy, you have a habit. I can see that you are not old and this matter has nothing to do with you. I will ask you one thing, where is the sword made by Yang Congshun?"

The other party has a trait of extreme ferociousness, and is obviously not unfamiliar with the job of killing people. The questions he raised after some torture were not beyond my expectations.

During the period when I woke up, I was thinking about this matter. In fact, before that, Liu Laosan had already mentioned me, saying that someone had spread the story of my killing Yang Dazi and someone would seek revenge on me. Since others still knew about this, I must have known that sword, and finally fell into Liu Laosan's hands. The guy only showed up after a month. As soon as he showed up, I was hit by that guy. Thinking about it, I felt angry, but I knew that if I felt relieved, I would not have a good end, so I kept my mouth and did not reveal my bottom.

At this point, this matter is just a bargaining chip. I can't give in easily and succumb to torture. Maybe I will die faster.

Sure enough, I was not wrong. When I was dying and still kept talking, the vitiligo finally stopped, muttered, and then spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on my body and left here. I lay in a pool of cold water, covered in bruises, and was angry and hatred in my heart. I thought about whether it was cheated by Liu Laosan. That boy might use me as bait to lead to the fierceness of Jiyun Club. Then he hoped that Liu Laosan or the human soldiers of our unit would come from the sky to save me from water and fire.

However, there was nothing, and I was like an unattended dead dog, lying there waiting to die.
Chapter completed!