Xu Zhengyang's eyes that were often squinted widened, staring at the picture on the jade finalization book. His thoughts were flowing in his mind, and his magical power suddenly exploded, searching and summoning all the ghosts in Ci County, even if they were extremely powerful.
If there is an opportunity, we must search out the ghosts hiding in the dark places. Even if we let them die in the light, we must give it a try.
Because Chen Chaojiang is fighting for his life!
If at the moment before taking action, Chen Chaojiang was squatting under the concrete slab, considering the retreat route after the surprise attack, which made Xu Zhengyang feel a little relieved, then when Chen Chaojiang straightened his body and faced Shen Haobing's stride,
Okay, as soon as he put aside the black coat that concealed the machete, Xu Zhengyang knew that Chen Chaojiang would not run away, he would only choose to either die in battle or fight his way out without any worries.
Xu Zhengyang couldn't understand what kind of person Chen Chaojiang was. He was like a bloodthirsty and arrogant lone wolf. He was so angry that he became so perverted that he didn't even care about his own body and life. If he had to use an appropriate person,
To describe him metaphorically, we can say that once Chen Chaojiang takes action, he will be a madman.
Just like at this time outside Shilipu Village in the east section of Xinbei Ring Road in Ci County, Chen Chaojiang, who was pale and cold-eyed, clutched the machete tightly and pursued Shen Haobing tightly without saying a word.
Shen Haobing was so frightened that he threw away his legs and ran eastward, while Chen Chaojiang pursued him in cold and eerie silence.
About ten meters behind Chen Chaojiang, Hou Deqiang led seven or eight people in pursuit, holding wine bottles, sticks and chairs. The sound of shouting and cursing kept coming from the seven or eight people behind, while the two in front ran and chased each other.
But they didn't say anything. Shen Haobing didn't dare to yell for fear that he would be caught up if he lost his temper, but Chen Chaojiang didn't say a word at all.
Whether you are racing or escaping, when you run, don’t look back, but look forward...
When you are running, look forward. If there is no one in front of you, you will be the first. When you are running away, you have to look forward, because if you focus on the back, you will easily become unstable and even fall down in a hurry.
Shen Haobing looked back.
Then a small stone tripped him, and he staggered. In the panic, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
It's a long story. In fact, from the time Chen Chaojiang started chasing Shen Haobing to the time he fell to the ground, the total time did not exceed a minute.
The sword light flashes, and the cold light appears!
Chen Chaojiang allowed Shen Haobing, who fell to the ground in panic, to kick him randomly. He swung the machete with his right hand and slashed at Shen Haobing quickly. It didn't matter where he slashed, just for the sake of slashing. He never thought about slashing Shen Haobing's body.
In certain positions, for Chen Chaojiang, all he had to do was hit the opponent.
Swish, brush, brush...
Amid the shrill screams, Shen Haobing hugged his head with his arms to protect his head and neck, huddled on the wet roadside, already despairing in his heart. When he first saw Chen Chaojiang's extremely cold and indifferent eyes, his heart was filled with despair.
There was a chill, and when Chen Chaojiang revealed his gleaming machete, Shen Haobing was extremely frightened, because he could feel that such a person would not care about what he was afraid of, and would directly kill him.
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In fact, Shen Haobing was overly worried. Chen Chaojiang never thought about taking his life, nor did he think about whether he might accidentally take his life.
For Chen Chaojiang, there is no need to consider these issues.
If Shen Haobing knew that Chen Chaojiang was such a strange person with such terrifying thoughts, would he be so frightened that he died directly?
The speed is very fast, a total of eleven cuts!
The knife penetrated into the bones and saw blood, on the head, arms, back, and thighs. "The light of blood burst out with the flash of the knife's light! Splashing!
Amidst the screams, Chen Chaojiang didn't care whether Shen Haobing was dead or alive. He turned around suddenly, looked back, and looked directly at the slender and cold eyes of the people who were chasing after him from behind.
He kept shouting and yelling.
Then, Chen Chaojiang held the handle of the knife in his right hand. His right arm hung back obliquely, his body leaned forward slightly, and he rushed towards those people with no expression on his pale face.
Swing the knife! Under the red sunset, the afterglow of the setting sun splashed all the light on the ordinary machete at this moment, glowing with an icy red glow. The rumor was eye-catching and breathtaking!
Like a lone wolf, Chen Chaojiang burst out with a rare roar. He was fearless and moved forward with unparalleled bravery, rushing forward!
In the flash of the sword, frightened yells and cries of pain coexisted, oscillating in the empty, brand-new, damp ring road.
Group fight?
No, Chen Chaojiang was like a sharp knife, inserted directly into the middle of a group of tough men, and quickly brought up countless spilled blood. Chen Chaojiang cut through the human wall that he had hit, and rushed over
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Angry curses and screams sounded behind him.
After Chen Chaojiang rushed over, he continued to run several meters away as if he couldn't stop the car.
And those people behind him will naturally think that Chen Chaojiang is fighting to open a bloody road to escape! It is human nature, if anyone, no matter how brave he is, dares to rush in and kill him, it is absolutely admirable.
His courage and bravery were greatly improved. So they yelled and yelled to chase after him.
However, when they had just recovered their senses and were about to catch up with Chen Chaojiang, they suddenly discovered that Chen Chaojiang stopped himself, then turned around, with a few drops of bright red blood on his pale cheeks, and shot out of his slender eyes.
The icy light of the human soul, without a hint of fireworks, is the kind of cold and chilling expression.
Then, Chen Chaojiang leaned forward, his right arm drooped diagonally, gripped the handle of the knife tightly, stepped forward, and quickly faced those people and killed them again!
Amidst the frightened screams and painful cries, Chen Chaojiang once again thrust through the wall of people like a sharp knife, like a sharp blade cutting tofu. In the flickering light of the knife, it brought up countless spilled blood, and in the setting sun,
Under the afterglow, bright red dots splashed into the air. Chen Chaojiang still couldn't control the rapid impact and rushed over a distance of seven or eight meters!
At this time, Shen Haobing's group of friends, in addition to being angry and hurting Jiang, felt a bone-deep chill in their hearts.
This young man with a pale face and cold eyes is either a fool or a lunatic!
They were all stunned on the spot, as if they had forgotten all the pain on their bodies.
They are wondering, is this a person? Is this a dream? How could such a person exist?
Without allowing them to think clearly about their inner doubts, the thin young man stopped and turned around. There were some bright red bloodstains on his pale face, and his white shirt was also stained with bloodstains. Then his right arm drooped diagonally, tightly
Holding the handle of the knife, there were blood beads on the blade. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, it glowed with a cold red light. He leaned forward, took big steps, and rushed over again!
Madman, definitely a madman!
Yes, Chen Chaojiang is a hungry and bloodthirsty lone wolf at this time, no, he is crazy!
These gangsters who are usually arrogant, domineering, and aggressive have finally been inspired by blood and fear to become strong natures. Don’t be surprised.
There was no time to be afraid, and he endured the pain in his body. He roared madly and struck Chen Chaojiang, who was as sharp as a knife.
It is difficult for two people to defeat four people, and a hero cannot stand against the crowd!
Chen Chaojiang still fell to the ground under the opponent's fierce attack, but he was not beaten and could not turn over. He slashed with the machete in his right hand. The moment he hit the ground, he rolled continuously, slashing the legs of two people and then ejected.
He stood up. The machete was erected diagonally in front of him. The blade hit a bald man wearing a black sportswear and pulled it down! The clothes were torn, the flesh was opened, and blood dripped out. Screams followed.
Hou Deqiang looked ferocious, enduring the severe pain of two cuts on his back. He stood outside the melee crowd, holding a steel pipe as thick as a baby's arm in his hand. He looked at the exposed gap in Chen Chaojiang's back and raised the steel pipe.
He was about to hit it hard! But at the moment when the steel pipe was raised, an angry shout appeared in his mind for no reason: "Stop!"
It was this scolding that made Hou Deqiang suddenly stunned.
Chen Chaojiang drove away the two men with a knife, turned around, and without any expression on his pale face, he swung the machete and struck Hou Deqiang on the forehead without any hesitation.
A hundred miles away, in the room on the fourth floor of the Tianhong Hotel on Zehe Middle Road, Xu Zhengyang was sweating profusely, his face was red, and his wide eyes were filled with worry. Fortunately, angry, etc. "The ghost could not be summoned, and he was anxious and angry but helpless.
, he had no choice but to waste his energy and forcibly interfere with the other party with his thoughts! Although this was really extremely draining of divine power, he had to do it, even if it meant exhausting his magical powers, even if he died of exhaustion!
However, it cannot continue. Can Chen Chaojiang survive?
Tears welled up in Xu Zhengyang's eyes: Chaojiang, why are you so stupid? So brave? You have already killed Shen Haobing, why do you need to fight so hard?
The sunset seems to have been exhausted for a day, and no longer has the energy to cast even a little bit of afterglow. The red color hangs in the air without a trace of dazzling, and slowly falls.
Outside Shilipu Village in the eastern section of Xinbei Ring Road in Ci County, dozens of villagers, men, women, old and young, were standing on the roadside.
They were all watching the fight taking place on the road with dumbfounded eyes. To their surprise and disbelief, on the road, a thin young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers, covered with blood all over his body, waved.
A machete stained with blood chased seven or eight stumbling gangsters. He did not burst out with any so-called powerful aura that was as powerful as a rainbow and swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger. He was so cold and indifferent, without a trace of fireworks.
Chasing and slashing those gangsters,
Almost at the same time, the villagers thought clearly in their hearts: It turns out that the so-called Ten Tigers of Cizhou and Hou Deqiang, a famous bully in the village, are also afraid and intimidated! They were actually killed by a man who looked eight or nine years younger than them.
The young man chased them alone and ran away like a lost dog.
It turns out that they are also human beings, and they are also afraid of death. They are not as fierce as people usually fear.
It's just that no one got angry enough to fight them.
A middle-aged man in his forties suddenly thought of something and urged his son beside him with excitement. Then the son nodded hurriedly and ran towards the village.
Then, the villagers nearby heard what he said and quickly called his family to run towards the village.
One after another, seven or eight people soon ran towards the village.
Hou Deqiang and his group finally thought of something from the shock and quickly scattered and ran away."
Maybe he was hesitant and didn't know who to chase first, or maybe Chen Chaojiang was tired, or he simply didn't want to fight anymore.
The expressionless Chen Chaojiang finally stopped chasing, lowered his head slightly, threw the slightly curled machete into the mud puddle on the roadside with his right hand, reached out and wiped the blood spots on his white shirt,
Then he wiped the broken and bleeding wound on his forehead.
Then, Chen Chaojiang took out a cigarette, lit one, and took two deep puffs.
He raised his head slightly, looked at the red sun in the west that was about to sink below the horizon with his slender, cold eyes, and then took steps towards the west without a trace of fireworks.
Take your time, take a leisurely stroll, and it seems that no crazy and bloody fight just broke out.
No one could tell that this young man, who was pale and covered in blood, was also injured: two bags were smashed out of his head; the shoulder was still sore after being hit; and his forehead was scratched.
There was still blood oozing from the two layers of skin; a small piece of flesh was cut off from the little finger of his left hand; there was pain all over his back, legs, and arms.
It's just that Chen Chaojiang didn't care about the pain at all. For a person who doesn't even care about his own life and body once he gets angry and takes action, what does pain mean?
A young man in his twenties drove out of his home on a motorcycle, caught up with Chen Chaojiang and braked.
Chen Chaojiang looked at the other party with an indifferent expression.
"Brother, get in the car! Where are you going? I'll see you there!"
Chen Chaojiang did not move, but stared at the other party with his slender, cold eyes.
"The police will be here soon, why don't you let people arrest you while you are walking?" The young man reminded Chen Chaojiang with a smile, which made Chen Chaojiang's eyes palpitate.
Although Chen Chaojiang's expression was cold and it was hard to tell what he was thinking, he did not hesitate. As if this was normal, he stepped sideways onto the motorcycle.
The motorcycle sped westward.
Behind, on the New Taipei Ring Road outside Shilipu Village, there was a loud crackling sound of firecrackers. Dozens of firecrackers were lit almost at the same time, smoke was rising, and red debris was flying. I witnessed the previous scene with my own eyes.
The villagers who saw the scene were filled with joy and great joy. God opened their eyes!
At the entrance of "Deqiang Hotel", the village party secretary and village chief, as well as the village party secretary's family, and a few injured gangsters, all stood there in a daze, watching the villagers light up firecrackers with great joy.
Some villagers in the village who heard the news also hurried over one after another, wanting to see what the man who killed the Ten Tigers of Cizhou and the son of the village party secretary with a Lu string of daggers looked like? Did he have any money?
Teeth, is he eight feet tall, with the head of a leopard and rings of eyes?
Suddenly, the middle-aged man who was the first to tell his son to buy firecrackers turned to look at the few people standing at the door of "Deqiang Hotel", then turned back to the door of the courtyard, picked up an old shovel, and shouted: "Mother."
Yes, smashed his *** hotel!"
Taking the lead, the uncle showed no fear and rushed over with a shovel.
Then, countless roars erupted from the crowd, and the good men picked up spades, picked up bricks, and carried sticks. They rushed to the "Dejian Hotel" in a swarm.