When the brilliance of the sun gradually dimmed and the light of the rising moon was weak, it could only illuminate the courtyard.

Fan Mianmei, who was lying in the firewood door, was immersed in confusion. His upper body was leaning on the firewood pile, and he could not move. Only his double eyelids gradually opened with difficulty in the dried sweat.

His injuries were serious.

The wound on his shoulder, the loss of blood and the torture of internal injuries made him feel as weak as a newly built paper man.

But fortunately, those people didn't seem to have the idea of ​​​​killing him directly. Although the closed acupoints restricted movement, they also curbed the blood loss again. The foundation of a first-class master allowed him to maintain this extreme weakness, but

And it will never be a direct life-threatening situation.

"I am the only living survivor in their hands now. Since they have not killed me directly, they must find a way to transfer me to the Ministry of Punishment, but in the process, someone will definitely come to save me..."

Fan Mianmei was thinking silently in his mind.

After all, the weight of a first-rate master cannot be compared to that of peripheral disciples.

Although the twenty-four guardians of Huo Luo Dao are all first-class masters, in fact, after entering the Central Plains, there have been several guardians, and even one of them has lost their honor. Their positions have been empty for several years, and they have not been able to teach again.

Select people to fill in the gaps.

It wasn't until Qiu Ruzui joined Huo Luo Tao and worked her way up to the position of Eastern Envoy, and absorbed many talents into the sect. Only recently, all the vacancies in the twenty-four guardians were filled.

And even if an arm is broken, Fan Mianmei's understanding of the realm of a first-class master is still there. As long as he takes a good rest and recuperates, it is no problem to return to 80% of his peak combat power.

Huo Luo Dao will not give up a protector so easily. Of course, the premise is to keep the internal secrets of Huo Luo Dao.

Whether it was due to emotion or rationality, Fan Mianmei firmly believed that with the confidence to protect his life, he had enough energy to think about other things.

Think about the smooth sailing you enjoyed in the past, the delicacies, silks, treasures for others to enjoy, the beauties served extravagantly, the joy of wanton plunder, and the enemies you defeated and deliberately humiliated.

Those memories can make Fan Poi's mood easier.

He often thought about the person who defeated him, but as soon as that face appeared in his mind, he forced himself not to continue thinking about it.

The existence of Guan Luoyang will only remind him of pain and anger. If he looks forward to the future now and expects to come back and take revenge after he is rescued, it would be a bit self-deceiving and ridiculous.

Fan Meili doesn't want to suffer, nor does he want to be reduced to a ridiculous person. No matter the former or the latter, they are just like pawns in the world. They will not live long and cannot allow themselves to have this tendency.

Let’s wait until we are rescued to tell what will happen after we are rescued. Let’s wait for the facts to prove it.

Fan Mianmei was slowly reminiscing when he heard a small sound.

His eyes glanced over involuntarily. From the firewood pile on the right, a mouse quickly came out, as if it sensed the presence of someone here. He paused and turned his head midway, and then, as if frightened, he walked towards the door at a faster speed.

Fleeed over.

The Taoist temple was poor, and the door of the woodshed was actually several boards put together with a gap visible to the naked eye in the middle. There was also a distance of about a knuckle between the lower edge of the door panel and the threshold.

The dirty gray-haired mouse got out of there easily.

Fan Miao was filled with hatred and couldn't help thinking: I was actually allowed to stay with a mouse...

Before he could figure out why, the gap under the door panel was blocked by a small piece of pale color.

It seemed like something white was squeezing through the gap from the outside. It squeezed several times and hit the threshold.

Is it that rat? Is it something that the rat bit?

Snap!

Two fingers were hooked on the threshold.

The weak Fan Wei's perception ability was greatly reduced. He didn't realize what it was at first. When he saw the two fingers, his heart trembled slightly, but he quickly realized it and became furious.

"That's my hand! That dead rat actually dared to bite my hand..."

Bang, with anger, he bit off half of his back molar, and held it in his mouth along with the blood on the tooth. He just waited for the gray-haired mouse to come in again and spit out the half of the tooth.

He was beaten to death.

Even if the acupuncture points are sealed and only a weak breath is left, it is nothing to people in the martial arts world, but it is still more than enough to kill a mouse.

Fan Mianwei looked at the short, fat and pale palm fiercely, squeezing in through the crack in the door, then his wrist, and the whole arm wanted to squeeze in through the crack in the door.

That mouse is really greedy and very strong. I'm afraid it's not just one, but several mice together, to be able to carry this arm and hit the crack of the door again and again.

The wood door rattled as it was hit, and the pale palm that had been inserted into the door swayed again and again, and its five fingers moved wildly.

Um?!

Fan Pui suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why didn't the fingers seem to be shaking feebly? Instead, it seemed that the fingers were clawing at the ground hard, and several fingers were thrust forward in turn, causing the wrist and broken arm at the back to squeeze through the cracks in the door again and again, trying to push in.

?!

what happened!?

A small piece of the door panel with several small holes was knocked off, and the pale fingers ran quickly, and the entire broken arm broke in.

The cold wind at night chased the broken arm through the doorway and blew into the room. Fan's pitiful face suddenly turned pale.

He saw his arm running around the ground like a headless mouse. The broken arm left traces of friction on the dirty ground.

The Adam's apple slipped, and Fan Mianmei unknowingly swallowed all the blood in his mouth and the broken tooth, and burst out laughing.

"Really, it's true that Qi can control objects, or it's an illusion. I want to use this method..."

The dry words stopped abruptly.

The pale fingers crawled onto Fan Pianmei's body, from his calves to his knees. Every time he touched his fingers, there was a slight feeling that came through the fabric of his clothes.

The palm climbed up from the right crotch to the lower abdomen, grabbing the circles of fat stacked up between the abdomen, and the broken arm also came up, moving with the coldness of a dead body.

Fan Mianmei felt that the thing had crawled to the wound on his right shoulder, and he even lifted up a finger and tapped the wound.

Except for his eyes and mouth, he couldn't move his whole body, and he couldn't turn his neck. He could only rely on his feelings and the incomplete scene in front of him, half-guessing and half-guessing.

The cold wind whistled through the doorway, and the palm crawled along the wound several times, and the broken arm touched Fan's poor neck and chin, and then fell down again.

Fan's pitiful pupils shrank suddenly, and the breath in his nose suddenly stopped.

This was originally a part of me, but now it brought an unparalleled foreign body feeling.

The finger kept moving around the wound, even trying to get in...Drill! Drill in!!!

Fan Ke's hair was all arched up. If it weren't for the hair crown pressing down, every hair would probably explode.

He couldn't figure out how the thing got in, but he really felt like something got in.

The cold feeling is divided into five, six, or many strands, swimming under the skin like nematodes.

"Ho ho ho..."

Fan's poor senses were overwhelmed by panic and a strange sense of emptiness, time became sluggish, and his throat made a strange sound of short airflow.

"Help, help!"

He didn't know how long he spent, but he seemed to have seen countless strange things that looked like hallucinations.

A smiling face opened on the palm of the broken arm? The dry hand bones wrapped in a sleeve fell off? The flesh and blood on the bones turned into gray cocoons? There was something crawling inside the dense cocoons?

It's about to break and it's about to grow out.

"Get out! Get out, help, is someone here?"

Separated by a wall.

Inside the yard.

Guan Luoyang looked at Anfeiyu. Anfeiyu looked into Chaimen through the crack in the door. He was still several meters away from the door.

"What...did you do?"

"A little trick." Amphibian said, "Inspiration from the images of the enemy team, plus a little bit of my own ideas, well, a little bit."

He pinched the index finger and thumb of his right hand to indicate that the index finger should be extended a little more.

"A broken arm can be considered an inanimate body. After learning the method of mind, I have been able to temporarily activate it. The effect of this activation is very weak and cannot be used for fighting at all. However, people always have some feelings about parts of their bodies.

With a special feeling, you can use this as a medium to write some articles."

Guan Luoyang was confused: "Then if you ask him something now, he will tell you?"

"Don't worry, this is still the beginning."

Anfeiyu showed a confident look and said, "According to your past experience and what Chen Shouzheng said, the first-class masters here are not so easy to handle. Although the psychological and spiritual strength may not be directly linked, but only now

At this level, it’s not enough to defeat him…”

He touched his beard, with a subtle look of expectation on his face, "In fact, generally speaking, if the experience is similar and the strength is similar, the psychological endurance of evil people is weaker. After all, adhering to justice and kindness is better than indulging desires.

It is much harder to do evil."

"What we should be thankful for is that this person happens to be the kind of heinous bastard, but he has not yet reached the level of lunacy that even distorts the three concepts. Hahaha, I have arranged several scenes for these plots. I don't know who he is.

How long can I last?"

Guan Luoyang also had a strange look on his face. He glanced inside the chaimen and whispered: "May I ask, what did you do before?"

The smile on Anfeiyu's face faded a little: "Oh, a third-rate horror film director."

Guan Luoyang didn't believe it: "Your business level is still third-rate, or is the film and television industry in your hometown so developed?"
To be continued...