480 The Dropped Blood Was Silen

It was very uncomfortable.

"Thank you for your help." Although Zhao Yinghao had always had considerable opinions about his elder brother, after all, he has just saved his life.

"Younger brother, you can take a break. I still have something to do." The tall, thin man smiled at the strong man lying on the ground. "Let's have a talk."

A cold wind blew. In the middle of the forest, a man looked at the fingers that were exposed their bones. His body was shaking like a sieve. It was partially from fear, but mostly because of pain. In the face of such a situation, it was impossible to not be afraid. Most people would fear death, especially a terrible way of death.

"Say it." The tall, thin man took the cotton cloth away from his mouth and spit out a bit of blood. Hey, it's OK man, I like it."

He took a small wooden bottle out of his pocket and opened the lid. A black line came out of the wooden bottle and pierced into his palm. He twitched painfully. His eyes seemed to go straight into his eyelids. The muscles above his palms disappeared rapidly, still visible to the naked eye, leaving only the white bones. There was no trace of flesh and blood.

When it was time to go to the wrist, the tall, thin man quickly dropped something into the wooden bottle. A black line instantly shot from the man's arm and returned to the wooden bottle. Then, he carefully sealed it the bottle.

"Look, what a painful thing. I am a little bit worried!" The man looked at his palm and seemed to be stupid.

"Tell me, where?" the tall, thin man asked.

Within a few minutes, a black shadow entered the mountain village again. It came to an old house that was about to be destroyed several tens of feet away from the two houses. He was very careful.

A sparking star shot in. After the break, he entered and found that it was empty. Not only that, when he entered, something exploded. The sound was not loud, but there was a flash of light, like a little sun. Then, smoke scattered.

The tall, thin man quieted instantly. "Damn!"

There was something in the darkness that was rushing through the air. The tall, thin man rushed to dodge. Fire was splashing as a feather arrow pierced into the wall. Bows and arrows were silent, but the killing effect was strong.

The man retreated. An arrow crossed his neck and scratched the skin, making it bleed. Another sparking star flew out.

"Retreat!" Someone shouted in the darkness.

The tall, thin man retreated and fell into the woods in the distance.

"Injured?" the old man asked.

"It's a trap," the tall, thin man said.

Cough! Cough! The old man coughed a few times. "Go."

"Master, let me try again?" the tall, thin man asked.

"No need, let's go," the old man said.

As they were preparing to leave, they saw a car entering the mountain village.

"Well?" The tall, thin man took out the telescope from the bag. "It seems to be Sun Zhengrong's car."

"Hey?" The old man stopped.

"Are the father and son gathered together?" the tall, thin man asked.

"Then, don't go," the old man said.

New hatred and old hatred could be put an end here.

"What? The master is coming?" The man with facial paralysis hiding in the dark was surprised after receiving the news. He immediately called them to leave, lest their plans would be completely disrupted. He immediately called to let them go.

"It seems that they have already arrived in the village and have handed over Hao," Sun Zhengrong said.

"Yes," Uncle Lin said. "The young master is safe now, but Hao basically lost his ability to act."

"You go and see," Sun Zhengrong said.

"But you…" Uncle Lin didn't finish his words.

"It does not matter. You could use me as a bait," Sun Zhengrong said.

Uncle Lin got down and quickly fell into the darkness.

"Master, it's Lin Sitao," the tall, thin man said.

"So, it is very likely that Sun Zhengrong is sitting in the car?" the old man asked.

"Not necessarily," the tall, thin man said. "There are three cars, so they may be tricking us."Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

"Well, the older you are, the more likely you are afraid of death. So, that is possible." The old man took out a medicinal herb and swallowed it. "Tonight, we'll put an end to it."

The old man went down the mountain and walked steadily. Behind him were his two apprentices.

After a few sparks and a few smoky notes, all the creatures seemed to fall to the ground as if it were some kind of surrender.

"Chaoyang, you go find his son. I want him alive," the old man said.

"Yes, Master," the tall, thin man said.

"Zhao Yinghao, you and me will go down," the old man said.

The three headed down the hill.

"They are coming, young master, you should get going!" A man hurriedly said to Sun Zhengrong's son. 

At this time, it wasn't possible to gamble anymore, so they had to change. Several people in the night rushed out of dilapidated houses and quickly ran in different directions. Since it was dark and not everyone had night vision, they all looked the same size. There was a sigh as a man asked, "OK?"

Many people liked to play the game of cat and mouse. In this case, one party only had three people while the other had at least 15 people. Unfortunately, sometimes quantity did not mean anything.

"Zhao Yinghao, help your brother," the old man said.

They fell to the ground one by one in a blink of an eye. The two brothers paid a dear price since they were injured.

"This is enough to fight!" the old man exclaimed.

In the dark night, light suddenly appeared. It was not a gun but another weapon. Zhao Yinghao was shot. His body bleed, and his back was injured. He quickly changed direction and wrestled with a man, who made him fall to the ground with several ups and downs.

He heard, "Good skills!" as he encountered the tall, thin man. Even at night, he was able to see the person's face had no expression. There was another thing pressed to his ear as he heard these words, a knife.

In the darkness, it was like a lightning bolt.

Him again? What a trouble!

The last time he had encountered him, the man had gotten injured. This time, he was prepared and injured.

"You go first!" A cold voice passed over.

The man with facial paralysis felt an unprecedented crisis. It was like he was being stared at by evil spirits in the dark night.

After several ups and downs in the night, the two people's voices were short-lived. Their fighting speed was extremely fast, but both of them were injured. The man with facial paralysis male was more injured because the tall, thin man's weapon was poisonous.

"How do you feel? Is it a bit numb? Some itching?" The tall, thin man's voice was cold voice.

The middle-aged man did not speak. Instead, he responded with the blade.

"Be faster!" the tall, thin man exclaimed.

At this point, a car was still flying on the road. In fact, the speed of the car had extremely surpassed any speed limits. Fortunately, there weren't many cars traveling on the road at night, especially winter nights because it was cold and the monotony was nearly unbearable.

Cough! Cough! An old man was coughing. "Lin Sitao?"

"I am. Hello, sir," Uncle Lin replied.

"Oh, no need to be so polite," the old man said.

The two old men started their battle in the dark. The masters' duel was only a moment. Lin Sitao fell to the ground, coughing. Blood and water rushed from the corner of his mouth. The old man opposite him was bleeding from his arm.

"I am careless. You will also attack?" The old man said to an unexpected person on the scene.

"Lao Lin?" Sun Zhengrong asked.

"I'm fine, Master." Uncle Lin supported his body and stood up.

Sun Zhengrong was holding a gun. "OK, stop here!"

There were a few muffled sounds and a few flashes. Could someone be faster than bullets? Apparently, the answer was yes, and it was an old man in his 70s.

This time, the person who was coughing was Sun Zhengrong.

"Do you still have this thought?" The old man looked at his palm. It was full of blood holes.

When he hit Sun Zhengrong's body, he felt severe pain. It seemed that the whole palm was pierced. He had been wearing special things, especially on his chest.

"You always said that you will take out my heart to see it. I have been prepared for it," Sun Zhengrong said.

Although he escaped his heart being pulled out, his ribs were broken.

Poof! There was a muffled sound. People hiding in the dark launched an attack. The figure of the old man disappeared instantly. Then, the sound of cockroaches came from the air.

"Withdraw!"