Perhaps because of the usual fight, a few ruffians reacted very quickly and came to their senses as soon as possible. Some rolled on the spot, while others slapped their knives and raised their sticks.

However, his skills were really not very good, Xiao Yan and Huisheng took ruthless actions with murderous intent. As soon as they met, four or five people were killed, and they couldn't even scream.

A rogue who rolled to the well shrank his head and was shocked. He took out a small bag of slap from somewhere and threw it at the two women.

Fengsha's eyes were quick and fast, and raised his hand and a crossbow, leaving only his left eye, leaving only his tail feather.

The rogue screamed and covered his face tightly with his hands, but the small bag in his hand broke and a handful of dusty powder appeared.

The ash powder was immediately bubbled like boiling water, and the whole person felt like he was being drenched by a pot of hot oil, turning on the ground and twitching and rolling.

Seeing that his mouth was about to scream, the gray powder shook into his throat.

The howling suddenly turned into a miserable horror.

Fengsha was busy with his hands on the crossbow. Seeing this, he became anxious and shouted in a low voice: "I want him to shut up."

The sound is not too loud now, so it is hard to say that it will hurt to cough heavily.

Huisheng and Xiao Yan killed a few more people and forced the remaining three to the corner of the yard. The distance between Fengsha and Fengsha was a bit far away. In addition, they were busy making ruthless moves, but they did not hear the order.

But the rogue suddenly calmed down, stood up slowly, let go of his hands to cover his face, revealing a terrifying face.

The right eye was wide open, and blood was gushing from the left eye, and hot oil rolled over the same lips and cracked up and down. He was actually laughing, looking weird and invisible.

Han Jing whispered: "Cum quickly."

Fengsha suddenly came back to his senses, and thought that it was her moving hands and feet. She shattered the crossbow strings in her hands, and shone a fierce crossbow on her throat.

The ruffian fell to the sky, and his hands and feet seemed to be tied into invisible thin lines, shaking his feet and arms, and his movements were soft, as if he was swimming in the water.

Han Jing hurriedly said, "He was caught in the illusion and he would die."

The wind and sand were very curious and wanted to check it out.

Han Jing quickly grabbed his arm: "Don't get close, otherwise he will be as dreamy as him."

Fengsha stopped obediently and saw that he had some understanding of his slutty appearance. It seemed that Han Jing also had something like the poison of the intoxicated flower.

This kind of thing is very poisonous, and it makes people sleepy. If it is not heavy or light, it will make people imagine and have various hallucinations.

If the drugged person is guided properly, it can easily make people feel like they are in a fairyland or falling into hell, or falling from a fairyland to hell, and then floating into a fairyland from hell.

The effect is actually similar to that of the mental power, and it can manipulate people's hearts.

Of course, the two are different in levels, one technique and one path.

Han Jing suddenly said inexplicably: "I used to use this illusion, and the guests thought it was the best spring night, but in fact, Nan Ke had a dream."

What does this mean? Feng Sha was stunned for a moment. Seeing Han Jing blushing and lowering her head, she couldn't help but suddenly realize that, coughing lightly, "I understand."

At this time, Huisheng and Xiao Yan walked back and told the people that they had killed them.

"When the group next door has finished searching, hurry up and set the fire. We don't have to hurry to leave, wait for the fire to come, no, bring the fire to come..."

Fengsha thought for a while and said, "You two cleared a fire belt around the well and led to the side wall. Miss Han and I threw all the clothes we could find into the well and soaked them. Remember, after the fire is too big, we can at least last a meal before we can leave."

In this way, looking at a sea of ​​fire outside, there is actually a way of life reserved. The most important thing is to get the right time.

If you are slow, you have no time to escape and you will definitely burn to death; if you are too fast, you will definitely be exposed on the spot if you are watching.

Huisheng and Xiao Yan didn't understand who the master was going to be, so he habitually obeyed the instructions.

However, Han Jing was thinking, which was similar to the escape method in illusion. He used cleverly designed tricks to deceive people's eyes.

It is precisely because it is beyond common sense and cognition that it is beyond expectations and is simply unexpected.

Experts can tell if there is any one at once.

Han Jing didn't expect that Feng Shao could actually do illusions, and he seemed to be very knowledgeable about Taoism.

Huisheng and Xiao Yan dug a simple fire trench and dug it directly under the wall. If they weren't worried about the movement and the noise, they would have wanted to break the wall.

Then I went to the kitchen to get the firewood and oil, made dozens of torches of all sizes, and threw them along the courtyard wall into the next door, leaving only a few for ignition and ignition.

Han Jing tried his best to stuff clothes and quilts into the well with the wind and sand. He soaked them all before he took them out. He then took them out the bucket and basin to fetch water and sifted the ditch, leaving a few buckets for spare use.

The few people moved quickly and finished the meal.

Fengsha rushed to Han Jing and said, "Can you let the torch go and then burn it? After all, throwing it over the wall is really conspicuous."

Han Jing nodded and said, "Yes."

Take out a delicately crafted brown carved glass bottle from your arms, which seemed to be filled with transparent liquid, and there were a few untidy things soaked in it, which vaguely looked like candy or ice.

She took a torch, tied it with the glass bottle, handed it to Huisheng, and reminded: "If the bottle breaks, it will get fire. I only have so many things on me. If you use it more skillfully, it is best to succeed in one go."

After taking it, Huisheng hesitated a little. She didn't know if it was thrown over to mud or stone bricks. How could she guarantee that the bottle would be broken? Besides, this thing can really be burned by itself?

Thinking that he was a witch who could do magic, he believed it.

"Idiot." Fengsha said angrily: "You tie a long rope at the end of the torch and throw it over the wall. If the bottle passes through the top of the wall, it will definitely fall back and hit the wall. Wouldn't it be broken? It's just that you won't have enough strength or throw it too far."

Huisheng suddenly realized, and embarrassedly lowered his head and tongue, and then quickly went to find the rope.

The things Han Jing gave were very good, and there was only a slight sound, and soon afterwards, it started to smoke and fire.

It was the dry and dry autumn, and the oil-covered torches were thrown down, and the fire spread.

There were screams coming from nearby, and it seemed that many people had run over, but after waiting for a long time, there was no intention of extinguishing the fire.

The wind helps the fire, and the fire produces wind. The whistling hot wind swept through the thick smoke, and Mars flew everywhere in the sky.

Fengsha and the three girls were lying on the ground around the well, wrapping their bodies with several wet blankets all over their bodies, covering their heads and feet, and using wet cloth to cover their mouths and noses, and occasionally slap them to the nearby Mars.

Despite this, I still felt fussy and had a choking nose and coughing.

Smoke began to spread inside and outside the courtyard, and the vision was chaotic, and I couldn't see ten steps away. I heard the sounds from the outside world.

In short, it seems like the ants on the hot pan are very difficult to bear.

Han Jing was weak and could not bear it soon. Her pretty face gradually turned blue, her breathing gradually weakened, and her hands covering her face also relaxed.

The wind and sand were not much better than her, so she could only force herself to hold on and use a hand to cover her mouth and nose.

He can pinch his mind and he can pinch it in about the same amount of time every day. He naturally pinched it more accurately in just a short meal. Although the time was still almost done, he knew that if he could wait any longer, Han Jing might not be able to hold on, so he shouted: "Let's go."

He crawled towards the courtyard wall with Han Jing.

Huisheng and Xiao Yan were much more capable than them, so they came over and worked together, pulled each other aside, and quickly dragged the two of them under the wall.
Chapter completed!