This so-called "mentor" in black robe, except for his apprentices, doesn't care about the yelling waste snacks under his hands. Not to mention the group of "brand chicken students" who stretched their necks and shouted for help in the building. The money has been obtained, the venue is rented, the rent has not been paid, and the fire has been burned. He left with the money and went back to spend a good New Year and build a new den next year.

Anyway, young people who can’t find a job are everywhere. They just put on a shell of a leather bag company and hang an advertisement on the recruitment website and immediately attract a bunch of them.

As for killing and setting fires, he didn't care at all. In his opinion, what the murderer feared was nothing more than legal sanctions or prison disasters, as long as he was caught by the police, and the police could not catch him.

It is easy to explain if you take the head of the old beggar's leader back.

However, at this moment, the face of the man in black robe who had been relaxed and comfortable finally changed.

I saw a row of blades nailed on the ground and inserted into the soft soil obliquely. The width of each blade exposed the ground was about the same. The distance between the two blades was almost equal. It was lined up all the way to his feet. He could not dodge at all times, and a small hole was scraped out of the hem of the clothes!

The man in black robe has been walking sideways for so many years and has never suffered such a loss.

Old Yang was also shocked. He opened his mouth and called "Guard" in a vague way. Then he remembered something and swallowed the words back.

Yes, Wei Xiao is dead.

The palm that held his back seemed a little thin. Although his steps were light, he had a little careless sense of drag, not as low-key as the man back then.

At this time, Xu Shaowen spoke and asked what the other two wanted to know: "What are you doing?"

The hooded man replied: "I'm here to inquire about something. I'm just about to catch up with you. I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you."

Although she pressed her voice down and heavy, she was the neighbor who looked down and saw her. Lao Yang could hear it in an instant and stared at her back in disbelief - this was the girl who lived in Zhang Meizhen's house!

Gan Qing didn't look at him and walked forward two steps loosely. Xu Shaowen subconsciously stepped back and stared at her hands wrapped in black cloth strips in fear.

"May I ask--a while ago, a group of people who worshipped the wooden signs of "Wanmuchun" were drawn with red pens and taught others how to wipe their necks on the spot." Gan Qing said politely, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Wan Muchun," Hei Rou was stunned at first, then he glanced at the blade on the ground and understood something, "Who are you from Wan Muchun? Disciple?"

Gan Qing smiled: "Where, Wan Muchun has no disciples, I am just an old friend who is too talkative."

"The 'Chun' part is indeed ours," Hei Rou looked at the person in front of him who was covered with a hood and a mask. He might think that she didn't look like a good thing, so he said frankly, "By chance, our head met a descendant of Wan Muchun and obtained a little bit of superficial kung fu inheritance, but unfortunately his disciples were not good at all."

"Oh, he said he was Wan Muchun's successor." Gan Qing took the word "successor" very seriously and asked in a very strange tone, "Is it called 'Wei Huan'?"

"Yes, it's him," the man in black nodded, "and your friend?"

"No," Gan Qing suddenly laughed. Then, she didn't say hello, and she just attacked her directly. The blade flipped between her fingers. Under the fire, it was like a small lightning, slashing towards the neck of the man in black robe, "I won't follow..."

"Pick up friends in the trash can."

In an instant, the man in black robe all had a hair blown up, but he reacted very quickly and instantly retreated to a safe distance, picked up the three/edge/thorn and swung it out.

Lao Yang: "Be careful!"

In this kind of close combat, the attack distance of the opponent's weapon is the "safe distance". Gan Qing only has a small blade in his hand, and the attack radius is only the length of her arm, which is equivalent to being bare-handed and empty-handed. When the black robe is prepared, the lethality of the flying blade is very limited - even the legendary "Little Li Flying Knife" is flying more than three inches long, probably not Li Tanhua's shaved razor blade.

The two three-edged and thorns of black robe blocked the vital points of his body so that they were not airtight. There was a scattered "ding" sound, and the blades that were knocked away flew everywhere. Xu Shaowen was affected by the fish in the pond and ran away behind a big tree with his head in his arms.

"Next!" Old Yang was afraid that she would suffer a loss, so he raised his hand and threw his crutch to Gan Qing. Gan Qing caught it. The hardwood crutch swung half a circle in her palm and crossed over to the three-ring/thorn in the black robe. The man in the black robe shouted loudly and suddenly exerted force. The three-ring/thorn in the forward struck like a long gun, knocking Gan Qing and the others out. At the same time, another three-ring/thorn swept across.

Old Yang didn't know whether it was to show off his wealth or what. The solid wood crutches were long and heavy, and she was not easy to use. She couldn't dodge at this moment, and was hit by the forearm with a "choked" sound from the three-ring/tip.

There should be some protective gear on her forearm. The sound sounded like a metal collision, and it didn't hurt the flesh, but the bones were enough. Gan Qing's right arm suddenly took off his strength, the crutch in his hand tilted, and the hood fell off. Her hair hanging from her cheeks curled up and her chin was curled. Her face, which was blocked by the mask, looked only the size of a palm.

"So it's a little girl," said the man in black robe, "what is a big-tailed wolf."

The three-ring/thorn till the crutch and poked her lower abdomen. Gan Qing's center of gravity was on her left foot at this time. The man in the black robe could see that she did not have the strength to knock the three-ring/thorn thorn away with one hand, and could only dodge with her left foot as the axis. So before she could move, the other three-ring/thorn came across, just blocking the space for her dodging!

Gan Qing did not hide. She suddenly let go of her crutch and lowered, and the person shrank into a ball like a spring. The three-edge/thorn barely brushed over her head. Then, before anyone could see clearly, she suddenly bounced up again and stepped onto the black robe. The black robe screamed, and a three-edge/thorn fell to the ground. Gan Qing pressed a small blade into his wrist holding the fierce weapon!

It was a "double-sided blade". When the blade on one side pierced into the wrist of the man in black robe, Gan Qing's finger on the other side was pressing.

Her fingers were obviously made of flesh and blood. The deeper the blade was pierced into the other person's wrist, the deeper it was pierced into her fingers. The blood flowed down her fingertips instantly, soaking the strip of hand-wrapped cloth. She seemed to have no idea, and she randomly wiped the blood on the palm of her hand and picked up the three-edge/thorn that fell to the ground.

The fire illuminated her eyes, and the eyes were cold, with a little outlaw-like temperament.

The man in black robe was a little scared for no reason, and shouted loudly and rushed forward. The three/edge/thorns were flying up and down, dazzling. Gan Qing walked around and moved without touching the ground, avoiding all the way.

The man in black robe: "Kill!"

This seemed to be a signal. He stopped talking, and Xu Shaowen, who was hiding behind the tree, suddenly popped up and pulled out a homemade earth gun from somewhere, and fired Gan Qing behind him!

The loud noise of the earth/gun was drowned in the explosion.

The fire extinguisher brought by the police was not suppressed at all, and the flames became more and more greedy.

Mr. Zhou was locked into a separate confinement room on the second floor. With the explosion, broken sand and stones continued to fall down on the ceiling. There were silences outside. He hurriedly slapped the door hard: "Is anyone? Let me out!"

But the building was too noisy at this time, and no one noticed the noise of his impact on the door. Soon, smoke began to drill into the crack of the door.

Han Dongsheng picked up a few sheets of bed hanging there from the yard, sprayed them with a faucet of watering flowers, and clamped them under his armpits with a car fire extinguisher. He walked around to the side farther from the kitchen, jumped, and barely pulled up the window frame on the second floor.

The body is too heavy, and the heart is in charge. Han Dongsheng sighed inwardly.

Immediately afterwards, the blue veins on his neck jumped out ferociously, his arms were used to hang himself up, knocked open the glass window, tied the wet sheets into a rope, and shouted at the old people who were in a panic: "This is here!"

The police also rushed over. Han Dongsheng picked up an old man who was almost scared to death in the waist, stuffed him into the window, and threw him out. The police below picked him up with all their might.

The heat wave was surging, and Han Dongsheng took off his coat and sweater, shouting at the old men at the top of his lungs: "Look for a wet towel, cover his mouth and nose with wet clothes... cough..."

The old men and wives who were running around were like headless flies, squeezing in the narrow corridor, almost causing a stampede accident. Han Dongsheng held his breath and rushed over, holding his breath, picking up the old men of different shapes with one hand, and racing against time to send them away.

The fire that could not be controlled was getting bigger and bigger, and several disciples of the Beggars' Gang rushed over to help carry the people. Han Dongsheng's hot oil was almost roasted, with smoked black marks on his face, but his heart was even more irritated than flesh. He hadn't found Mr. Zhou yet!

"Dad!" Han Dongsheng handed the old lady in his hand to the people from the Beggars' Sect and rushed in against the flow of people, "Is there anyone inside? Dad!"

Mr. Zhou, trapped in the confinement room, raised the wooden chair and smashed it to the door with all his might, but the door didn't move at all!

He remembered the Qigong books he had read, and tried to use the "internal power" in his dantian in a hurry. However, he sucked in one breath, half of which was filled with smoke. The dantian was so smoky that it was so smudged. Mr. Zhou burst into tears and coughed, and his fingers tightly grasped the crack of the door: "Help, save... cough cough..."

It's really strange that when they signed up for the "Pully World", they all felt that they were having a boring life and had nothing to live. They wanted to find a place to comfort themselves and walk towards death less lonely.

However, a natural disaster suddenly came, and the old people were panicked to find that they still had such a strong desire to survive.

Mr. Zhou was so smoky that he was confused. His fingernails were cracked and blood was slashed, but his hands were still scratching the door unconsciously.

A hazy thought came to his mind, and he thought: "My Zhou Zhou hasn't finished elementary school yet."

Outside the fire scene, Gan Qing seemed to be quite familiar with these shameless routines. At the moment when the man in black robe made a sound, she jumped out in one step. The gun was shot empty. Xu Shaowen cursed and was about to aim again, but the back of his head hurt - he was knocked unconscious by Old Yang.

Old Yang gasped and looked up nervously.

The man in black robe took advantage of Gan Qing avoiding the earth and gun and almost suppressed her to hit her. Two three-rings and thorns collided back and forth in the air. The black robe swept across, Gan Qing retreated dangerously, stepped on the instep of the black robe, and at the same time, he struggled to lift the three-rings and thorns over his head, and withstood the man in black robe and slashed him in front of him.

She wore a pair of torn old boots, which were big, with a stupid and outdated square toe. Judging from the style, it seemed that men's boots were worn by middle-aged and elderly people.

The black robe raised her legs and wanted to lift her down. At this moment, an iron cone suddenly popped out of Gan Qing's sole of her unkempt shoe. The man with black robe tried so hard, which was equivalent to taking the initiative to nail his feet!

The screams shocked the knowledgeable leader Yang trembled.

These two people, one of them puts a cold gun behind their backs, and the other hides the universe under their feet. "The little devil is one foot tall, and the big devil is one foot tall", there is no lower limit!

Gan Qing grabbed the uninjured arm of the man in the black robe, and opened the knife between his fingers like a tailor-stained one. He folded it without any mercy, and removed the tendons and bones, and completed it in one go.

Only then did Old Yang find his voice and hurriedly shouted: "Don't kill anyone!"

This throat was in time, Gan Qing skipped his hand in the black robe's throat, and his fingers flexibly shrank, rubbed a layer of oily skin on the black robe's man, walked around behind his neck, and thumped it down—

The man in black robe pounced on the ground silently, with a limping foot.

Old Mr. Yang looked at her in surprise and doubt: "You...you are..."

Gan Qing avoided his gaze and reached out to fiddle with his heels. The awl on the soles of the shoes fell off. She rubbed the blood on the soles of the shoes on the soil and glanced at the chaotic fire scene: "I'll go and have a look."

Lao Yang: "Wait!"

Gan Qing turned a blind eye, and his feet slipped, and the person was already several feet away.

"Brother! There is no one inside! Go quickly!" In the small building, two policemen were carrying an old man on their backs and grabbed Han Dongsheng, "The fire is coming! The building is full of wood, and it must be burned!"

Han Dongsheng panicked and turned the faces of the two old men. Neither of them was Mr. Zhou. Without saying a word, he waved the policeman's hand and ran into the fireworks.

A wet towel could cover his mouth and nose for a short time, but not his eyes. Han Dongsheng's eyes were fluffed red, and he searched around in despair.

Just then, he heard a faint sound of scratching the door.

Han Dongsheng opened his eyes wide, quickly identified the source of the sound, ran over and hit the door twice: "Get out of the way inside!"

However, Mr. Zhou had no strength to get out of the way. He couldn't even recognize that it was the voice of his family. He slid down the door panel in a daze.

Han Dongsheng took a few steps back to run, shrank his shoulders, and ran over with all his strength. The door of the confinement room bounced open suddenly, and Mr. Zhou, who was unconscious, was knocked out.

Han Dongsheng rushed forward and reached out to his breath. He didn't find anything in panic, so he carried the old man on his shoulder and ran out.

There was another explosion downstairs, and the white light tube hanging on the top of the corridor shook a few times and directly smashed it down, but Han Dongsheng could no longer see clearly.

In the flash of lightning, a coat flew over, and the falling light tube was raised in the air, and he threw it on the wall with a "splash". Han Dongsheng staggered and was held by someone.

Han Dongsheng saw through the tears that were filled with tears, and saw clearly the person coming: "It's you..."

The policeman downstairs were shouting loudly, and Gan Qing dragged Mr. Zhou, who had fainted, and threw the person out.

With a "boom", half of the building collapsed—
Chapter completed!