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"Who!" Someone shouted loudly.

The sound of gasping for air suddenly came and went.

"Who is it!" It was the second person who uttered the same sentence.

Wan Yun narrowed her eyes and looked at the place where the commotion started. It turned out to be a row of masked archers standing on the upper floor opposite.

"Who is it?" Luo Fu also asked nervously.

Everyone realized that it was unusual and stood up one after another. The moment the tables and chairs moved:

Hundreds of arrow feathers tied with volcanic balls broke through the bamboo curtain and shot straight into the building.The golden flashes of light, like lightning, seemed to pierce people's eyes.And the bamboo curtains wrapped in the flames kept dropping fire debris like yellow bean sprouts, and the elegant reed mats on the seats blasted light waves like golden needles.The sharp-eyed rocket curled up the human hair, and the human flesh on the mat made the sound of "sizzling" fried meat in oil.This kind of movement is subtle, hidden between the huge roar of wood hitting the ground and tables and chairs being overturned.The ceiling is crumbling.The arrow feathers are like the feet of rain.There was no way for everyone to avoid it, and it was almost impossible to move an inch.To make matters worse, an extremely sharp arrow shot through the wine jar. At first it was just a ball of fireworks, but because of the three consecutive explosions of the wine jug, the raging fire burned half of the wall.

Wan Yun immediately grabbed Luo Fu's shoulders and moved left and right. Sharp arrows kept passing by. An arrow flew past Wan Yun's head.Rob was bruised by the arrow for slamming her head.Wan Yun anticipated the danger, but responded too hastily. She accidentally stepped on a flagon, slipped, and even Luo Fu fell into a secret compartment.There are many sweeping tools here, but no one notices because the door lock is hidden behind the green plants.The cubicles are quiet.The wailing and howling of ghosts outside was still incessant, like a freshly drawn, still hot wire twisted and trying to entangle something.Luo Fu and Wan Yun's hearts were almost torn apart.

Luo Fu pushed open a crack in the door, and saw that the fire had burned into one piece, and there were black charred pieces lying on the ground, whether it was a human body or a tree.She was suffocated by the smoke, but felt that she was at the bottom of the water full of aerosols.The remains of the innocent are like strange rocks at the bottom.But he himself is a cowardly cricket, who just avoided the wrestling in the incense burner, and was forced to turn over from under the rock in the water where he could not survive, and struggled to get ashore.

Wan Yun was panting heavily, sweating profusely.She touched Luo Fu's hand, and the latter's hand was as cold as a frozen banana leaf in winter, so she decided to hug Luo Fu without hesitation.They knew the fire would soon burn in too.There was a smell of dirty water in the compartment, the smell produced by the accumulation of hundreds of kinds of filth and then melting in every inch.Wan Yun hugged Luo Fu with one hand, and touched the soft and wet ground with the other. Is it moss?Or a mop for mopping the floor.Wan Yun's ribs hurt very much, similar to the pain of broken porcelain.She hugged Luo Fu the whole time, with her chin resting on her head.Luo Fu grabbed Wan Yun's sleeve as hard as she could grab a life-saving straw.Her tears fell in two lines. "Don't be afraid." Wan Yun lowered her head and sniffed, and said, "Your hair smells like cucumber." "I haven't washed my hair for three days." "...don't talk."

In the dimly lit compartment, Wan Yun saw a ray of moonlight shining through the window from behind her.She propped up her collapsed body, and tentatively pushed it away.Downstairs was gloomy, but only vaguely, as if there was water. "Is there a river downstairs?" Wan Yun asked.Luo Fu looked over, "I don't know. I don't know where this is." Wan Yun stared at the river water that seemed to reflect the moonlight, and said cruelly, "We'll be dozens, and then jump down." Luo Fu was a little terrified, " Maybe it's just a shoal that you can step over, or worse, maybe there's no water at all, just a reflective object on the ground, then what should we do." "Luofu." Wan Yun grabbed her hand, "We There is no other way out, it's a dead end outside, we can't go downstairs at all." Luo Fu burst into tears, and then firmly held her hand back. "I believe." Because I believe in you, I believe that there must be a river that can escape.

"Okay." Wan Yun closed her eyes, "I'll hit it dozens of times. Luo Fu, you must not let go of my hand."

Luo Fu was no longer afraid.She quietly looked at Wan Yun's trembling lips.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...

Ten beats.

Luo Fu returned to his childhood.

There used to be a large vegetable market in Changliang, but now half of the vegetable market has been replaced by shops.

Diagonally in front of the vegetable market archway, there are old people with yellow spots on their faces and brown spots on their bodies setting up stalls.The stalls are simple: a crimson doily, a bamboo bird in the shape of a sparrow (about the size of four fists stacked in two rows).The bamboo slices are smooth and coated with tung oil, and the seams between the bamboo slices are tightly fitted, making it a delicate and good object.But I can't say how lifelike it is, but it can be seen at a glance that this is not a quail, not a white crane, but a magpie, and it is unmistakable.There is a slit on the magpie's back, throw a copper plate into it, and the magpie's wings will fly up and down ten times at the right time.This is also a good number of times.It should be under the old man's feet, and there is an extremely thin line controlling it.If you stand nearby and you are neither blind nor deaf, you can see the same picture whether you spend money or not.In order to save money, poor people say this-làng fee.The reason Mrs. Luo refused to spend a copper coin was that the children squatting in front of the stall were smelly and dirty, like dirty shoe boards.Dirty shoe boards, the metaphor is a bit new.The kids were skinny and flat, and there was something interesting about it.Luo Fu wanted to laugh, but suddenly saw the bruises and blood scabs accidentally leaking out of his cuffs—they were dirty shoe boards, then I was the dry flower that was crushed by the dirty shoe board.

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