Born short-lived

"Cutting through?!" Zhou Zirong's eyes widened, and he was about to walk to the cabin, "What's going on..."

"Don't, don't, don't," the soldier who came to report hurriedly stopped in front of him, "I can't see who is coming, there is a hole above the knee, and the bottom tank has been flooded...General, let's abandon the ship."

While talking, the boat seemed to be sucked by something, and the river water became a giant mouth, biting the food and not letting go, swallowing them down bit by bit.

Before dawn, the countryside by the river was silent, let alone passers-by, and there was not even a wild dog on the road.

The water surface around the ship was bubbling and bubbling, most of the water was submerged in the blink of an eye, and the people in the bottom cabin swarmed onto the deck like rats that had been smoked.

And at this moment, Zhou Zirong caught a glimpse of a thick blackness gradually spreading on the river surface from the corner of his eye.

"Wait," he frowned suddenly, and when he looked carefully, his heart felt like frost.

That's black oil.

A chill came over him, he didn't have time to hesitate, he clenched the hand on the knife handle at his waist, and shouted loudly: "Jump! Swim to the bottom of the river!"

All the people abandoned the boat one after another, and jumped into the river like an old lady making dumplings.The black oil was lighter than water, and it soon overflowed, covering the entire river, so dark that it was completely breathless, and even the river waves seemed to be flattened.

After that, exactly as Zhou Zirong expected, the river was set on fire as soon as it was covered with black oil.

The flames were like some kind of crazy weeds, and with the help of the morning wind fanning the flames, they spit out tongues of flame "phu la phu la", almost quickly occupying the entire river surface with an irresistible force.

In just a few moments, this section of the Wuyou River burst into flames, turning into a sea of ​​flames like a purgatory, with screams piercing the eardrums, and mourning everywhere.

It is said that a military port on the east coast of Daling was once attacked. Hundreds of ships fueled by black oil were bombed and sunk. The black oil that was not used up leaked all over the sea. There was a real sea of ​​flames, those who did not jump off the ship were killed, and those who jumped off the ship were all caught off guard and burned to death in the sea.As a result, in the end, there were more than 5 people in the entire harbor, and none of them survived.

Zhou Zirong could only desperately push the water up with his hands, and then try his best to swim to the bottom. The heat wave rolled down from the water surface, like a giant hot hand slapping Zhou Zirong's back. Although there was no fire, that one In an instant, Zhou Zirong was still so hot that he almost fainted, and he inevitably choked some water into his nose.

He was like mutton that had been thrown into a boiling water pot. Zhou Zirong almost felt that he was cooked. With the last trace of sobriety, he bravely swam from the water to the shore.

In order not to be suffocated in the water, he could only shake off the cumbersome armor and clothes on his body, endure the heat, and try not to dive too deep.

Fortunately, he was born in the sea since he was a child, and he went to splash in the sea for more than ten years when he had nothing to do, and he practiced good water skills.

The water gradually became shallower, and he squinted his eyes to vaguely see a little shadow of the land. He was still paddling with one hand, and the other hand had slowly reached the edge of the long knife at his waist.

Before Zhou Zirong jumped off the boat, there was no one on the shoals on both sides of the river. At this time, a group of people came out of nowhere, holding long knives and guarding the riverside. Let's cut it first.

At that time, their boat was scuttled, and if they jumped off the boat, they might be burned to death or drowned in the water, but if they didn't jump off the boat, they would definitely be burned to death in the water.

But after jumping, not everyone can swim to the shore. Some of them didn’t breathe long enough, or they didn’t dive deep enough and got burned, and they floated halfway through the swim, but they were still burned to death. Well, those who refused to float to the top were smothered to death in the water, and then they floated up and were burned through.

Even if they were able to swim to the shore, most of them were exhausted, dizzy, and had no strength to fight back. Before they realized what was going on, they were killed by a knife.

There were corpses everywhere on the surface of the river, along the banks of the river, and the air in the morning was full of the strange smell of burning. Now only a few people are still stubbornly resisting.

They waited for a long time, but Zhou Zirong still didn't go ashore.

"Boss, is he dead?" one of the men with a hooked nose asked the other man beside him.

On this man's face, there is a scar that is necessary for the big brother in various martial arts tales. The location is very precise, from the corner of the right forehead to the eyelid, and then across the bridge of the nose to the left cheek. The depth is perfectly controlled so that the right side is not cut. Eyes, so I don't know whether it was chopped off by someone or on purpose, anyway, people can tell it's the boss at a glance.

Scar frowned and pondered deeply for a while, then lowered his voice, and replied thickly: "Wait a little longer, my lord has explained, this little prince cannot be allowed to return to the East China Sea alive."

"Hey, I wonder if this little prince would have discovered us a long time ago. He didn't need the boat he changed for them before. He got a small broken civilian boat and ran away... It's really a waste of my ten catties of explosives! I have to do it again. Take it down," the hooked nose spat in disgust, "Hey, let him run, where can he go, let's just wash him... Boss, in my opinion, that grandson is probably already mature, we Let's take a break, I haven't eaten a mouthful of hot food until now, let's wait for the fire to go down and grab it... Ouch!"

"Stop fucking nonsense," Scar raised his hand and slapped the hook-nosed head on the back of his head like a cattail leaf, "the food is still hot, I'll let you eat hot shit after you run away! It's a mess brother We have no way to survive, but the lord is... hey! I am too lazy to talk nonsense with you, so let me keep an eye on it."

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and there was a gust of wind on the river, and the fire that had just subsided a little suddenly sprang up again, rushing straight towards the bank.

Everyone with the scar was blown away by the heat wave and took a few steps back with their eyes closed.

At this time, an unexpected sound of breaking through the air sounded, and just as Dao Scar opened his eyes, he saw a flame sweeping across from an unimaginable angle. It didn't look like a fire, but rather like the sword energy mentioned in the Jianghu.

In the blink of an eye, the few people standing in front of the scar had already collapsed. A scorched black knife mark on their chest almost cut through half of their body, and blood poured all over the ground like a burst embankment.

Scar's face turned pale with fright, and he instinctively let out a shrill "Ah", and forgot to press his throat at this moment, just like a big old woman whose toes were stepped on, after a long time, it turned out that she was in a whole body Meat Sissy.

At some point, Zhou Zirong was already standing on the shoal not far in front of them, his whole body was drenched, his snow-white jacket was covered with scorched mud and blood, and he was holding a long burning knife in his hand , there was no expression on his face, a pair of eyes that were so dark that there was no light staring straight at the scar, behind him was a scorching sea of ​​flames, Zhou Zirong stood against the flames, like an evil ghost crawling out of purgatory to seek his life.

And he did so. Facts have proved that although there are very few psykers in this world, and they no longer have an advantage in big battles, they are still quite convincing in such a small scene.

These hundreds of killers who were squatting by the river turned into a group of jumping clowns in front of the real Fire Spirit Knife, like little milk dogs, and they suddenly stopped talking.

After all, no one could have imagined that this person could not only escape from the flames, but also be able to lift a knife.

With a wave of the Broken Flame Knife, the white crystal psychic knife they took from their employer in the capital city became a child's toy. Before they got close, they folded and folded like a curling blade.

In the assassination that Zhou Zirong encountered before, at least the other party was good at it. This group of people, except for the number, had almost no advantage.

In a blink of an eye, only Scar was the only person left on this side of the bank, and those on the other bank had already fled. When Scar saw it, it was over, and knelt down with a plop.

"Who sent you here?" Zhou Zirong's knife rested on Scar's neck, and the neck was burned even before the blade touched the flesh.

Dao Scar was so frightened that he was shaking all over his body, his tears couldn't stop streaming down, his face was half white and half red from the heat, and he didn't dare to hide too much, trembling his lips, and asked softly and hoarsely: "I... I said... can I save my life..."

"can."

Dao Scar swallowed his saliva, tremblingly said: "Yes...is an official."

"Which official?"

"No... I don't know, I really don't know, I just know that the master of his family is named Jiang."

"Jiang?"

"Yes...he called him...Master Jiang."

Zhou Zirong thought, it seems that Jiang Kun was also careless.

He kept his promise and took the knife. This person was no threat to him, and he was probably just doing things for money, so there was no need.What made him even more uneasy was that although Jiang Kun was fighting them to the death in private, he would not make such a big move anyway.

This doesn't look like Jiang Kun's way, unless...

Zhou Zirong had a bad guess in his heart.

This group of people who harmed Zhou Zirong almost all folded in, except for himself, there was only one soldier left.

The so-called stupid people have stupid blessings, and this little soldier who survived the accident happened to be the stupid recruit who crashed into the sandbar with his imperial boat.This person is from Jingchu. Although he has never swum in the sea, he has been swimming in rivers and lakes. He is good at swimming, and he just happened to swim to a small patch of reeds by the river, and hid until Zhou Zirong took care of everyone. just came out.

He chased after him shamelessly, and wanted to go with Zhou Zirong.

Now Zhou Zirong is almost penniless, he doesn't even have a piece of clothing to keep out the cold, and his body is still soaked. As soon as the anger goes away, when the river wind comes, he will be shivering from the cold, like sifting chaff.

——Then I have to rely on this idiot's stupid blessing again. What's more, this idiot is the son of a great merchant in Jingchu.This kid wears a safety buckle inlaid with gold and Tianyu, and he can throw away everything when he jumps off the ship, except the money bag, so he just took Zhou Zirong to a nearby town to buy some clothes in a hurry, lest he Wang Shuangshuang, who had a different surname from Hua Xu, was frozen to death in the wilderness.

"Your family belongs to Chudi?"

"Yeah," the idiot smiled, "it's pretty close to here."

Zhou Zirong was tense all night, and finally loosened a little at this time, his face softened a little: "Well, let's find a place to get two horses first, the waterway can't go any further."

"Horses? Hey, my family has a lot of good horses," the idiot suddenly thought, "Hey, the general might as well go to the villain's house. He can ride a horse very quickly, so he can prepare supplies on the way."

In fact, what Zhou Zirong was waiting for was his words. After all, this idiot didn't have enough money to last them all the way to the East China Sea, and they had to change horses on the way, and they had to be good horses that could run.

More importantly, he was going to the city to inquire about the situation in Huajing.

"Well, that's fine," Zhou Zirong said, "By the way, what's your name?"

"The villain's surname is Yang, and his name is Yang Ye,"

Zhou Zirong sighed: "It's fate for us, and I don't know who wanted my life so viciously."

"Hey, I don't know." Yang Ye also sighed, "I heard that even Huajing City is not peaceful recently."

"Huajing is not peaceful?" Zhou Zirong frowned, "Why is it not peaceful?"