Golden Eyes stepped forward to check, and saw that his face was as pale as paper, his lips were blue, and his pupils gradually expanded. When he looked down, he saw a wound deep within the bones of the man's ribs turned outward, and his flesh was constantly bleeding. Golden Eyes were experienced. He looked at it and shook his head and sighed in a low voice: "This person can't live." Jiang Sen felt a chill in his neck. When he turned his head, he saw Ah Shui burst into tears and dripped on his neck. He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Why are you crying? Do men cry? Do you cry?"

Xie Wendong felt A Shui's feelings, and watched the brother who was born like a dead person with him slowly die and he was powerless. He couldn't just bear it. He raised his eyes and looked at the pursuers behind him. A figure could be vaguely shaking in the hazy black. He patted A Shui's shoulder and squinted his eyes and said, "Remember the hatred in your heart, remember, hatred will definitely be hugged, I will be with you."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy!" A sudden shout came from the grass, and then a flash of sword light stabbed Xie Wendong. No one expected that there was an enemy hidden in the grass that was close to the point, and he was extremely calm. When everyone's attention was focused on A Shui and his dead brother, they launched an attack. The knife was as fast as a meteor, and the person's words did not come. The knife arrived first. Xie Wendong was a human or a god. He did not expect that there was an enemy hidden in the grass. When he saw the blade clearly, he still came in front of him and wanted to hide, without even a chance. The tip of the knife was not right and stabbed in his heart. Xie Wendong was as if he was hit by a train. His body was backed a few meters away, and his chest was stuffy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The person who attacked the sneak attack was the bald man who was shot by a golden eye at the beginning and ran away. He stabbed Xie Wendong with a knife, which was also quite unexpected. Because he did not feel the pleasure of the knife as flesh, it was like stabbing on a ball of cotton, soft and nowhere to focus. Bulletproof vest! The bald man reacted very quickly and immediately realized that Xie Wendong was wearing protective clothes. He sighed inwardly, then he pulled away and ran away. Xie Wendong's mouth was bleeding. Seeing that the bald man was about to leave, he hurriedly shouted: "You can't let him run away!"

Xie Wendong's words finally woke the others up from the shock. The incident happened too quickly and everyone had not reacted for a while. Xie Wendong had been stabbed away by someone.

Jiang Sen, Ren Changfeng and Golden Eyes started almost at the same time, flying towards the bald man who was about to escape. Without seeing the action of drawing the sword, Ren Changfeng's knife tip had already pointed to the back of the bald man. Jiang Sen didn't know when he took off his coat, shouted loudly, and threw it at the bald man. The clothes were like a big net, covering the head and face. The bald man was so amazing that he didn't turn back. He used a backhand knife to cut the flying clothes one by two, but at the same time he used the knife

, the speed of his body was slowed down a little, but this was enough for Ren Changfeng. Tang Dao was like a poisonous snake that spitted his letter, biting the bald head in the heart. Thanks to his reaction, the knife was as strong as flesh, and his body immediately sank forward a few steps and plunged into the grass half a man high. Ren Changfeng didn't think about it, and jumped into the following, but was caught by Jiang Sen, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Dong is important, there are still pursuers behind him!"

"What a pity," Ren Changfeng gritted his teeth and said, "No one stabbed this bastard to death." "There will be a chance in the future!" Jiang Sen's face was so gloomy. They turned around and Xie Wendong was supported by Shui Jing. He bent down and gasped, and blood foam dripped out of his mouth. Jiang Sen stepped forward and asked, "Brother Dong, how about it?"

Xie Wendong raised his head and shouted, "It's okay, I can't die! Seven or eight bullets killed me at the beginning, let alone this knife, I was just worried that this knife made the bald man wary, and it would probably not be so easy to resolve it when he took action again." Jiang Sen and others blushed after hearing this. There were so many people on their side here, and no one was a pretentious master who actually made the enemy feel as if he had entered a nobody's realm and came and went freely. If Xie Wendong had not protected her clothes, he would have died for a long time. Ren Changfeng shook the knife fiercely and said, "Brother Dong, don't worry, the same thing will never happen again in the future. With me, I will not give that 'Bald' a second chance."

Xie Wendong nodded and smiled, saying, "Let's go quickly, the people from Nanhongmen are coming soon." Everyone heard it, but the footsteps became clearer and clearer. This delay made the enemy catch up with a lot of them. Jinyan stepped forward and lowered his body, saying, "Come on, Brother Dong, I'll carry you!" Xie Wendong shook his head and said, "Small injury, no need!" After saying that, he ran out. He is a strong man, and he can do his best to not drag his brother down. Although he is so depressed that he is sitting in a mountain, he still refuses the kindness of Jinyan. What he says is rarely changed. Jinyan understands that Xie Wendong is a human being, and he doesn't say anything else, and follows him closely, be careful, for fear that someone will come out to attack again.

Everyone ran for no reason, but the disciples of Nanhongmen behind him had long been thrown to the ground. After calculating, they had at least seven or eight miles away, but they still didn't see the old ghost's hiding place. Jiang Sen turned his head and asked A Shui on his back, saying, "I said brother, have you remembered the wrong direction."

A Shui barely looked up and looked around, and said in a weak voice: "Let's move forward, it's almost done." "How far is it?" This is the third time A Shui said, "It's almost done." Jiang Sen's patience reached the limit. A Shui smiled bitterly and said, "Just just climb over the winding mountain road in front." After hearing this, Jiang Sen almost climbed on the ground. There was nothing to say, run away!

It was already midnight when I arrived at the old ghost's residence. This place may include the suburbs of the suburbs. There were several bungalows located at the foot of the mountain. The only thing that could be connected to the outside world was a narrow and uneven dirt road. It was said that the villages were idle and small. However, at this time, everyone was happy to see these dilapidated houses than to see the palace. But before everyone could approach, several big men rushed out from both sides of the road, expressionless, holding guns in their hands, and asked coldly: "What are you doing?"

Xie Wendong looked at the few people, and squatted on the ground with his pants. He really had no strength to speak. This long run made his internal organs churn violently like the sea under the strong wind. Jiang Sen stepped forward a few steps and said, "Let's look for the old ghost." The man didn't respond, but asked coldly: "What are you doing?" As he spoke, he slowly raised the gun in his hand.

Before Jiang Sen could speak, A Shui on his back said in a low voice: "Lao Wu, it's me, they are their own people."

When the man heard the sound of his speech, he hurriedly lowered his gun and asked, "Is it Brother Shui?" Jiang Sen said angrily, "That's right, your Brother Shui was seriously injured, and his life might be gone after a while." The man was shocked and went forward to take a closer look. Although Ah Shui had a bloody face, he still recognized him, waved his hand back, and said, "It's Brother Shui! Come up and help a few brothers."

The big men behind lifted A Shui off Jiang Sen's back and ran straight to the bungalows. The big man was obviously much more polite and asked in a low voice: "Brothers, who are you?" Xie Wendong breathed a long sigh, felt a soothing in his chest, slowly stood up, and said softly: "I am Xie Wendong!"

"Ah?" The big man opened his mouth, looked up and down, left and right, and looked at it carefully for a while. After bowing, he bowed and said politely: "It turns out it is Boss Xie. Brothers were really sorry just now." Xie Wendong waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be polite to your own people, I'll look for an old ghost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud roar in front of him: "Brother Xie, I'm saying what's wrong?" Cao Cao said, Cao Cao arrived. The old ghost was dressed in black, with a tall figure and dark figure, and it looked like a blind black bear who had gone down the mountain. He swayed to Xie Wendong and slapped him on the shoulder. The force almost made Xie Wendong sit on the ground. The old ghost panted and asked, "What's wrong? I just received a call from A Shui, saying that you were attacked?"

Xie Wendong narrowed his eyes and stared at the old ghost without saying a word. The old ghost made him feel goosebumps, scratched his hair, and said in confusion: "What...what happened?"

Xie Wendong said coldly: "You know we were attacked, why didn't you come out to respond?" The old ghost rubbed his face into a ball and said aggrievedly: "Why didn't you respond?! I sent three waves of people, but no wave encountered you. I still want to know where you came from?!" Xie Wendong pointed to the hole in the clothes on his chest and said: "It's my fate to be here alive. I think the prestige of the Golden Triangle has already made people scared, but now it seems that I really overestimated you."

This sentence was like a knife stabbing the old ghost in his heart. His face darkened and he said coldly: "Brother, I can ignore anything else, but if you talk about the Golden Triangle, don't blame me for turning against others." Xie Wendong sneered and said: "Haha, it's so majestic! I hope your majestic will be maintained. However, if I guess correctly, your brother may no longer be able to do it now." The old ghost was stunned and asked: "Ashui?" "That's right!" Xie Wendong nodded.

The old ghost didn't care about being angry with Xie Wendong, and ran back to the bungalow like another gust of wind. Xie Wendong and others followed slowly.

As he said, A Shui was really out of reach. Although the knife wounds on his body were not light, they could not kill him. Only a not-so-deep knife wound was injured in the liver, which was fatal. When the old ghost ran back, A Shui had already vented more air and had less air, and his body twitched tremblingly. Many people around him were injected with first aid, and some people injected him with white powder in hopes of alleviating his pain, but this was useless. The old ghost stepped forward and grabbed A Shui's hand and didn't say anything for a long time. He and A Shui belonged to the external relations department of the Golden Triangle. They worked together for many years and had many strong winds and waves. They were like the steel brothers of the brothers, but at this time they were lying on the bed and dying. How could he not make him feel heartbroken?

When A Shui saw the old ghost, his pale face suddenly turned red, and his purple-green lips grinned. His smile seemed to cry in the old ghost's eyes. A Shui forced himself to make a fumbling sound and squeezed out three words from his throat: "Nan...hong...men..." After saying that, his body thrust and froze.

The old ghost was stupid, shook A Shui's body woodenly, and kept calling: "Brother, you can't fall asleep..."

People around him stood up, lowered their heads, silently speaking. One person stepped forward and held A Shui's wide eyes with his hands, took off his clothes and covered him with his face, turned to the old ghost and said, "Brother Gui, A Shui, he is dead." Lao Guimu was stunned for a while before suddenly screaming: "Oh! It hurts so much!" His head hit the bed board and cried bitterly. Xie Wendong outside the door didn't want to come soon, but he felt uncomfortable when he saw Lao Geng's appearance. He came behind him and patted his shoulder and said, "What's the use of crying when everyone is dead?!"

The old ghost said in a lost voice: "This is my brother, a brother who is born like a death together!" Xie Wendong sighed and narrowed his eyes and said: "What will the living people do for the dead after all." The old ghost paused his feet, jumped up suddenly, stared at Xie Wendong wide, and shouted: "Who is it? Who did it?" What A Shui said before his death just now was low, and he was extremely distressed, so he didn't hear it clearly. Xie Wendong didn't say anything, so he just gave Jiang Sen a wink. The latter was so smart that he had been with Xie Wendong for many years, so how could he not understand his mind. He quietly exited the room and found the only person who survived in the hands of the person A Shui. The man's injuries were not light, and he was stabbed twice behind his back. As long as his body moved, the white bones under his skin could be vaguely visible. The two men were bandaging him skillfully. Jiang Sen looked at him and said lightly: "You can't die."

The man was inexplicably told by him, and his eyes showed confusion. Jiang Sen continued, "Although you can't die, Ah Shui is dead."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue. The man stood up, opened his eyes wide and asked, "What did you say?" Jiang Sen sighed and said, "Ashui is dead."

"Brother Shui!" The man roared and rushed into the room. It would be better for him to see the old ghost by himself than to ask him to see the old ghost by himself. The longer he followed Xie Wendong, Jiang Sen's scheming became deeper and deeper. The man knocked open the door with a "light" and rushed in. At first glance, he saw A Shui lying on the bed covered in blood. His heart suddenly became a ball, his nose felt sore, and he burst into tears. The old ghost was immediately shifted from Xie Wendong by his fuss. It would be better if he didn't cry. This cried even more upset him. How high was the corner of his eyebrows, he raised his legs and kicked the man over, stepped forward and grabbed his neck, gritted his teeth and asked, "Who made A Shui like this? Who is the fuck?"

The man was startled by the old ghost's expression and cried suddenly. Mu Dai said: "Nanhongmen! It's... it was done by Nanhongmen." {Piaotian Wenxue Thanks to all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}
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