Gao Kuan ran and ran.
He firmly believed that his sister-in-law must be waiting not far from him.
It was dark inside the tomb and the little girl would be scared.
He had to walk faster and faster, but he also clearly realized that he He was almost dying, his body was no longer aware of the pain, his legs and feet were so weak that he was about to fall over, and he could see nothing but darkness.
Tears smeared all over his face, and the wind blew him coldly.
I thought to myself: Even if I die, I will die in the arms of that little girl.
However, the sound of timid drums was ringing in my ears, and the big three-stringed instrument was babbled.
The tune was that when he left Peking three years ago, his younger sister specially asked him to listen to Liu Baoquan's one-on-one performance.
The body swayed to the rhythm of the drum, and the hairy hand behind him got closer and closer, and with a snap, the hairy hand already touched his shoulder.
A punch met his face, his nose bones hurt, blood surged in his throat, and the drum broke.
Liu Baoquan's voice was spinning in his mind, and it just happened to stop at the words "forgetting one's own life and whole rivers and mountains".
The desolation lingers, and the hero is short of breath.
Gao Kuan gritted his teeth, turned around suddenly, and clasped Mike's head with both arms.
The arm that had been shot was drooped, unable to use any strength at all.
He was completely torn off by the hypocritical foreign devil named Mike.
He shouted loudly, grabbed his crippled shoulders, rolled over and fell down.
With another bang, his high and wide tailbone landed on the ground, shaking up a piece of choking dust. .
His body was shaken to pieces, and there was a stinging pain on his back.
He struggled to get up, but when he started to move, he heard another ferocious laugh, and was dragged up by the yellow-haired beast in front of him, and was thrown to the stone wall like a noodle.
His head banged against the stone wall, Being beaten so hard Gao Kuan clenched his fists, leaned against the wall and slowly rubbed himself, blowing out white smoke heavily.
There was no light in his eyes, which were so dark that they only had pupils, which were so bright that they were so bright, just like that, calm and composed.
He looked at the accustomed foreign devil, slowly showed a row of white teeth, and smiled.
Mike's scalp was numb when he saw the little yellow man in front of him, and he shivered for no reason.
The reason was simply because the man's eyes looked too much like a wolf staring at its prey.
As for Gao Kuan, the sound of the big drum and Liu Baoquan's singing echoed in his mind over and over again.
Where is the young Zhou Lang now, and where is the Marquis Lu Wen who is accustomed to fighting now?
He made up his mind, straightened his spine, and approached Mike step by step.
Just ten centimeters in front of Mike, he suddenly jumped and punched.
This punch that quickly pierced the air was like a hero's tragic song, accompanied by the sacrifice of life and forgetfulness.
The whole force hit Mike's left cheek firmly.
Mike's face bounced, and he was shaken back half a step by the oncoming fist.
He touched the place where he was hit, and spit out blood.
He spat out the white hard object and saw something on the ground.
Mike was frightened.
Feeling angry and annoyed, he opened his blue eyes wide, looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, and raised his pistol in a pretentious manner.
Gao Kuan's peripheral vision danced on Mike's hand.
He had known that Mike's pistol was out of bullets.
He sneered, knocked off the pistol, and smiled at the dying foreign devil.
However, in Mike's opinion, the smiling Gao Kuan was not a human being at all, but a devil burdened with sin, a villain stained with blood and who should be punished by the Lord.
He wanted to escape.
It's a pity that Gao Kuan didn't give him this chance.
Gao Kuan struck quickly and accurately, kicking the foreign devil in the stomach.
His intact arm was swung directly at his head, and his fist was like a big hammer, hitting his head viciously.
Mike did not hide away and was beaten by Gao Kuan until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
He whimpered like a lost dog.
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Gao Kuan looked at Mike, knowing in his heart that the foreign devil must stay in the tomb.
He grabbed a half-big stone on the ground and lifted it up with some difficulty.
Mike saw it and moved a few steps back.
However, Gao Kuan looked at He stepped on his face and slammed the stone from his hand.
Following the falling stones, Mike's body softened.
He didn't know whether he was unconscious or dead.
Gao Kuan checked his breathing.
He was still breathing.
He was alive.
To kill or not to kill Gao Kuan suddenly regained his composure.
For the first time, human life was on his hands, and four of them were on his hands.
Should this missionary be killed?
If he is spared his life, it will be a troublesome thing if he is counterattacked.
This man has been dominating the land of the Chinese and Chinese people, and even resold the Chinese and Chinese people's things outside.
He should be killed.
Gao Kuan picked up the stone again, his hands were trembling, he closed his eyes and smashed the stone down hard.
Red and white things splashed all over him, and the strong smell of blood made his stomach sour.
Gao Kuan collapsed on the ground and took a deep breath.
His throat rolled, and he didn't dare to look at Mike who died tragically at his hands.
Now, he had five lives on his hands.
As soon as he relaxed, his whole body ached, and he didn't dare to touch his arms.
Gao Kuan knew in his heart that his arms were probably going to be useless, but now, he had to find Ronghua, and he wanted to take her out with him.
The flashlight was broken.
Gao Kuan resisted his nausea and went back to touch the foreign devil's body.
He directly pulled the bag he was carrying and took the flashlight, but at the same time he also touched a necklace with a photo of a little girl on him.
After looking at the little girl on the necklace, Gao Kuan stuffed the things into the foreign devil's pocket, covered his eyes that were staring blankly with his palms, turned around, held up the flashlight, and stepped into the darkness again.
Walking aimlessly along the way, Gao Kuan thought about all kinds of things in his mind.
Life must get back on track after all.
He decided to take Rong Hua to Peking after leaving the tomb, surrender to the old man in his family, and take over his position.
To work in the Finance Bureau for a few years, or to do some business, the dream of Jianghu is not suitable for him in the final analysis.
The Eight Gates of Jianghu are still a legend.
As for Ronghua, when he returned to Peiping, he proposed.
He bought the little girl diamonds the size of pigeon eggs and gave her whatever she wanted.
He understood her and knew that she must have him in her heart.
With his thoughts finalized, Gao Kuan's steps couldn't help but become much lighter.
The fight just now was like a passing cloud to him.
While analyzing the terrain, he guessed which way the little girl took.
However, Gao Kuan didn't know that he was only a few meters away from Jinhua.
After Jinhua was knocked unconscious by the big man, when she woke up, the big man was gone.
There was a big pupa next to her, surrounding her.
It was like that The big man said he wanted to feed her to insects, but the insects didn't seem to be interested in Jinhua at all.
But when Jinhua was about to leave, the insect stopped him again.
It was as humane as the golden silkworm of the big man before.
Jinhua couldn't help but guess what the background of this big man was, and he was so good at controlling insects.
At the same time, Jinhua still had some doubts.
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The origins of Granny Gu and Uncle Mu would definitely not be as simple as the pharmacist and the boatman.
There must be secrets hidden in this tomb.
What do Tang Ming, Master Cheng, Granny Gu, Uncle Mu, and that big man know?
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