Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Do you still have energy?"

The old woman turned her head suddenly, looked at Old Tang beside her and asked.

Old Tang frowned slightly and shook his head: "Our current physical condition and energy are all disposable. Where can we recycle them?"

The other old people nodded slightly, acquiescing to what Old Tang said.

The old woman sighed lightly, a little playful, and then her eyes fell on the bald principal who looked silly in the distance: "Come on, kid."

"Did you just say, let's go first?"

"Have a determination to die calmly?"

The headmaster looked at the old woman, blinked his eyes, and was at a loss for a moment.

The old woman still smiled: "Come on, it's time to show the value of your life, let's go!"

"Let's run!"

With that said, the old woman got up and ran away on crutches.

"Let's go!"

"You really are guarding the gate here!"

"Let's circle around with them and wait for Boy Yu to kill them one by one."

Old Tang looked at the headmaster who was standing at the entrance of the village in a daze, couldn't help laughing angrily, slapped him on the head, and led everyone to turn around and run away.

"oh oh..."

"Seniors, wait for me!"

Looking at an old man who only had one leg left and was running slowly, the headmaster directly dragged him onto his back and ran with it on his back.

A group of people just slipped into the depths of the village.

It's just that one of the old men turned around again, his eyes were bright, and he licked his lips expectantly.

"Those old things always say that I'm free."

"This will come in handy..."

As he spoke, he leaned against the wall and waited quietly.

Until a black robe stood behind the village entrance.

A small remote control appeared in the old man's hand, and he pressed it lightly.

The originally plain stone bench suddenly exploded in the next moment.

Amazing explosive power.

The terrifying source of the explosion directly lifted the black robe and smashed it to the ground.

Those shattered sharp stone flakes were like sharp knives, drawing bloodstains on those people's bodies.

The headmaster, who was still running, subconsciously glanced back when he heard the explosion, his scalp was numb.

These guys from the old barracks are all perverts!

Nima put explosives in the stone bench when he had nothing to do, and sat on it every day.

So you're not afraid of going off fire?

The others seemed to be familiar with it, and they were still shuttling among the houses.

"Old Wei didn't stay in the blasting team for nothing."

"Brilliant!"

"Where else did he hide gunpowder?"

Old Tang grinned as he ran.

The old woman pondered: "If I remember correctly, he buried a lot under your kang."

"If you don't lead people to your house, maybe you can destroy them all."

Old Tang shuddered.

Everyone is numb.

"Why do I still burn the kang every day!"

"He was buried in my kang?"

"This is going to kill me!"

"Go, take a detour to my house!"

Old Tang cursed, and finally turned around and ran to his house.

The headmaster has become a little numb, just listening to them dully and following them ignorantly.

A simple look.

Looks out of place with these old fritters.

Everyone retreated from the four major barriers of the human race, why are they so good, and I...

For a while, my heart was empty.

As if he could see what was going on in the headmaster's heart, Old Tang sneered, and the fake eyeball kept rolling in his eye socket, which was extremely gloomy: "How long have you been in Zhenyao Pass, a year or two? Back off?"

"Who among us old things hasn't stayed for ten or eight years."

"There are more than 15 years."

"If you have lived for so long and haven't died, you must have something of your own."

"Reserve..."

"Not all of them are stupid!"

There was a bit of showing off and a bit of sarcasm in the voice, and the old people shuttled around the corner in a tacit understanding.

Old Wei has also caught up again.

A look of excitement.

"Cool, cool!"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect the day when it would be useful!"

"I originally thought that one of you would die of old age, and I would use it as a firecracker for you. It's so lively!"

Old Wei laughed wildly while running.

Old Tang's face was dark: "So, if I die on the kang, do you want me to go directly to heaven?"

Old Wei's expression suddenly became awkward.

Coughing to hide his guilty conscience.

He looked at the old woman again angrily.

Like blaming her for selling herself.

"Say..."

"You only planted bombs in Old Tang's kang?"

The old woman's eyes suddenly became deep, looking at Old Wei vigilantly.

Old Wei coughed violently twice: "Of course."

"Don't worry, my... my explosives are safe, and the place where they are buried is also precise. There will be absolutely no... accidents."

Old Wei patted his chest and promised.

It's just that the speed at which they escaped was still too slow after all.

It's still a little far away from Old Tang's house, but those black robes are gradually approaching.

"wipe!"

"These guys!"

"What the hell is soul hunting!"

Looking at the black robes that were still coming out of the woods in the distance, Old Wei cursed and shouted.

Then unzip the jacket to reveal a row of remote controls inside.

These remotes also had notes attached to them with the text written on them.

Old Wei picked carefully.

He took out one of them and pressed it without hesitation.

Then...

The old woman's house exploded...

It was much more powerful than the stone bench, and the entire brick building was completely blown to pieces. The two black robes who had just passed by did not even react, and were blown away by the impact of the explosion, life or death unknown.

The broken bricks fell to the ground, blocking the path of their pursuit, giving them more time to escape.

The old woman was silent.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth quietly: "It turns out that my house...you buried it too?"

"Prank, prank!"

"What I'm thinking is, if someone leaves suddenly, leaving a house, it's so uncomfortable to look at every day, it's better as dust to dust, dust to dust..."

"Besides, the village is so big. Apart from the house, I really can't think of where it can be buried..."

"Fuck, I'm catching up again!"

Before Lao Wei could finish his sentence, he watched the two black robes leap over the bricks and catch up again.

Without hesitation, he took out a remote control again.

Press directly.

A tree explodes.

"Hahahaha, let you chase after."

"Enjoyable, enjoyable!"

"This is the picture I want!"

"When I was at the gate of hell, I sent away many monsters with a bomb in one hand!"

"Do you really think my nickname Wei Sanpao is for nothing?"

Old Wei kept bragging, and his laughter was extraordinarily heroic.

Until he turned around and saw those indifferent eyes, as if his throat was being choked, the laughter stopped abruptly.

"Cough...cough cough..."

"Aren't you usually doing well, and you haven't exploded..."

"Relax...don't worry."

"I'm pretty steady."

Old Wei smiled awkwardly.

(Staying up late to code, and staying up all night again... The recent tipping and updating, it is really not appropriate to think about it carefully, and it is too simple to add, too difficult, and not good. Recently, it is advancing the plot , the writing is slow, when the plot is over, when it is more routine, I will add a little more for everyone... um...)