I'm not a theatre god

Yao Qing's heartbeat skipped a beat.

Different from when he was on the highway, this was the first time Yao Qing saw killers at such a close range. Their burly figures and deadly weapons all spoke of terror. These people had dozens of smeared on their hands. Human life is the real desperado.

And from what they said, there were more than just the two of them here this time, and the current museum was most likely infiltrated by killers.

But at this time, Chen Ling hasn’t come back yet...

In the darkness, Yao Qing's face was extremely pale. He forced himself to calm down and think about countermeasures.

Since the target of these killers is Su Zhiwei, the best solution is to find Su Zhiwei one step ahead and take her away from here... But Yao Qing can't do this because her grandma is also in this museum at the moment.

With the attitude of this group of killers, it is not like they can survive. If they find grandma, the consequences will be disastrous... But even he can't avoid all the killers in this situation and kill Su Zhiwei. Grandma, and Yang Xiao all gathered together and escaped quietly.

There's no way to escape... Do we have to fight these killers?

In the darkness, Yao Qing couldn't help but swallow as he watched the two killers leave.

"Yao Qing, cheer up! With Chen Ling gone, you are the only one who can protect them! You are the most familiar with this place, which is an advantage... As long as you are prepared, there is no chance of winning!" Yao Qing murmured to himself, darkly , the young man's eyes became more determined.

Yao Qing's mind was racing. After taking a deep breath, he quietly walked from another corridor to the front of the two killers.

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"Why is this crappy place so winding?"

The killer with a saber in his hand stood at a fork in the road and couldn't help but curse.

"Where should we go?"

"I don't know...have we been here just now?"

"No, it's impossible." The killer holding a mini submachine gun pointed at an embroidered picture on the wall, "Every time I go to an intersection, I remember the embroidered picture on it. I have never seen this kind of pattern before. "

"It shouldn't be, but I see that the broomsticks in the corner are all falling in the same direction...are you sure we didn't come around again?"

"These embroidered pictures are all different. Can they still change on their own?"

"... Should we go left or right?"

The other killer was about to say something when a clear sound suddenly sounded from the end of the corridor on the right. The two of them looked at each other with a flash of surprise on their faces.

They clenched their weapons and moved forward softly against the wall, looking around with vigilant eyes, like ghosts in the dark.

This corridor is a corridor surrounding the central courtyard. The scene in the courtyard can be seen through the glass on one side. However, now that the lights are out and the night rain has blocked the light, only the outlines of a few rockeries can be barely seen.

The sound just now was like the soft sound made accidentally when the glass door was closed, so at this moment both of their eyes fell on the dark courtyard. They were sure that someone must be hiding here.

A killer held the handle of the glass door, pressed it down gently, and then slowly pushed it open, trying not to make a sound in the process. But the moment the two of them walked out of the corridor and entered the courtyard, a huge black shadow emerged from behind. The eaves of the building fell down!

boom--! !

A stone pier seat that should have been placed around the stone table, weighing dozens of kilograms, accurately hit the head of the killer holding a micro submachine gun.

Even though the two of them were fully vigilant, they did not expect that the crisis would come in this situation. Before the person could react at all, he felt that his head was hit by something extremely hard and heavy, and his vision went black for an instant, and he fell down. on the ground.

At the same time, Yao Qing jumped down from the eaves with a baseball bat in his hand, and the stick whizzed into the head of another killer!

The sudden fall of his companion to the ground made the killer's nerves tense instantly. His instinct to kill in blood all the time made him avoid it without hesitation. Even though Yao Qing's movements were extremely fast, he was still unable to hit the top of his head. , but landed on the shoulder with a bang, and a scream followed.

"Oops!" Yao Qing's heart thumped.

The killer's shoulder was injured by Yao Qing's stick, and he could not lift his arm at all. But at the same time, Yao Qing's figure was completely exposed. The killer looked at him fiercely, holding the cold saber in his remaining right hand. He slashed at Yao Qing very quickly!

Yao Qing was shocked and retreated crazily while using the baseball bat in his hand to barely resist the attack of the saber. The loud clang of metal collisions echoed over the courtyard.

After all, Yao Qing is just a college student. No matter in terms of physical fitness or combat experience, it is impossible to compare with a professional killer. After parrying a few swords with difficulty, he was unexpectedly kicked to the chest by the opponent, and the whole person flew backwards!

Yao Qing rolled twice on the ground, his body already covered with dust. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a cold light flashing through the air, slashing straight towards his throat!

It’s over…

Yao Qing closed his eyes subconsciously, and at this moment, a gust of wind came from the side!

A figure kicked the killer's wrist, and cut the knife into nothingness beside Yao Qing. Yao Qing opened his eyes in shock, and saw a beautiful figure wearing white training clothes, blocking his body.

"Su Zhiwei?!" Under the hazy light, when the killer saw that face, joy suddenly appeared in his eyes!

"Sister Zhiwei?!"

Two voices sounded, and Su Zhiwei's eyes were as cold as ice. She seemed to be just getting ready to go to sleep. Her long black hair was spread around her shoulders, slightly wet in the night rain. After seeing that Yao Qing was not injured, his expression relaxed slightly.

The killer's blade immediately turned around and slashed at her body with a roar. Su Zhiwei changed her steps and avoided the two slashes lightly.

The white training uniform was swept by the evening breeze, and with Su Zhiwei's palm, he hit the killer's wrist where the sword was lying, forcibly deflecting the blow. At the same time, he stepped forward with his right foot, retracted his left palm, and rushed out with a clenched fist in his right hand. , hit the killer’s chest!

Xingyiquan!

boom--! !

There was a muffled sound, and the killer's chest immediately collapsed. He must have broken his ribs, and he staggered backwards and fell to the ground.

It's not that Su Zhiwei's kung fu is so strong, the most important thing is because Yao Qing's stick disabled one of the killer's hands. He could not be Su Zhiwei with martial arts background just by holding the knife with one hand. opponent.

Su Zhiwei knocked back the killer with one punch, then kicked the saber away, wearing a white training uniform and fluttering in the wind under the night rain...

Just when she was about to turn around and help Yao Qing up, her footsteps suddenly stopped in place as if she saw something.

Perhaps it was because the exchange was too noisy. In the museum at this moment, four figures climbed out of the broken window one after another. They looked at Su Zhiwei in the courtyard with a sneer, and pulled the gun bolt in their hands hard...

Four pitch-black muzzles were aimed at Su Zhiwei in the center at the same time.

"Now, where can you run?"