Ghost Blowing Lamp II

Chapter 54 Mind Reading

The long knife stabbed by the old sheepskin on the root of the tree cut my shoulder and pressed down. I half sat on the ground and leaned against the tree hole with my back. Ding Sitian blocked me in front of me. In my haste, I had to hold it with one hand. Dao Feng, with one hand across Ding Sitian, went to support Lao Yangpi's hands holding the knife, but this was a futile move, Kangxi Baodao was pressed down little by little.

Ding Sitian also wanted to hold the blade for me, so that the two of them could escape from the knife, but firstly, she was not strong enough, and secondly, there was no room for maneuver in this narrow tree hole, and my leg was also caught by Ding Sitian. Tian suppressed it, trying to lift his foot to push Lao Yangpi away, but he couldn't do it.

In the tree hole, there was only the sound of clenching teeth due to tension and excessive force. At this time, the fat man whose face was smeared green by the yellow leather, struggled to get up from the ground. He was wrestling with blood, his eyes were bloodshot immediately, and he had a murderous heart. His Nanfang [-]-type pistol disappeared somewhere. When he got up from the ground, he happened to touch Lao Yangpi's shotgun , copied it with ease, aimed at the heartbroken old sheepskin, and was about to hit him.

When Ding Sitian saw that the fat man was about to kill, he probably wanted to make a sound to stop him, but at this moment, he was under the sharp blade, covered in blood, his throat was so tense that his throat was stiff, and Kongzi opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound. The huge mental pressure finally exceeded what she could bear, and she fainted to the ground with darkness in front of her eyes.

And I was also extremely anxious at this moment, knowing that the fat man could just throw himself on Lao Yangpi to ease our predicament, and wanted to stop it, but I was in the same situation as Ding Sitian, and I used all my strength to block the pressure on my shoulders. Holding a long knife, the body can no longer feel pain at all, the whole body is in a state of collapse at the touch of a touch, the nerves are stretched to the limit, and the mouth can't be controlled when I want to speak, and I can't utter any sound except gritting my teeth.

Lao Yangpi has completely turned into a mindless walking dead, but the two old yellow-skinned men who have become smart saw Fatty's actions, their eyes were brightened, and Lao Yangpi seemed to have received some kind of induction, just as Fatty just lifted it up. While hunting the gun, he suddenly drew the knife back to cut, with a "click", a cold light flashed, and the muzzle of the gun in the fat man's hand was cut off in unison.

Seeing that the shotgun was broken, the fat man uttered a cry and threw himself on Lao Yangpi. Lao Yangpi cut off the shotgun with the Kangxi treasured knife, and with all his strength, the long knife fell into the side tree root, and it was difficult to pull it out in a hurry. As soon as he fell to the ground, he opened his mouth and bit the side of the fat man's neck, and immediately tore off a piece of flesh. The fat man relied on his thick flesh and thick neck, and the more blood he saw, the harder his hands became, and he held down the old sheepskin. People twisted into a ball.

Fatty usually rolls with others, and has never met an opponent, because basically there are very few people in the same weight as him. I remember that when I was a child, Fatty didn’t have such a thick body like now, and no one ever called him "Fatty" or "Little" Fat", when he was in the first grade of primary school, he got nephritis. At that time, the treatment of nephritis in the hospital relied entirely on taking medicine, not even injections. After taking the medicine for nephritis, his disease was cured. I lost weight, but my body became fat immediately, but "fat" was definitely a good phenomenon in those days. I never heard of anyone trying to lose weight at that time. Being fat means being rich and being healthy. At that time, girls also wanted to marry fat People, unlike the current trend of "poor, fat, rich and thin", and fat people have gained a lot of benefits since they became fat. After gaining weight, he increased his weight, caught anyone who bullied him, and beat anyone who didn't like him. His unique skill, the human body pressurizer, knocked the opponent down, and then he stretched his limbs from top to bottom. When it was smashed down, the children of all grades in the surrounding schools changed their expressions.

But although the fat man relied on his physical strength and bloody vigor, he couldn't control Lao Yangpi for a while. Lao Yangpi had lost his mind and his eyes were dull. Like a mad dog, he opened his mouth and bit the iron Like pincers, as long as he grabs it, he will not let go, and the nails are deeply buried in the flesh.

I almost became a ghost under the knife just now. The knife wound on my shoulder was not serious, but I still feel it. It shouldn’t hurt my bones. Lao Yangpi’s knife was a bit of a breather, so he quickly pulled a piece of his clothes to tie up the bleeding. At this time, I saw the fat man and Lao Yangpi entangled in one place, and they were really fighting for their lives. If they continue to smash like this, they will definitely die, and Lao Yangpi is insane. If something happens, the fat man accidentally injures him His life must not be accounted for when he goes back.

Of course, all of this is caused by those two old yellow-skinned boys. Old Yangpi just fainted from the fall and became a tool for them to kill people with a knife, but it is difficult to think of a way to deal with the yellow-skinned boys who can read people's hearts. , so I was ready to do it, helping the fat man hold down the old sheepskin, and tie him up first.

I took a step forward, and as soon as I stretched out my arms to the old sheepskin, I felt the scalp on the temples on the side of my face tighten, and someone pulled my hair from behind. Human hair grows in a spiral on the top of the head, on the back of the head and on the sides. Hair has its own growth direction. It’s okay to pull along the flow of hair growth, but I was lying on the ground and leaning forward. The hand stretched out from behind grabbed my hair and pulled it upwards. I tore it off, and this handful of hair made my heart ache.

I don't need to look back to know who is pulling my hair. It must be Ding Sitian who just passed out on the ground. The details of this sorcery are just reasonable. It can only control people in a coma. It seems to be similar to the folk corpse control technique. Before liberation, there were similar witchcraft behaviors. People in the sleep state would not be controlled by them, but could be taken away by them directly. It is probably because the samadhi and real fire of the human body are all extinguished in the state of coma. Because the three real fires on the head and shoulders are weak in sleep, the "Huang Xiangu" we met in the Wong Tai Sin Temple is completely different from this pair of white old yellow skins. There are no weaknesses to look for.

Now our every move is all predicted by the yellow skin in advance, and there is no way to hurt their hairs, and two of the four of us have lost their minds, and almost everyone is injured. It is only a matter of time before someone dies, no matter what No matter how hard I struggled, the ones who bleed were all my own companions, and there was no chance of winning. Thinking of these inevitably plunged me into deep despair and fear, and I even lost the confidence to continue resisting.

But this thought was quickly dispelled by the pain. The more I hurt my body, the more hatred I felt in my heart. I decided to fight to the end. I felt a burning pain in my head from Ding Sitian, and I didn't have time to break her hand, so I had to Taking advantage of the trend, she turned her head sideways in order to relieve the pain of the scalp. As soon as she turned her head sideways, a cold metal sensation suddenly came from her temples. Picking it up, I tilted my head to the side, and the temple was just right by the muzzle of the gun she pressed down.

My heart tightened. I never imagined that my fathers and fathers won the eight-year war of resistance, and finally won the victory. It is now. Seeing that the world revolution is about to succeed, I was beaten to death by the Japanese-manufactured Nanfang Fourteenth Style, and it was me. Ding Sitian, his close comrade-in-arms, shot him. This method of death is really useless and tragic. It always kills you unawares, and always develops in the direction you least expect. At that moment, I asked myself whether this Is it fate?

From the cold and hard muzzle of the gun being poked on the temple to the sound of pulling the trigger, this moment is actually only a second or two, but to me, it is a strangely long torment, time and chaos in my mind Thoughts seemed to be slowed down invisible, turning into red slow-motion pictures frame by frame.

The surrounding sounds seemed to have stopped in the hearing, and only the sound of the trigger of the bastard box was left in the ears. After waiting for a long time like death, even this sound disappeared suddenly. It was designed as a pistol, but the "Southern Fourteenth Type" was inherently deficient in its structure. In addition, it was thrown heavily by the fat man just now, and it got stuck at this life-threatening moment.

The bastard box is recognized as a suicide gun, because a gun jammed on the battlefield is tantamount to suicide, but the gun jammed against my temple is equivalent to saving my life. I didn’t have time to be afraid just now, and I don’t have time to worry about it now. Fortunately, I raised my hand and grabbed the muzzle of the gun, trying to tear Ding Sitian down from behind.

Unexpectedly, Ding Sitian punched my shoulder wound hard from behind. My wound was wrapped up with clothes in a hurry just now, but it couldn't stop the bleeding at all. She hit me from behind, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow immediately. Blood leaked out of the skirt, staining the entire shoulder red.

The fat man over there just happened to be pressing Lao Yangpi, and Lao Yangpi was still biting a piece of fat man's flesh in his mouth. There was already blood all over his body, like a pig that had just been slaughtered, and no one could see whose face clearly. This situation seemed extremely terrifying.

The two yellow skins in the corner of the tree hole stretched out their limbs and climbed to the top of the hole along the roots. Apparently they were worried that the bloody fight in the hole would affect them, so they hid as far as possible and stuck to the old tree. On the dry tree bark, I turned my head and stared at it gloatingly, with a strange and vicious green light in my eyes. As soon as the light was taken, the feeling of being physically and mentally exhausted spread through every nerve again.

I dare not look into that Huang Pizi's eyes again, but I have already scolded Huang Pizi's ancestors for eight generations in my heart. Now that the blood is not stopping, I gradually feel powerless. If this crisis is not resolved as soon as possible, there will be no survivors. I have always believed that Huangpizi's soul-hunting and mind-reading skills interfere with people's hearts through their eyes. As long as they try to make their eyes lose their sight, we can get out of the current predicament.

I took a chance, grabbed a handful of sand on the ground, and threw it at the pair of yellow leathers. A white shadow flickered on the tree hole. The yellow leathers had already avoided it, and the sand was blown away, but I didn't. I hope that a handful of sand will work, but I just hope to take the opportunity to disrupt their actions so that the fat man and I can free up our hands to deal with them. Although these two old yellow-skinned people can judge human actions in advance, the terrain in this tree hole is narrow. If Fatty and I do it at the same time, we may have a chance to catch them by using the terrain.

The two cunning yellow-skinned animals seemed to have seen through my thoughts, and approached me mockingly, and I cursed in my heart: "Flat-haired beasts, you are too deceptive." No matter how concealed the movement is, it will only miss the air, so I have to ignore it.

At this time, the fat man had already tied Lao Yangpi's hands backwards with his trouser belt. Seeing that I was holding Ding Sitian down, he wanted to come over to help him, but as soon as he got up, Lao Yangpi who was tied behind him also stood up suddenly, with a head hammer Hitting the fat man's abdomen, the fat man was caught off guard. Don't look at Lao Yangpi, a skinny old man, but lost his mind. I don't know where he got so much energy. Even if there are two or three young men, they may not be able to hold him down. .

This head was hit hard, and the fat man was thrown backwards by him, and then his back hit the inner wall of the tree trunk hard, as if a wall fell down, shaking the tree hole for a while, stuck The Guanyin vine at the entrance of the cave also fell down again. There was only half of the old hollow tree on the edge of the hole, and the gap between the old tree and the ancient vine widened again, and the visibility at the bottom of the cave also improved a lot. There are many hard thorns on the body, even the yellow skin like a cat can't climb out, they are still in a narrow space that is almost closed with us.

In this chaos, I suddenly found that as the light in the tree hole became brighter and brighter, the two yellow-skinned children seemed to be greatly frightened, and quickly slipped into the still dark corner, but Their will-o'-the-wisp eyes are already much darker, and they are no longer so creepy.

My heart suddenly brightened. It turned out that the pair of old yellow skins are afraid of light. The stronger the light, the darker the will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes. Ding Sitian, who was held down by me, gradually became quiet. Pizi's ability to control the heart and soul has weakened, and my hands and feet are getting weaker and weaker, but I know that this golden opportunity is like a life-saving, if I don't take this opportunity to slaughter this pair of flat-haired beasts, I am afraid that I will never live in peace forever.

When I thought of this, I didn't care about the blood flow, I raised my hand and grabbed the long knife cut on the root of the tree, and was about to pull out the knife with all my strength to kill the pair of old yellow skins cleanly, but in the blink of an eye After a while, the two yellow leathers in front of him disappeared without a trace, and the Guanyin vine on the top of the head fell again, this time it completely blocked the gap where the light leaked, and the tree hole was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

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