I don’t know how long it took, Zhao Kuo, who was lying on a grass, slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a wild flower standing among the green grass with unknown name.

"Where am I?" Zhao Kuo moaned, and sat up on the grass with difficulty, supporting the ground with one hand, holding the phone and kneading his temples painfully.

After a while, I remembered that I had a car accident. At that time, I felt dizzy and the cement floor approached me from the windshield. I howled in horror, and then it was here.

After finally turning around, Zhao Kuo couldn't even close his mouth. There was no place in the bustling city roads. The air did not have the choking smell of oil unique to urban roads. Instead, it was a pure wind that was only found in the countryside. Behind him was a small wood, under him was grass, and in front of him was a calm river. Even time had changed from night to day.

"Where is my car?! Where is the overpass?! Where am I?" Zhao Kuo stood up in horror, moved his muscles and bones, and found that he was unscathed: "Is it BMW that protected me, and the citizens were greedy for money, packed up the things in my car and threw me out of the wilderness? I have never heard of such a thing, did the traffic police ignore it?"

He looked down at the phone and found that there was no signal at all. Zhao Kuo almost glared out: "No signal! There is no base station around him? How outskirts are there?"

After a closer look, the soul flew out of the sky, because his mobile phone time was displayed as "23:14 on the day of 200****23:14"! It was the time when he answered the last call, and he was moving forward every second.

"It's obviously night?" Zhao Kuo began to look around in horror, and a trace of anxiety climbed up to his heart: This fact is strange. He had a car accident. He woke up and went from night to day in the blink of an eye. He was placed in the suburbs where there was no cell phone signal. He suspected that a powerful gangster opponent had attacked him, otherwise how could he explain such a precise plan?

While wandering, a rustling sound came from the bushes. It was coming very fast, and it was running straight towards him by the river.

"Zhang Cruelzi or Li Dacca's man?" The only two gangster evil stars who had the strength to play with him like this flashed through his mind. Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth and picked up a stone from the ground.

"Swish!" The three men suddenly bumped out of the bushes and faced Zhao Kuo.

With a pair of eyes, I saw who was coming. Zhao Kuo was so mean and stubborn. The new generation of underworld who had seen countless big scenes was not only stunned, but almost staggered by the unexpected incident.

Because it was not a thug man with dragon and phoenix tattoo on his arms, nor a killer with black sunglasses, nor even an ordinary person. It was actually three guys wearing Manchu soldiers' costumes!

The feet were dirty cloth shoes with no visible color. The black leg-wrapped cloth swayed in the big legs of the wrinkled coarse cloth trousers. The upper body was the kind of hexagram that only rural old ladies wore, and the word "soldier" was also attached to the chest.

The most terrifying thing is that the three of them have braids and are carrying darts and big swords in their hands.

When people saw Zhao Kuo, they looked like they were terrifying. Six eyes stared at Zhao Kuo without even blinking. Their mouth, which was panting just now, was so nervous that they didn't even breathe. They opened their mouths wide, revealing a mouthful of disgusting teeth inside, allowing sweat to flow down their dark and dirty face.

When Zhao Kuo looked at these three guys who were malnourished and dirty, smelly and disgusting, they were probably local extras brought to the film by a photography team. He slowly pulled down his arms, but still grabbed the stone and didn't let go. After all, the guy in his hand was real.

Never let go of your vigilance is a habit that Zhao Kuo has developed in recent years, otherwise he would have been ruined by others!

"Which movie is the location? Where is this?" Zhao Kuo asked.

But the three extras looked at him like they were obsessed and just didn't say a word.

"What are you asking you? Oh, who is talking? Have you seen my car? Do you have a signal on your phone? Where is the fuck?!" Seeing three idiots like wood, they watched him stop talking. Zhao Kuo was anxious, and the more he spoke, he became more and more angry, and suddenly waved his finger and pointed at the other party and shouted.

It's not a stone, it's a mobile phone in the left hand.

Just this violent move, it seemed that the tourist was frightened by the cormorant while taking a photo. One of the three extras suddenly pulled his neck and yelled: "Grow hair!"

Even though he was ten steps away from them, Zhao Kuo could hear the bad breath of the roar.

Then before he could wait to taste the terrible smell, the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded, holding his phone in his left hand completely petrified on the shore.

After this roar, the three of them turned their heads and rushed to the river. Even because they were too unanimous, the two of them collided with each other, and the dart and the knife were removed, but they didn't care at all, just hugged their heads and rushed into the river. The three of them shouted and jumped into the river like dumplings.

"Is this? This is?" As the three braids rose and fell in the river for a while, Zhao Kuo turned his head to search for the hidden cameraman and director.

But there wasn't even a big deal around.

At this time, a weak cry came from the river: "Help...Help..."

Zhao Kuo turned his head and saw that among the three extras, two of them could swim and were swimming in a dog-pad style. The last one obviously could not swim. He floated on the water and slammed the water surface. The sound of help was made by him.

"You can't swim, why are you doing jumping into the river? Are you sick?" Zhao Kuo even fainted.

But he had no intention of going to the water to save people. In order to save such a poor and idiot, is it worth his new gangster godfather going to the water?

Even if it is worth saving, Zhao Kuo will not save it.

It's all my fault if you drown? Walking on other people's paths will leave others with no way out. Without this ideological cultivation, you will be a bullshit.

But he hesitated for a moment and still shouted loudly: "Director! Your person has fallen into the water! Come on." He needs someone and a car to take him back, and at least he has to find a phone number.

After a while, the woods were rumbling again and the two of them ran over.

After taking a look at the person who came, Zhao Kuo smiled bitterly: "The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom crew."

The two of them were as thin as the Qing soldiers. They were wearing coarse cloth clothes. The only difference was that they had yellow cloth tied on their heads and a spear wrapped in bamboo in their hands.

He slightly dodged away from the sweat odor of the person on his body. Zhao Kuo pointed to the water: "No, that's in the river, you go..."

Before Zhao Kuo could even get out of the word "save", he seemed to be struck by lightning again. He was as stupid as a chicken again, and the man staring at the headscarf could not even close his chin.

It turned out that when people saw the three unlucky guys in the water, they didn't have any intention of saving them. The one in front waved his hand and the bamboo thatch in his hand flew away like lightning, and he pricked a Qing soldier who was wandering in front of him and felt a chill!

The other one was not to be outdone. He came out like a spear, but his head was not accurate. He did not get stuck in the flesh, but passed through the braid behind another Qing soldier who could swim. The sharp spear tip cut his neck, and suddenly the clear water splashed red blood. The victim covered his neck with one hand, and while struggling to give a desperate glance at Zhao Kuo behind him, he slowly sank into the river.

Only the unlucky guy who couldn't swim in the middle of the river was left. When he saw these two people coming, he seemed to be a live duck thrown into a hot pot of water. He was even more troubled and sank to the bottom of the river in front of the three of them.

"You go...you go..." Zhao Kuo, who was dumbfounded, seemed to have become a repeater. He watched this scene happen and his whole body was covered in countless electric shocks.

Killed two Qing soldiers, two guys wrapped in yellow turbans turned their heads and looked at Zhao Kuo for a while, looked at his gangster profession that had just been shaved to inherit his career, looked at each other, nodded, clasped his fists at Zhao Kuo, and said, "This brother, is it from the Tiandihui? You have shaved your braids, come and vote for the Heavenly King?"

"God... God, you are so big... I've watched you murder three people with my own eyes!" Zhao Kuo's head was sweating down. He was stunned for a long time, swallowing his terrified saliva (those who are mixed in the underworld are even more afraid of death), and then said with difficulty: "That...that... Actually, I just need to find a phone number..."

"Speak? What does it mean?" The two of them looked at each other in confusion, and the dwarf in front of them smiled kindly: "I have been to the Heaven and Earth Society before, and I don't know what you mean by your lingo."

"He said he wanted to find some work, right?" The tall man behind him smiled: "It doesn't matter if he doesn't join. Anyway, the world belongs to the king."

"He has shaved his head, why don't he join?" The short man looked at Zhao Kuo very strange. Not only was he wearing strange clothes, but no other shaver saw the expression of his relatives: "Then please come with us for the time being, to prove that we killed three Qing Yaos. Thank you, I found these three rabbits. You haven't eaten yet, right? You have eaten with us."

Come with you? You two murderers? Although I have done this, I am not so savage! What kind of the hell is this crew? It’s so perverted!

Zhao Kuo searched the hidden camera over and over again, but there was nothing wrong with it.

At this time, he regretted again, why didn’t he carry a gun? But as usual, he, a boss of the new era of underworld, never carried two things: guns and money.

In desperation, Zhao Kuo had no choice but to accept his fate and followed two yellow turbans out of the woods.

As soon as the woods came out, it was a road on the open ground. Zhao Kuo once again petrified. People were everywhere, but not all living people. Those who were lying on the road were dead.

Staring at his two eyes that could not be retracted, Zhao Kuo walked into the open space that was filled with the smell of gunpowder during the Spring Festival.

The bodies in green camp clothes were everywhere. They were turned over in the oil pan like northern fried dough sticks, covered in loess and mixed with white gui's faces, full of rotten feeling.

In addition to the rotten yellow, there is a disgusting and terrifying red, the color of blood. Some corpses lack arms, half of their bodies are covered with blood, some have half of their heads, and some have half of their bamboo poles tied behind them.

Above these rotten and nauseated yellow red are the yellow turbans with their heads down and the people dressed in braids. They are ragged and barefoot, and each of them is dirty and torn, pulling the body, peeling clothes, holding blood-stained weapons and flags, and the arching posture seems to be the bent neck vultures that pick carrion in the animal world.

Zhao Kuo walked at the end, but the puzzled gazes that those who were dressed like beggars cast at his strange costumes made him feel uncomfortable as if he was stabbed by needles.

Any human being suddenly locked in an iron cage in a zoo and was watched by monkeys is like this.

Finally couldn't help it, Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth, squatted down suddenly, and touched the guy's face on the ground with one hand.

He was wearing the Qing army's uniform, with one foot barefoot, his face was covered with blood and flesh. The iron sand made of gunpowder was inlaid with this face. The flesh on the edge of the iron sand also had traces of burnt gunpowder, which looked very much like the "loose pod milk" he had seen before, but that was PS, which was a living cosplay "loose pod face".

Zhao Kuo touched this terrible face to prove that this was an absurd crew or a prank show on TV. He hoped that when his hands touched this terrible wound, he suddenly realized that this was a shocking scam. The wound was just plastic. The damn bastard carrying the camera descended from the tree, and all the people lying jumped up and laughed at him.

But when he raised his hand, his face was already twisted into a ball: what is this cold, sticky, bloody and sticky liquid with the smell of ignition and ignition!

"What's wrong?" The short leader noticed Zhao Kuo's strange behavior of half-kneeling to touch the dead face, and asked in confusion.

"What year is this?" Zhao Kuoqiang gritted his teeth and prevented himself from fainting.

"The first year of Xianfeng, Qing Yao."
Chapter completed!