The masked four people surrounded the killer brother in four directions. The killer brother looked calm, his eyes half-closed and his head was slightly lowered, as if he had no idea about the four people surrounding him.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "This guy won't fall out at this critical moment, right?" He always saw the killer brother sitting cross-legged and meditating for luck, but in the current situation, it is obviously very inappropriate for the killer brother to doze off or cram the luck temporarily.

Fang Zheng hid in the carriage like a thief, carefully observing the situation outside the carriage. After confirming that the killer was not asleep or luck, he felt a little relaxed. Moreover, after a little scare, he seemed less nervous now.

Because he was very happy to discover something, the four masked people just surrounded the killer, but he had never seen him in the carriage. Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little lucky: Maybe these four people are the killer's own enemies, it's nothing to do with me. Young Master, I'm actually just a misunderstanding here. - The killers in ancient times should have a very professional ethics and will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, right?

Fang Zheng wanted to find an opportunity to slip away, but after calculating the position, he was dejectedly discovered that no matter which direction he escaped, he had to go out from the carriage door. If he went out, he would definitely fall into the eyes of the four masked men.

His only chance now is to wait for them to fight and find another opportunity to escape. But how long will they have to stand?

Fang Zheng hid in the carriage and didn't dare to move. He stared at the five people like five wooden stakes nailed to the ground. He felt a little anxious. According to the convention, you can do it even if you don't say a few lines, such as: "Are you here?"

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm already here."

Although it is nonsense, it at least highlights the tragic meaning of "the setting sun is like blood, the autumn wind is bleak". What's the matter if you keep standing still and not talking? Which martial arts novel has the duel of the masters who kill the other party with their eyes?

Fang Zheng sighed boredly, his voice was not loud, but it was not small. Master Fang was always prone to making all kinds of inappropriate mistakes on various occasions. Undoubtedly, the mistake he made now is the most deadly.

This sigh was very unusual, just like a sprinter who was ready to go heard the starting gun, and the five wooden stakes outside the carriage began to move.

The four masked people separated in a tacit understanding, and then quickly closed them together, raising their swords to slash at the killer on their heads, and their movements were as fast as lightning. Anyway, with Master Fang's ability, he could not take a single move.

It is not as earth-shaking as described in martial arts novels, fighting for three hundred rounds, or simply defeating enemies and taking lives in one move, nor is it as fancy as in the TV series, flying around the world, which is dazzling.

The moves of the four masked people are very ordinary, just chopping, cutting, cutting, and stabbing, etc. Even Fang Zheng can make these moves, but Fang Zheng knows that he will never be able to do so well. The battle between experts' lives does not depend on how fancy your moves are or how high you fly. It only depends on whether you can use the correct moves at the right time. You cannot use sharpening when you should chop, and you cannot use pushing the window to look at the moon when you should roll.

The killer brother's moves were not very advanced. He just dodged the blades of the four people lightly, and attacked from time to time. Although he did not see the victory, he was not at all inferior.

The five people were fighting fiercely, and it was a good time for Young Master Fang to apply oil to the soles of his feet.

Fang Zheng looked around and saw the gap. He quickly ran out of the car like a rabbit hitting an arrow. Then he ran towards the official road without looking back. It was no longer his business to beat the sky behind him. With the ability of the killer brother to fight against four, it might be more troublesome to defeat them. It must be possible that there is no problem with running away by himself.

When the killer saw Fang Zheng rushing out of the car, his face couldn't help but feel anxious, and his moves were much more messy. The masked four people saw a rare opportunity, and the steel knife attacked the killer like a storm. Then the killer let out a muffled groan, and the knife cut the old long hole in his left arm.

The masked four people looked at each other happily, so three of them continued to attack the killer, but the remaining one took a knife and retreated from the fierce battle, chasing Fang Zheng's escape.

It's a long story, but it's just a matter of the blink of an eye. Fang Zheng hasn't run a few steps away yet.

When Fang Zheng felt that he had run far enough, he looked back inadvertently and almost scared his soul. He saw a masked man chasing him with a knife, and he was only a few steps away from him. Fang Zheng could even see the hideous and violent look in his eyes.

Fang Zheng was so sad and angry. If you want to fight, you go and find the cold killer. Why are you chasing me? Didn’t you just pass by me? Obviously, the main and the secondary are not distinguished. Who will provoke whom I have to fight? - Young Master Fang still stubbornly believes that these four people are seeking revenge on the killer brother.

The masked man's physical strength was obviously much stronger than Fang Zheng, and his running speed was much higher than Fang Zheng. In the blink of an eye, he was one step away from Fang Zheng, and the two were just a knife distance.

Fang Zheng ran away with his life, fear pressing heavily on his heart like a thick iron ingot, making him feel difficult to breathe. Only a voice echoed in his mind: "Am I going to die? Died in this strange era, a strange place..." There has never been a time before, making Fang Zheng feel that death is so close to him, only a knife. Even if he crossed the front and fell into the sewer, he just died on the spot, and did not taste the fear of the god of death sneering and approaching him step by step.

Only the whistling sound of wind and the buzzing sound generated by excessive movement were heard in his ears. Fang Zheng felt that his strength was almost exhausted, and his legs were as heavy as lead. The official road seemed to be right in front of him, but it was as out of reach as a mirage.

The masked man looked like a cat-sports rat, with a hint of grimness flashing in his eyes. He held up the knife while running, and slashed it hard on Fang Zheng's back.

Fortunately, this knife was gone.

Fang Zheng turned around and saw a flash of sword light. He screamed in fear: "Oh my God!"

The legs without strength suddenly had infinite vitality as if they were injected with chicken blood. The potential stimulated by people under the instinct of survival should not be underestimated.

The masked man still slashed his back with one knife. Fang Zheng felt his butt numbness while running, but he didn't feel any pain at all. Then he tripped a stone under his feet, and Fang Zheng fell to the ground.

When the body lost balance, a thought flashed through Fang Zheng's mind: It's over! This time I don't know which era of ghosts I'll go to.

Fatty, Feng Qiudao, his parents... and Changping, Yanran, Xiaolu, Fengjie, and... Fengjie's bellyband...

Fang Zheng suddenly realized that he had so much concern and reluctance for this world. He thought he was just a passerby in this era, but he didn't expect that he had regarded it as his last destination without realizing it. If I die, maybe many people would cry for me, right? Just like in the previous life, every reincarnation can always allow me to gain a lot of things, family affection, love and friendship...

The masked man came forward with a steel knife. Fang Zheng stared at him in a daze, his mind moving rapidly.

At this moment, there is no help in the front and back. It seems that I am dead. Before I die, should I say something to commemorate my short life?

"I have a big scar on my head!" This sentence is inappropriate. At least Fang Zheng doesn't feel that he is not as heroic as he wants to die.

"Good man, please spare me!" This sentence is more in line with Fang Zheng's character, but his momentum is obviously much weaker. Anyway, he is going to die, so he can't die so cowardly.

"Look! There are aliens!" This sentence is even worse. It is meaningless. It can only be used to distract the enemy and run away.

The masked man was getting closer and closer to him. Fang Zheng seemed to be able to smell the bloody smell of his steel knife. The shiny back of the knife reflected the excited and bloodthirsty eyes of the masked man...

Suddenly, Fang Zheng laughed, and he was very happy, happier than winning the five million prize. His face, which had become pale due to excessive fright, quietly climbed up a bit of blush at this moment.

The masked man saw Fang Zheng laughing, subconsciously stunned and fell into a brief confusion. He didn't understand why he could still laugh when he died alone.

Fang Zheng smiled and coughed, regardless of whether the masked man's steel knife was only a few feet away. Then, Fang Zheng struggled to lift his sore arm, pointed to the masked man's back, and said something unexpected to anyone.

"Look! There are aliens!"

The masked man sneered. He had seen such tricks of escaping before his death, so how could he be easily deceived?

The moment the steel knife was raised, Fang Zheng shouted: "If you don't ejaculate, you will have to pay ten times the amount of money!"

Immediately afterwards, a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the masked man glared at the eyes and cracked his eyes. As if he had suddenly had all his strength exhausted, the steel knife he was holding fell down. Then he gradually collapsed and fell to the ground and stopped moving. - On the side of his neck, a knife was inserted obliquely, a very small knife.

The killer's cold face appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes. Fang Zheng smiled weakly at him and said: "I didn't expect that you were practicing Xiao Li - the fucking flying knife..."

Then Fang Zheng fainted.

After continuous frightening and excessive exercise during escape, as well as the exhaustion after knowing that he was saved, Master Fang finally fainted.

When Fang Zheng woke up, he found himself lying on the bed. The bed was big and soft.

The first thought he had woken up was, could I have traveled through time again?

Looking around, the short-footed bed, exquisite candlesticks, and the eight-immortal table with red sandalwood...

I've confirmed that I haven't traveled through time, this is my own room.

A group of people surrounded him, with familiar faces, including his parents, fat men, Changping, Xiaolu, Feng Qiudao, and even Yanran.

——Strange, why did Yanran come? Didn’t she dare not enter the Fang family’s door all the time?

Facing everyone's happy or crying joyfully, Fang Zheng felt warm in his heart. Maybe they are all about me in this world?

Fang Zheng smiled gratefully at everyone and spoke as if he was weak.

“………have all the villagers… been transferred?”

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