The liquid poured on the bald old man was diluted and configured by himself, and the degree of damage was within the tolerance range of the human body. The rope that tied the bald old man was also selected by him, and this rope would not be corroded by the liquid. Therefore, Tang and Song could leave the woodshed with confidence, and the bald old man could not escape. As for the pain of the process, it was what he should bear by himself. In a word, the time has come, and evil will be retribution.

For the children who were eating, the movement in the woodshed was undoubtedly a huge torture. The tragic experience made them understand the meaning of the word "pain". The things they need to bear were too cruel, and their young hearts were already overwhelmed.

The young man said to the scar-faced man: "The noise from the old ghost is too big. You can hear it from such a distance. I want to go and see it."

"It's up to you, but I advise you not to go." said the scar-faced man: "It's better not to see many things with your own eyes."

"Since I have already embarked on this road, I have anything to be afraid of, I will come." After saying that, the young man stood up and walked out of the room.

"Then go - hey, why are you?" Before the scarred man finished speaking, the young man who had just walked out of the room retreated. The scarred man was about to ask a question, the young man had already collapsed at the door. Then, Tang Song, holding a brick in his hand, appeared at the door.

"You are" the scared scarred man was about to ask, but the bricks in Tang Song's hand had already flew out of his hand.

Amid the panicked screams of the children, Tang Song flew over to the scarred man. The latter just flashed over the brick and was kicked over by the former. Although he was still shocked, the scarred man's reaction was still very fast. He rolled on the ground and was about to jump up. But at this moment, Tang Song had already picked up a long wooden bench, and the scarred man's body was smashed back to the ground by him.

The battle was quick and decisive. Tang Song swung the bench directly at the head of the scarred man. In a panic, the latter reached out to block it.

"Bang-ah!" The striking sound was accompanied by a shrill scream. The scar-faced man's forearm blocked by a long bench was smashed back to his head. When he raised his hand again to prepare to block, half of his forearm had lost his backbone and drooped to the side.

"Bang bang bang!" Tang Song didn't care about the reaction of the scarred man. The bench in his hand continued to rise and fall until he beat the scarred man to his head full of blood and had no reaction.

Looking at the frightened children, Tang Song said, "I am here to save you, just stay here and don't run around!"

Although the children looked confused, they still nodded in cooperation. Tang Song did not dare to waste too much time, so he turned around and ran out of the room quickly.

Tang Song ran to the front hall as fast as possible. He had just run to the front hall door, and the door leading to the backyard of the front hall was opened. The one who was about to go out was the strong man who was called "The Master of Incense" in the slander. After a brief encounter, the strong man immediately turned around and prepared to close the door, but his movements were already slow.

"Bang!" The strong man flew into the front hall with the door. Before the middle-aged shrew could understand what was going on, Tang Song appeared in front of her like a ghost.

"You, don't come here!" The scared middle-aged shrew picked up the scissors on the table and waved them in front of him.

"I never hit women!" Tang Song picked up a long bench that is common in rural families while speaking. At the same time, Tang Song was also paying attention to the movements of the strong man. He had just gotten up at this moment.

"But now there is a precedent." As he spoke, the rectangular bench had knocked the fat body of the middle-aged shrew to the ground.

"Help, kill someone!" The middle-aged shrew cried and shouted. Soon, the crying turned into howlings. The long bench hit her calves without bias, and the calves was broken.

Tang Song's movements were fast, accurate and ruthless. After dealing with the middle-aged shrew, he immediately turned his head to the opponent with a dagger and was about to rush up to attack and said, "Now, it's your turn, Master Xiang."

"Who are you!" the strong man shouted loudly as if he was brave.

"The person who asked you to collect debts." Tang Song put down his long bench and walked towards the strong man empty-handed. The latter was serious about fighting and danced the dagger in his hand like a trick.

"You have another chance to take action." Tang Song said to the strong man with a relaxed expression.

"Ah!" The strong man waved the dagger in his hand and rushed towards Tang Song.

"Bang!" The strong man holding a dagger in his hand not only failed to get to Tang Song, but was hit by the latter's chin with a punch. His head involuntarily tilted to the side. Taking advantage of this brief reaction vacuum, Tang Song's left hand accurately grabbed the strong man's right wrist holding the dagger.

"Bang!" Tang Song kicked the strong man's lower body, making the latter scream in pain.

The pain had just begun. Tang Song pulled his left hand back violently, and the strong man staggered towards him. What greeted him was the right fist that Tang Song waved.

"Bang bang bang!" Tang Song hit the strong man with several consecutive punches, and the sparks were scattered everywhere. Although the dagger was still in his hands, it did not pose any threat to Tang Song.

"You asked for it!" As your steps moved back, the strong man had been dragged to the ground by Tang Song.

"Bapa!" Tang Song pulled the strong man's right hand holding the dagger onto the long bench and hit it continuously. The latter lost its strength after the continuous impact by the right hand of his wrist. The dagger in his hand fell to the ground dejectedly.

"Click!" Tang Song took the dagger and raised his sword and fell.

"Ah!" Amid the screams of a pig-killing scream, the strong man's right hand was nailed to the long bench by a dagger. Tang Song, who had talented skills, made a very heavy move. At this moment, the dagger that had no handle had penetrated the strong man's finger bones and strung his palms with the long bench.

Amid the screams of the strong man and the crying of the middle-aged shrew, Tang Song walked out of the front hall and came to the woodshed. The bald old man curled up in the corner of the wall was still suffering from pain, and the mistress with his hands and feet tied up was still struggling helplessly. Tang Song stepped forward to untied the rope tied to the mistress. After helping him up, Tang Song pulled out the rag stuffed into his mouth. Tang Song said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

Then, Tang and Song took the mistress to the dining room.

"San brother~~" The girl who was the first to beg for Qin Simu hugged the mistress and cried bitterly. As soon as she cried, the other children also cried.

Tang Song, who had just taken out his cell phone, had a sore nose and lowered his head to walk out of the dining room. After turning on the phone, he dialed Qin Simu's number. The phone was connected, and Qin Simu asked him anxiously: "Tang Song, how are you?"

Tang Song asked: "Have Officer Qian and the others arrived?"

Qin Simu immediately said: "They are all here, but I didn't tell them your specific location."

Tang Song nodded and said, "Come with them, I'll give you the way."
Chapter completed!