Cheng Zhijun was competing with the three men. When he heard the gunshots, he first caught a glimpse of a man lying back and lying on the ground. There was a dark gun hole on his forehead, and his eyes were staring at the sky, as if he didn't know why Han Yan had another move. Blood quickly flowed all over the ground. Han Yan got up from the ground, without any breath, turned his head and rushed up to help.

The middle-aged strong man scolded angrily: "What kind of fucking power is this!"

"Only three very last chances are left!"

Han Yan had already rushed to the front of the three of them at this time. Cheng Zhijun saw him rushing up, kicking the strong man in the chest, and kicking him in front of Han Yan. Han Yan tacitly raised the ocean fire, and the foreign fire head rubbed violently against the earth, causing a spark. But just as his foreign fire head was about to touch the strong man's figure, time suddenly stopped.

In the sky, the raindrops stopped in mid-air.

The air was still, and the blood flowing out of Lao Liu's forehead also gathered on the earth.

All the vast and deserted streets were stopped. It seemed as if someone had pressed the stop button, and the world was frozen into a picture of rainy and cloudy.

Three seconds later, Han Yan walked out of the bungalow with a bunch of snacks and biscuits. He touched the chocolate in his pocket and decided to wait and reward him with a piece of chocolate. He hadn't eaten sweets for a long time. He remembered that there was another twelve-year-old child in the car. Han Yan thought about it and made a decision: If Cheng Wensheng really wanted to eat it, he would give it to the children one-third.

Walking along, Han Yan looked back at the location of his close friend's community: "It seems like there is a Walmart at his doorstep? There is another square near him..."

Suddenly, Han Yan paused. He lowered his head with a weird expression and looked at his flat lower body. After a second, Han Yan coughed and continued to walk forward. His right foot stepped on a small puddle. Han Yan frowned and was planning to pull his foot out of the pond. The next second, he suddenly stopped and avoided sideways.

Bang!

A bullet rubbed Han Yan's cheek and shot straight through the window of the newspaper booth.

"Lao Liu, Lao Jiu, kill him directly!!!"

The drizzle was drizzling, the ground was already wet, and the drizzle fell on the ground and flooded invisibly.

When Han Yan walked out of a row of bungalows, his hair was quickly wet with the same raindrops as fog, and it stuck slightly to his forehead. He first looked up at the gas station facing the road, but he didn't see Cheng Zhijun's figure. Cheng Wensheng disappeared. It was expected that he would go to the gas station to find gasoline together.

Han Yan didn't think too much and walked towards the other side of the road with a bunch of snacks.

There is a newspaper booth over there.

This is an intersection, the gas station is in the northeast corner. It is directly facing the bungalow, and the diagonally opposite the intersection is an abandoned newspaper booth. Very behind is a dilapidated small restaurant, located in the northwest corner of the intersection, and the things inside have long been emptied, and there is no food.

Han Yan walked step by step towards the old newspaper booth, and suddenly, he stepped into a puddle in panic. Han Yan lowered his head with a weird expression, but his eyes fell on his wet shoes, but on some secret part.

Han Yan coughed and continued to walk forward.

After completely crossing the road, Han Yan officially saw the newspaper booth clearly. All the snacks and water sold in the pavilion were plundered, leaving only a few newspapers and magazines that no one wanted. There were several thick stacks of newspapers piled on the shelf, and the words from November 15, 2019 were clearly reflected on the front page. Han Yan glanced at the stack of newspapers and walked around to the rear. He was expected to enter the newspaper booth from the small door and look for a map.

As he walked behind the newspaper booth, his steps calmed slightly and his eyes fell on a burnt bookshelf.

This bookshelves are small bookshelfs placed on the outside of the newsstand. Many newspapers will place a few good-selling magazines, and newspapers are specially placed on the surface of small bookshelfs for passers-by to choose from. This bookshelves were placed on the other side of the newsstand one after another. Han Yan looked at the gas station and the bungalow, but he could not see the bookshelf. It was burned black, and the books already on the top were burned to ashes and fell to the ground.

Xiaoyu fell on the burnt bookshelf, which seemed particularly abrupt compared to the surrounding situation. But Han Yan only glanced at it and then looked away. He calmed down, put his hands in his pocket, and continued to walk into the newspaper booth. Han Yan's figure disappeared in the narrow newspaper booth. But the next moment he had just entered...

Bang!

In the gas station, Cheng Zhijun kicked his feet, snatched the door and rushed to the small restaurant in the northwest corner of the intersection. At the same time, Han Yan's figure rushed out of the newspaper booth and headed straight to the bungalow in the southeast corner. Their movements were too fast and all happened too suddenly. When the giant ocean fire broke through the wall with a thunderous sound, four men hiding behind the bungalow looked at Han Yan in horror, without any feedback.

After a second, the middle-aged strong man in the lead red eyes and said angrily: "Grass! I've fought with you!!!"

Han Yan didn't expect that there would be four sides. He turned his head and dodged a bullet, rolled back, and avoided the fist of the middle-aged strong man. On that wall, Cheng Zhijun had already determined that there was no one in the restaurant. He turned his head and ran towards Han Yan's tilt. At this time, Han Yan had already fought with these four sides.

He moved quickly to dodge a bullet, and then stood firm, then immediately bowed and dodged a flying knife.

Han Yan raised the ocean fire to block his death. The bloody ocean fire head collided with a pitch-black sword, and both of them were three steps behind. A shallow white trace was discovered on the ocean fire. Han Yan looked at the man who was holding the knife with a warning. He found that the other party's eyes were filled with hatred. The next second, the man drew his sword and went up, and Han Yan swung the ocean fire to fight.

The four men were given only three seconds in total. Han Yan avoided their snipers one after another and fought with the man with a knife. When Cheng Zhijun arrived, the middle-aged strong man in charge and a short man rushed out to block Cheng Zhijun.

The strong man shouted: "Lao Jiu, run!!!"

After the words came, the thin man who had previously used to fly to sniper Han Yan turned his head and ran away. Han Yan's eyes sterned and rushed forward to grab him. A long black knife slashed straight at him, blocking his way. Han Yan flipped his palm, and a hot flame flew out of his hand and smashed towards the other party. The man indeed drooped sideways and dodged.

"You don't fucking want to leave!"

Han Yan narrowed his eyes, and the ocean fire and the long black sword collided successively, splashing metal sparks. In just twenty seconds, the two had collided several times. Han Yan found opportunities one after another and used other abilities to attack the man who used the knife. But the man gradually avoided the fire ability, checkmate ability, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

Suddenly, he seized an opportunity and kicked Han Yan's leg from the side. Han Yan had to dodge, and he slashed from the other side with another knife: "Go to death!"

boom!

A huge stone suddenly appeared in front of the man today, and he shattered the stone with one knife. The man opened his eyes in horror. Only then did he discover that Han Yan was deliberately showing a flaw. When he shattered the stone, Han Yan had already rushed out several meters and chased the old nine who escaped.

The man said in surprise: "No, he wants to kill Lao Jiu!"

After hearing this, the middle-aged strong man was shocked and was kicked away by Cheng Zhijun. He did not care about his injuries and chased Han Yan hard. The man holding the knife also chased him. The two tried their best to chase Han Yan, but it was too late. Lao Jiu was angry at the speed, and Han Yan raised the ocean fire and slashed straight at the other side.

At this moment, Han Yan walked out of the bungalow and stepped into the water puddle, and had already gone for fifty-eight seconds.

The middle-aged strong man and the man with a knife saw Han Yan's foreign fire breaking the head of Lao Jiu, and each opened his eyes wide in panic. They roared, "I want to kill you", and Yibi rushed towards Han Yan quickly, and Yibi saw the giant foreign fire slowly smashing towards the old head.

As time ticks, Han Yan's foreign fire also slashed down little by little.

Just as the foreign fire was about to touch Lao Jiu's hair, after Han Yan's death, the middle-aged strong man and the man holding the knife slowly curled the corners of their mouths, revealing a dangerous and expectant smile. Their little eyes burst out with generous light, but the shock and fear on their faces had not completely faded. They seemed to be two strange clowns, with their panic and happy expressions that looked extremely funny.

But just one second after Han Yan's foreign fire was about to smash Lao Jiu's head, the two blinked. When they opened their eyes again, a crisp sound of shattering heads came from their deaths. The middle-aged strong man and the man holding the knife froze together. Lao Jiu, who was still risking his life to escape, stopped and turned his figure rigidly.

The hazy light rain fell from the air. In the middle of the intersection, Han Yan raised the ocean fire and cracked the fourth man's head quietly. In the middle, when the strong man and the man with a knife turned around to save Lao Jiu, Cheng Zhijun followed him directly. Only this man turned around and ran away quickly. No one noticed his actions, and he only ran away for three seconds later.

On a big tree on the side of the road, a drop of raindrops rolled down from the leaves and fell to the ground with a click.

Until now, it's only been a minute.

Han Yan stood in the middle of the intersection, nearly a hundred meters away from the place where he had excavated in the previous second. Even Cheng Zhijun couldn't see how he passed. Han Yan held the ocean fire firmly and continued to breathe. The man who had his head broken by him lay on the ground, blood and white brains flowed out of the back of his head, mixed with the rain, and flowed all over the ground.

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood came out. He trembled all over and looked at Han Yan in disbelief, vomiting blood, and struggling to spit out a sentence from his mouth: "Why... it's me?"

Han Yan continued to breathe. No one noticed that around his pupils, a circle of white light flashed gently. Han Yan raised his first look at Lao Jiu in the distance. In his sight, a strong black dead aura climbed up from the ground and gradually surrounded Lao Jiu's figure. Lao Jiu looked at Han Yan and his dying companions on the ground with a pale expression. Soon, the dead aura completely blocked his face, and Han Yan could no longer see his expression.

Han Yan returned his gaze and looked at the man on the ground. His voice was quiet: "Because, he will not die soon."

The man lying on the ground stared straight, and he didn't know until he died. What is the truth of Han Yan's words?

The next thing became extremely short. After the man died, the other three men ran away in fear. They were very clever and ran away separately. There were three biases in total, and Han Yan and Cheng Zhijun chased one of them. The latter was the bias of the young man running at the gas station. He discovered Cheng Wenyin, who was hiding in the gas station.

The middle-aged strong man's eyes turned and he ran to the gas station. He roared and rushed towards Cheng Wen's voice. At this time, an extremely cold voice sounded after his death.

The voice was spoken loudly, and even across the road, it could reach the middle-aged strong man's ears. He turned his head to look at the newsstand in front of the road, and saw Cheng Zhijun holding Han Yan's hand. Han Yan held a silver pistol and pointed the muzzle at the forehead of the middle-aged strong man.

Han Yan said lightly: "It means that the stars destroy you...checkmate!"

Bang!

A sound of a gun came out, and the bullet penetrated the middle-aged strong man's head and exploded a bloody flower.

A boring thunder came from the sky. The moment the body of the middle-aged man fell, heavy rain poured down. Han Yan didn't expect that the spring rain in the imperial capital would fall so much today or March. He quickly dragged the four-sided bodies into the gas station with Cheng Zhijun, regretting that his body might be wet by the rain.

As soon as Han Yan entered the door, he looked up and saw Cheng Wenyang slapped his mouth wide and looked at him and Cheng Zhijun in panic.

Han Yan was stunned. After thinking about it, he thought that the child suddenly saw so many bodies and was a little frightened. He had heard the sound and saw more bodies? He didn't even feel afraid of the waste wipe game in Jingzhou. Why did he give such a big feedback now?

Han Yan said: "Why should I drag them away?" He thought the child was afraid of these four bodies.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Wensheng swallowed, looked at Han Yan in surprise, and looked at his old age. After a while, he looked back at Han Yan, and said in a generous tone: "What's going on, Brother Tom, what's going on? My brother suddenly rushed out. How do you know that someone was hiding on the surface, and they still know that they were going to kill us? Why should I be the first to kill someone just now? Brother Tom, what's going on? What's going on?!"

Cheng Zhijun was dragging the body of the middle-aged man into the gas station. After hearing Cheng Wensheng's words on the tone of his fan, he raised his eyebrows.

Cheng Wensheng also discovered that his tone seemed too generous. The temperature of the four bodies was not completely cold yet, and it seemed that he was so happy. Cheng Wensheng coughed: "I was just curious about what happened just now. Who... I didn't understand anything, and you two rushed out suddenly and killed four sides. It seemed that they had already hidden us there..."

Cheng Zhijun let go of his hand, and the strong man's body slammed on the ground with a bang. He said calmly: "Ask you Brother Tom."

...Forget it if the child calls Brother Tom, what is your Cheng Zhijun's name?

Han Yan was twitched by Cheng Zhijun's words "Brother Tom". He walked to the first man to be killed, squatted down and searched for a while. Then he raised his head and said, "If I guessed right, this man has a supernatural ability...he can go back to time."

Half an hour ago, Han Yan and the other two arrived at the gas station. Cheng Zhijun got off the car and looked for gasoline. Han Yan decided to go to the bungalow on the road to see: they needed new substances. After officially entering the imperial capital, the food they could find would only be less and less. The three of them currently have extremely low demand for food and water, but not without it. Han Yan will prepare everything in advance, and survive an accident.

"There is definitely a supernatural power to go back to time. They must have gone back to time. Because there is a burnt bookshelves behind the newsstand. The bookshelf was burned black, but on that bookshelves..." Han Yan paused and said, "There is a complete magazine book."

The three of them walked to the street and soon found the burnt bookshelf.

From the status of the four smugglers who had just been hiding, there was no way to see the bookshelf hidden behind the newspaper booth. But you could only bypass the newspaper booth to catch a glimpse of it. The bookshelf was all burnt, almost just a steel rack. There was a yellow magazine on it, without any burnt traces at all.

No matter how you look at this situation, it is strange, and of course it is not broken. Someone is so bored that he burned the bookshelf and then put a magazine on it for no reason.

But that's enough.

In such a vast and deserted place, I suddenly saw a burnt bookshelves with a complete book on it... What age will it be?

Han Yan didn't know what Cheng Zhijun and Cheng Wensheng would think, but he would think that someone was deliberately leaving him with some expression.

Just like many reconnaissance novels, the protagonist went to a certain place and saw something very abnormal. There must be something wrong. When things go wrong, there must be demons. He could not guess the clues left by who left the truth, and what he wanted to say. But he thought of a general idea: "This book may not be put on after the bookshelf was destroyed."

Cheng Wensheng was stunned: "What?"
Chapter completed!