Chapter 88 See the Dagger

"Little third son, what did your uncle do to you?"

Wei Wuyi, the ghost hand, stopped talking endlessly, hit the big cigarette pot in his hand on the edge of the square table, and then wrapped the cigarette purse around the big cigarette pot and put it on the table.

Wei San sat on the bench next to the kang, holding the bowl of bean jelly left by Wei Wuyi in his hand. He was eating deliciously. Suddenly, he heard Wei Wuyi's question, and he almost choked and couldn't help coughing loudly.

Wei Wuyi suddenly understood that the more he thought about things, the more wrong it was. Originally, he didn't want to believe that his nephew would be cruel to him, but now he can't help believing it.

He and Wei San's grandfather, Wei Wushan, are brothers, and because he has practiced child skills, he can't get married again in his life, so he has never been married. In this way, there is only one unique seedling like Wei San in the Wei family.

When he was a child, Wei Wuyi treated this nephew as his own grandson, and almost took out his heart and gave it to him.

If it hadn't been for the closest person, Wei Wuyi's vigilant person would not have lived in the Wei San family, and he was not wary of him at all, but what he didn't expect was that his most trusted and beloved nephew actually betrayed him.

At this moment, Wei Wuyi felt that he was really ridiculous. He was simply the most failed person in the world. There was not only anger but also a trace of sadness in his heart, which made the old man's nose a little sour.

"Uncle, I can't help it. They threatened me and threatened to shoot me." Wei San stood up and retreated to the door of the house with tears on his face. He explained pitifully, "Uncle, don't blame me. I can't help it."

Looking at Wei San, who wanted to escape, the ghost hand old man raised his right hand and finally put it down. With his flying knife stunt, twenty steps have always been a hundred times. As usual, ten Wei San don't have to want to escape.

But he can't do it!

His brother and nephew died early, and there was only one nephew left. If he killed him, his Wei family would be broken.

Wei Wuyi's beard was trembling with anger. He slapped the table heavily and roared out of his throat, "Get out, as far as you can."

Wei Sanru Dream Building rolled and crawled out of the door. As soon as he came to the yard, the first thing he did was to pull his neck and shout with the loudest voice, "Come on, the ghost hand is going to run away."

"Beast!" Wei Wuyi slapped and smashed the purple clay pot on the table. He was going crazy, but now is not the time to find this inverse son to settle accounts. The important thing is to get out quickly.

His hard-working ears for decades have told him that the courtyard is surrounded. Whether it is the door or the back window, it is absolutely a dead end and can't get out at all.

However, he did not intend to steal it from these two places from the beginning, but left a way for himself in advance. He jumped up, smashed the air window on the roof, and then jumped on the roof.

Squatting on the roof, Wei Wuyi glanced around and suddenly said, "These bastards, I really spent a lot of effort this time."

Around the courtyard, there are hundreds of soldiers in casual clothes and security group clothes, especially the back window and outside the door. If you break through from those two places, you will be caught immediately.

When he got up, Wei Wuyi ran away from the roof like a monkey and arrived at the west wing, which was only one distance from the neighbor's wing, that is, four or five meters away.

If you want to change to ordinary people, you can't cross such a wide distance at all, and the street below is full of puppet troops of the security regiment, and jumping is also the result of being caught.

"Hey!" Then with the force of running, the old man Wei Wuyi jumped out as soon as he jumped out, there were several flips in the air, and then fell on the opposite side of the eaves. Then he turned his arms hard and turned over to the roof.

If Chen Feng is here and sees the movements of the ghost Wei Wuyi, he will definitely exclaim a parkour. These actions are very similar to the parkour invented by later generations. They are to make full use of anything useful to climb and jump, which is a challenge to the limit of the human body.

The so-called high and flying eaves and walls in ancient Chinese kung fu is not just a legend. To a large extent, it can be regarded as a kind of parkour, but later generations have been deified and become the effect of flying around.

A big living man suddenly flew over his head, and the puppets immediately blew up the camp. They held their guns and shouted, "Look, look, the ghost hand has escaped."

Huo Dazui, who was standing at the door of the small courtyard, couldn't help but be stunned, and then he scolded angrily, "This old man of Ma Lebazi is really slippery. Chasing me." He was the first to chase out with a gun.

No matter whether the puppet soldiers were arranged near the small courtyard, a battalion of soldiers was scattered near Wei San's house, so they were on guard against Wei Wuyi's escape.

In this way, Wei Wuyi was fleeing on the roof, while the soldiers of the security regiment on the ground shouted and chased after him. The sound of gunfire turned into a pot of porridge, as lively as New Year's firecrackers.

"Dogs, I'm pooh!"

Wei Wuyi fled while spitting. If only these guys came, it was simply delusional to catch himself.

Seeing that it was almost to the edge of the village, Wei Wuyi suddenly stopped and squatted down. The bullets chased the roof tiles that hit his body and flew around, full of gunpowder smoke.

Wei Wuyi was keenly aware that someone was ambushed in the dark, as if he was waiting for himself to be hooked, but he couldn't determine where the danger was for a while, so he had to be cautious.

The soldiers of the security regiment behind him are constantly pouring in, and the back road has been cut off by them. Now what the ghost hand Wei Wuyi has to consider is to escape from that road.

A wrong choice, waiting for himself is definitely a disaster, and he has to be more cautious.

On the hill outside the village, Li Xingdong put his hands in his coat pocket, and his face was cold. He stared at Wei Wuyi on the roof of the village entrance through the shrub in front of him, quietly waiting for him to make a decision.

Behind him, the 20 good hands of the bodyguard battalion were holding box cannons in their hands and waiting. As long as Wei Wuyi fled in their direction, he would definitely stay under the hill.

Because he knows that Wei Wuyi is a good player, Li Xingdong brought elites this time. He is not only good at it, but also good at shooting. He is a sharpshooter in Baifa Baizhong.

He has made up his mind that it is best to catch alive. If not, he will die, saying that he can't let the madman escape from his round-up.

Because this is related to the dignity of Manchukuo, although the current Manchukuo is no longer than the original Qing Dynasty, it is not underestimated. As a remnant of the Qing Dynasty, he has the responsibility to maintain the dignity and face of his ancestors and strangle all provocators.

"Listen to my orders, once Wei Wuyi enters the range, serve me with random guns, hit his legs, and try to catch him alive." After Li Xingdong finished this, he was silent and added, "If the situation is urgent, you can kill it on the spot."

The bodyguards answered in a low voice, and then dispersed and waited vigilantly for the other party to come.

What Li Xingdong didn't expect was that Wei Wuyi hesitated for a moment and finally moved. He jumped off the roof and plunged into the encirclement set up by the devil gendarmerie instead of coming towards him.

According to the fact that there are few people on his side, Wei Wuyi should have rushed to this side, but he rushed to the side of the devil. What's going on?

But now is not the time to think too much. Li Xingdong rose up and rushed to the ghost hand Wei Wuyi. Twenty good hands behind him spread out and surrounded him in a fan shape.

At this time, Wei Wuyi had reached the front of the devil's ambush circle. Seeing that he was about to step on the big net buried on the ground, he suddenly stopped and stopped before entering the trap, which made the hope of the long-awaited devils fail.

"I play these with the old man. You are too young." Wei Wuyi sneered and raised his legs, and the bow that held the big net bounced up. The big net roared up from the ground and fell into the air.

With a strange cry, Wei Wuyi pierced through the net and turned around and ran to the bushes next to him.

The captain of the devil's squadron shouted that it was not good. That was the weak link he had arranged. Unexpectedly, Wei Wuyi felt so sensitive that he found the loophole there at once.

The devils stood up one after another, held up the 38 caps and shouted and chased them. The four wolf dogs were released, barking wildly and chasing them with their legs.

When Wei Wuyi heard the barking of the dog behind him, his face changed a little. With this thing hanging behind him, it was definitely several times more difficult to escape, because even if he hid, he would be smelled out by the other party.

And there is no river near Weijia Village, which makes it impossible for me to hide the smell, and it is difficult to escape the pursuit of wolf dogs.

Wei Wuyi is going to be pissed off by Wei San now. If it weren't for this food that crawls inside and out, how could he get to the current difficult situation?

He rushed left and right in the encirclement of the devils, and almost protruded several times. As a result, he was blocked back by the devils. At this time, the people of the security regiment also arrived, and the encirclement was tighter and constantly compressed.

Wei Wuyi was desperate. He knew that he was afraid that the boat had capsized in the gutter this time, but he was still unwilling and would not give up even if he struggled until the last minute.

Bang-, suddenly a bullet came from the rear and hit the left calf of the ghost hand Wei Wuyi, making him stagger and almost fall to the ground.

Wei Wuyi staggered back a few steps, and then stood firmly with a tree. His face became as pale as snow, and his dry lips trembled with pain.

Wei Wuyi is good at running and jumping, and when his leg is injured, it is equivalent to breaking his wings, so that Wei Wuyi can no longer fly.

After taking a breath, Wei Wuyi just struggled to take a step forward, and there was another gunshot. This time, he hit his right calf, which made him unable to stand any more and knelt on the ground with a bang.

Li Xingdong walked from the hillside behind him. He held the pistol flat in his hand, and the muzzle was still emitting smoke. It seemed that he put the gun.

"Ghost Wei Wuyi, you have committed a crime. Go back and fight a lawsuit with me." Li Xingdong's face was like iron, and he shouted in a cold voice. Twenty bodyguards stood behind him with guns, and he only needed an order to rush up to arrest Wei Wuyi.

Wei Wuyi, who can't fly, is like a toothless tiger, which has lost its threat.

Wei Wuyi barely turned his body around with his hands. He sat on the ground and gasped. He looked at Li Xingdong and others standing opposite him, and then looked at the devils and the soldiers of the security regiment coming up from around. A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, "Oh, I didn't expect that there were so many people for me, an old man. It's really an honor for my old man.

"Stop talking nonsense and pick up this old man's hamstrings." Huo Dazui grinned with a gloomy smile and trembled like a scar centipede on his face.

Behind him, an assistant pulled out a sharp knife and strode to Wei Wuyi. It seemed that he was going to do it.

Wei Wuyi's heart was cold. He knew that once his hamstrings and hamstrings were picked, he would become a waste from then on, and there was no such person as a ghost hand in the world.

"If I had known this, I should have gone with Chen Feng at the beginning. No matter what, he is safer than Wei's three beasts." Wei Wuyi's heart suddenly flashed over the big black-faced man. I don't know why he thought of him at this time.

The boy holding the sharp knife had come to him, bent down and stroked his sleeve, revealing his skinny arm, and then put the tip of the sharp knife against the tendon.

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