Although Yan Guangtou claimed to be a "big man", he acted roughly and delicately.

But this mutation was unexpected by everyone.

The old-fashioned roof was already unstable, so he was frightened. He was frightened. His first reaction was that he instinctively threw away the tiles in his hand, but under his feet there was a mix of garlic and fell directly on his back.

Fu Pei was the first to detect the danger and rescued him as soon as possible.

He should have used the most effective method, but he used the wrong object.

He hooked the toes of his two feet against the ridge, threw himself down, and grabbed Yan Fengwei.

He could catch anyone else, but he ignored one thing: Yan Fengwei was a bald guy...

I just watched helplessly, his palm rubbed against Yan Fengwei's bare forehead, and his fingertips left four blood marks on the bald head...

"Take care of my Ah Zhen..."

This is Yan Fengwei's last call.

However, Fu Pei did not give up on his rescue. He missed the attack and even supported the eaves with one hand. He turned over and then fell down.

From my perspective, after the two of them left my sight, they could no longer see the situation below.

In fact, I have also had a premonition of an unprecedented crisis.

If you don’t care about anything else, you will be able to escape with your own reaction ability.

So, he gritted his teeth and went the other way. He jumped up from the ridge of the room and fell heavily towards the tiles that were uncovered by Yan Guangtou.

My original intention was to smash the relatively fragile roof through with my own weight.

In that way, no matter what is below, I can cause a relatively serious blow to it at the first time.

However, before I could reach the end, the roof tiles under me suddenly seemed to be broken and scattered by a huge impact force emitted from the inside.

I cannot stop my whereabouts, nor can I change any actions to protect myself.

But the bottom-up momentum is straight and decisive.

The front of my right foot suddenly felt the support of the physical object. The next second, I was already in mid-air by the continuous impact of this object.

"Lord!"

"Lord!"

"Lord!"

"Brother, be careful! Protect your head!"

Several screams rang out at the same time, and I also saw the situation clearly in a short time.

With a low eye, what flew out of the broken thatched building turned out to be a "person" wearing a bright red printed satin mourning dress with several layers of yellow paper on his face!

This "man" is as thin as firewood, and his large red shroud was moving like paper.

At this moment, I stepped on the monster's head and continued to rise by the impact.

However, seeing the other person's appearance clearly, my heart had really sunk to the bottom.

There is no record of this evil spirit in the Hundred Ghosts.

But in the memory that Xu Bichan sent to me, there is such an existence that ordinary things are difficult to hurt and even ordinary Taoist priests in the Three Pure Land.

In the message Xu Bichan sent me, this thing is called - the promotion of the official position!

Throughout history, all men with some ambitions have never dreamed of entering the career of the officialdom and being promoted step by step.

However, this promotion is not what ordinary people know.

This "adding official position" refers to-

A newly dying person is unaware of the situation, a coward, and a wrongful person, but he is just about to be happy before he dies.

Dahong added her body to celebrate the great joy. However, when she was overjoyed, she suffered great sorrow and misfortune.

The way of death is extremely painful.

"Additional promotion" is not an increase in the title, but an ancient torture - post-appointment.

Layers of soaked yellow paper are pasted on the faces of living people.

Because I was unwilling to accept it, I could still use facial movements to break the yellow paper.

But as the yellow paper is stacked, the person who is tortured will be suffocated to death when he is awake!

Even if no one has experienced and told me about that kind of pain, I think the degree of pain must be more heartbroken than other ways of death.

Just when I was extremely frightened, a strange man's voice suddenly came from below:

"Lou Er, who is this person?"

"The person who must be saved!" Lou Ahyou's response was almost synchronized with the problem.

The next second, I heard the slightly tender man shouting loudly:

"Bend your right foot, push your left foot forward, bend your lumbar spine backward!"

I have almost lost my instinctive judgment and immediately did whatever I could.

It was at this time that I felt that the pinch force pedaling under my right foot had decreased.

And the man's voice came again at this moment, and he only shouted one word: "Flip!"

I swear, I absolutely did not understand any of the meanings contained in this word.

However, when I heard this word, my waist suddenly seemed to be hit by some kind of real object coming from the sky.

It is precisely because of this that I couldn't help but use my right foot to force my left foot forward according to the movement I am currently maintaining. At the same time, my upper body, which was originally leaning forward, suddenly turned backward due to the impact of the side waist.

Just like that, I almost used a difficult movement that only gymnasts can complete, and did a backflip in mid-air that was not so perfect but was stronger than most ordinary people.

As soon as he turned his body straight, his right foot was suddenly shot by the impact object just now.

The instep hurts and the knees are lifted instinctively.

When I lifted it and fell down, I happened to step on the real thing.

This time, I don't need help from others.

With only instinctive reactions, the upper half of the body was trying hard to bend forward.

I could see clearly with my lower eyes that the one I stepped on with my right foot was the back shoulder blade that was "rewarded".

"I want to be promoted to the position? You can continue to do so!"

I was not going crazy or showing off my might, but the huge terrifying impact I brought after the extreme fear that I needed to vent.

The temporary balance and the nearly distorted mentality caused me to take the next step.

With one leg bent, heavier and heavy pressure, all the left hand Ruyi rings popped up, and he was only concerned about his head and mindless to greet the parts that could be injured in the back of the shoulders of the neck and the shoulders...

"Bang!"

"Add to the title" finally landed, dust, mud, dirty water splashed, and I could no longer stand steadily and leaned forward and fell.

A pair of big hands held my shoulders and held me up.

As I raised my face, I saw Yan Guangtou's eyes filled with tears, looking at me "feelingly".

"Brother... you are really not an ordinary person."

After hearing what he said for a while, I pushed him away and stood up straight, and my calves couldn't stop shaking.

"Add to the title" was still lying on the ground, motionless.

Looking around, there was one more person besides Yan Fengwei, Fu Pei, Lou Age and Qi Gu.

If you look closely, this person will never be over seventeen or eighteen years old.

One hand clenched his fist, as if he was pinching something.

In the other hand, he was carrying a wooden tree as a bracket and a slingshot tied with a leather strip...
Chapter completed!