Faraway Wanderers

The female puppet was still stretching its legs and feet on the ground. Wen Kexing didn't pay attention at first, and almost stepped on it, but was swept away by the flute on the ground, and then jumped away. The male puppet behind him had already pulled his arm out of the door opening. Turning this way, Wen Kexing picked up Zhang Chengling, waved his hands and threw it into the hole in the wall, then leaned over to pick up Zhou Zishu, and jumped in after him.

The man puppet chased after him. Wen Kexing turned around and stared at the puppet warily. Who knew that the puppet could only turn in two directions, forward or backward, without the function of left and right. Turning back and forth there, the flute in the female puppet's hand swung onto its leg. It was really attacking the shield with the spear of the son. With a loud noise, both dolls fell down, and the man was hit by it. To attack, they used their arms to swing the doll's head, and then the two of them started fighting each other.

Only then Wen Kexing breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to Zhou Zishu, "Don't talk." Then he sealed several acupoints on him, put him down, frowned when he saw the blood on his chest, and said to Zhang Chengling : "Little devil, go over there and have a look, if there is a kind of..."

He paused, not knowing how to describe it, so he stretched out his hand and gestured, and said, "It's about a foot high, and the round thing looks like you rolled over, so run, come back and tell me."

Zhang Chengling said "Oh" and asked again: "Senior, my master..."

Wen Kexing seemed to be a little impatient, and interrupted him: "It's okay, I can't die."

Zhang Chengling asked again: "Senior, what are you talking about?"

"I don't know either," Wen Kexing sighed, pointing to the part of the wall that was blown apart, and said, "It's the result of that thing blowing up."

Zhang Chengling followed his fingers and looked over, feeling a sense of sympathy, thinking that this formidable-looking senior was also being chased, so he didn't dare to say anything, ran to the other end and guarded nervously.

Wen Kexing reached out to untie Zhou Zishu's clothes, but the latter grabbed his wrist, Zhou Zishu laughed hoarsely, "What are you doing, taking advantage of me?"

Wen Kexing opened his hand, poked him lightly on the chest, and said in a flat tone: "Don't say a few words, you are almost blowing out the wax, and you are still poor-mouthed."

Zhou Zishu felt that his life was complete. He had just been scolded for being a loser by an old foodie, and called a poor talker by a big talker.

Wen Kexing carefully unbuttoned his clothes, and when he touched the nails on Zhou Zishu's chest, his eyes flickered unconsciously, but Zhou Zishu didn't care, he felt as if his chest and back were on fire when he breathed As if, he knew that the injury was not serious, maybe the bone was broken and the lung was injured, so he tried not to cough, and even suppressed his breath, so as not to aggravate the injury.

Wen Kexing turned him over, saw the injury on his back, couldn't help gasping, and said coldly: "Another inch, that thing can break your spine, do you believe it?"

Zhou Zishu said in a low voice like a gossamer: "Don't talk nonsense, if my spine can be broken by a dummy, I will be ashamed to live."

Wen Kexing snorted, put his hand on his back, carefully inspected his injury, and after a long while, he sighed and said, "Are you stupid? Don't you know it hurts?"

He didn't know where he pressed his finger, Zhou Zishu immediately groaned, and was so hurt that he didn't speak for a while, before he gritted his teeth and said: "You... why don't you tell me to hit me with a stick, and try it yourself..."

Wen Kexing fell silent in a rare way, straightened Zhou Zishu upright, put his hand on the back of his heart, and calmed down his anger.He didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of touching the nail on his chest like Ye Baiyi did last time.

Wen Kexing has always practiced kung fu in his life to kill and injure others, and this is the first time he has tried to save others so cautiously, like a butcher picking up an embroidery needle, he was trembling, and sweat broke out on his forehead after a while.

After half an hour, he stopped and let Zhou Zishu go, and told him to lean his shoulders against the wall. Zhou Zishu knew that his physical strength was limited now, so he didn't want to waste much. He just closed his eyes and rested his mind. It made the somewhat ashen complexion even more shockingly pale.

Wen Kexing looked at him for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but leaned down, gently bit the corner of his mouth, and even licked away a little bit of his blood. He seemed to sigh, and stretched out his hand into Zhou Zishu's mouth. In the hair on the temples, the two breaths are very close.Zhou Zishu didn't know when he opened his eyes, but he didn't waste his energy to avoid him, he just said in a low voice, "It's like a villain who takes advantage of others' danger."

Wen Kexing didn't even raise his eyelids, and replied in a low voice, "You speak as if you are a gentleman."

He chuckled and exhaled, as if whispering, Zhou Zishu finally couldn't pretend to be calm, and turned his face a little uncomfortable, but Wen Kexing pinched his chin and asked, "Do you have a conscience? I will heal your wounds." , isn't there even this benefit?"

Zhou Zishu was silent for a while, and finally said: "I have no plans to sell myself for the time being."

Wen Kexing said with a smile: "Do you know what happens when you are not as powerful as others?"

Zhou Zishu raised his eyebrows, and looked at him in amazement with a look of "people can be so shameless".Wen Kexing whispered in his ear, "Strong, buy, strong, sell."

Zhou Zishu smiled wryly: "You're in such a good mood."

Wen Kexing stared at him with unclear eyes for a while, then let him go, crossed his hands behind his head, stretched his long legs and stepped on the other wall, lay down, and said triumphantly: "But You can owe it first."

Zhou Zishu was out of energy, so he stopped talking to him, closed his eyes and fell into a half-comatose half-sleep.

Wen Kexing knew what he was capable of. Except for Ye Baiyi, none of them understood this incomprehensible and mysterious art of dunjia. They walked around like headless flies, and they might meet something. He's a kid with half-haired hair, and Zhou Zishu is seriously injured, so it's better to stay the same and rest in place, and think of a solution after a while.

Zhou Zishu's breathing was low but even, as if he had fallen asleep. Wen Kexing turned his face to look at him, and suddenly remembered what the Great Witch of Southern Xinjiang said—"If you use up all your skills, Go, maybe I can be sure to save your life", he couldn't help but sit up straight, using the power in his palm, and slowly lifted it up, maybe...

He hesitated to press the palm of his hand, when suddenly a hand stretched out out of thin air, with icy fingers wrapped around his wrist, Zhou Zishu opened his eyes at some point, and the eyes of the two met in this small space .

Zhou Zishu's eyes were calm, and there was no wave in his tone. He asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Kexing said nothing.

Zhou Zishu sighed suddenly, looked away, and said something like a no-brainer: "Others don't understand, don't you understand?"

Wen Kexing lowered his gaze slowly, and after a while, gently put his palm aside.

"Yes, I understand." As he said, he suddenly lowered his arm, and the ground was firmly pressed by his palm to a half-inch deep mark. As if he was trying to convince himself, he repeated Repeatedly, "I understand..."

Zhang Chengling didn't know when or how long he fell asleep, but was suddenly awakened by a loud noise not far away.He jumped up, twisted his neck vigilantly and looked around, and then his shoulder was held down by a hand. Zhang Chengling shuddered and turned around suddenly, only to find that it was his master who couldn't even stand up the day before.

Zhou Zishu coughed twice, held Zhang Chengling down, and ordered: "Don't move around, follow."

As soon as Zhang Chengling turned his head, Wen Kexing followed him out. The young man looked at this and then that, and asked, "Master, is your injury healed?"

Zhou Zishu said without turning his head, "I'm not human?"

Zhang Chengling thought about it, yes, it was such a serious injury——ignoring Zhou Zishu's bad tone, he leaned forward and asked again: "Then, master...can you walk by yourself?"

Zhou Zishu took a deep breath. Not only did his body hurt, but he felt his brain ache. He asked, "Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing?"

Wen Kexing turned his head and laughed, Zhang Chengling scratched his head and said, "Master, I mean...you are hurt so badly..."

Zhou Zishu glanced at him expressionlessly: "Do you think I should be weak in this ghost place? Are you going to carry me behind my back?"

Just when Zhang Chengling wanted to show his filial piety, Wen Kexing immediately said, "I'll carry you on my back, or I can hold you in my arms."

Zhou Zishu tilted his head and coughed, arched his shoulders and pressed the wound on his chest, and said briefly: "Stop talking nonsense."

The three of them followed the tunnel and approached the place where the loud noise happened cautiously. Zhou Zishu held the Ye Mingzhu into his palm to be cautious, and the surroundings immediately became dark.Wen Kexing took a step forward and grabbed Zhou Zishu, pulled him to his side, stretched out his hand, and took Zhou Zishu's white sword. Shaking, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the long sword stabbed out.

The man at the corner was caught off guard and yelled softly, and stretched out his finger to flick the tip of his sword away. Wen Kexing immediately changed his move, and the soft sword in Zhou Zishu's hand was extremely clear and upright, but in Wen Kexing's hand , but like a tarsal maggot, it's extremely weird.

In the darkness, the two of them passed a dozen or so moves in the blink of an eye, but after Zhou Zishu frowned and listened for a while, he suddenly said, "Senior Ye?"

The man on the other side snorted softly, Zhou Zishu lifted Ye Mingzhu up again, saw Ye Baiyi's unusually stinky face, Wen Kexing then withdrew his sword, clasped his fists with a smile and said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, purely misunderstanding. "

He was obviously talking nonsense——Zhou Zishu could guess where the opponent came from listening to the sound, not to mention that he fought in person. Wen Kexing clearly wanted to beat people in the name of darkness, so it can be seen that he I still have some deep prejudices against this old man who has become a mystery.

Ye Baiyi glanced at Zhou Zishu, frowned, and said, "How did you make yourself look like a ghost..."

Zhou Zishu could save as much energy as he could, and leaned sideways on the stone wall. Hearing the words, without waiting for his comment, he said politely, "Your junior is so useless, he's just a worthless guy."

Ye Baiyi glanced at him unexpectedly, nodded, and said, "For sure you have self-knowledge." He looked around, and waved to the three of them, "This way."

Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing knew that this old man was not a vegetarian, so they were happy to ask him to take the lead. The two were at the bottom, sandwiching Zhang Chengling in the middle. Without making a sound, he took an arm from him and put it on his shoulder.

Zhou Zishu glanced at him, frowned and said, "I'm lame?"

Wen Kexing sighed: "The old monsters are here, what are you trying to do? Let's go."

It's strange to say that these two people are in danger frequently, and they just feel that this place extends in all directions like a ghost cave. They followed Ye Baiyi, but it was surprisingly smooth. The place was calm when I entered, but after a while, countless chubby balls one foot high suddenly poured out from all directions.

Wen Kexing subconsciously kicked Zhang Chengling behind him, then picked up Zhou Zishu and flew three or four feet away. This thing made him suffer a lot, and he didn't know how it was made. It exploded when it touched something, and Wen Kexing was killed. After chasing this thing in the tunnel for a long time, I felt like a big rat.

Ye Baiyi didn't panic, seeing the balls rushing towards him like a tide, he suddenly yelled, and pushed forward with a volley palm, he didn't know what kind of trick he used, Zhang Chengling's sharp eyes saw the stone slab under his feet collapsed in an instant. It was broken, the first ball that rolled over exploded first, and then there was almost a chain reaction behind, a series of explosions, Ye Baiyi put his hands there, but it was like erecting an invisible wall, blowing the mountain and the tsunami. All kept out.

Wen Kexing also turned serious, looking at Ye Baiyi's back thoughtfully.

Afterwards, Ye Baiyi scolded, "Get out yet!"

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and a large stone slab fell from the wall of the hall, and a figure flashed out from it.

Zhou Zishu and the others followed Ye Baiyi's line of sight, and were stunned for a moment.