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Wang Hui suffered a serious illness when he was in his twenties. After recovering from the illness, he developed a problem, dysentery.
White spots swept across the top of his head like a plague, so that in this grade, which was less than thirty years old, the hair on the top of his head was sparse, with a few pieces falling off on the left side and a few pieces falling off on the right side. In the end, the grade that should have had black hair, Not to mention a lot of white hair, the hair on his head looks like a rotten vegetable patch, which is as ugly as possible.
In the eyes of outsiders, such hair is naturally weird. Wang Hui didn't bother to treat it, so he simply let it develop, and it got worse and worse, leading to what it is now. Walking in the snow of Baishi Mountain, Wang Hui felt that his hair was My head seems to feel colder than others.
He held a wooden stick in his hand and waved it as he walked, sweeping away all the obstacles in front of him. He waved a branch and stick in his hand vigorously, as if venting the anger in his heart.
"I'm so damn full that I went to this ghost place in the backcountry, where there is snow and stones outside the forest!" Wang Hui muttered in his mouth, and he didn't have the slightest kindness towards Baishi Mountain.
If Xia Sanjiang wasn't his boss, and the third fat man was indeed a ruthless person, he never left any room for anything, and his tactics were very dark. Even a few years ago, when a younger brother stole his money, the third fat man took that person's money. The fingers were cut off raw and fed to the dog in front of him.
Such thunderous methods also made people like Wang Hui, who were working under the three fat men, fearful of this man.
Under the high pressure and thunderous tactics, Wang Hui did not dare to resist, so even though he was extremely reluctant, he still walked into the forest with the broken wooden stick in his hand.
"This ghost place, just out of the forest is just rocks, there is not even a shadow of ghosts!" Wang Hui muttered in his mouth, while walking forward in a muffled voice.
"Perhaps Lao Keba was just unlucky and fell into a cave."
In Wang Hui's opinion, human life is despised. People like them who have no great culture and no skills can only get around in this world with their bravery, ruthlessness and brute force. Pin it on your waistband, and at the very least, it's nothing more than living a precarious life.
One foot has stepped into the coffin, and the other half of the body is still inside the artillery station.
Wang Hui was walking with his heart in mind. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed through the forest not far away.
He blinked, wondering if he had seen too much stone forest and white snow for several days in a row, and his eyes were hallucinating. He opened his eyes and looked carefully.
Where there was a black shadow just now, there was not even a ghost, just trees or trees, or stones and snow.
"Fuck it! Let's go!"
Wang Hui muttered, turned around and planned to walk back.
But before he even took a step out, suddenly, a huge black shadow fell from the sky.
Wang Hui subconsciously turned sideways. He had been in prison and had eaten prison food in the early years. He had already learned the bad habits of being humble and humble. At the same time, he also knew some three punches and two kicks that were not on the stage. .
The body's muscle memory instinct to dodge sideways, but the moment he passed by, the huge black shadow had already fallen from the sky!
Not a human being, not an animal.
Rather, it was a rope entangled with rattan and bark, barely binding and fixing a stone the size of a washbasin! The flexibility of the rattan and tree bark is extremely strong, allowing the rope to produce a strong and powerful force when it is suddenly released when it is stretched straight.
This power was so fast that Wang Hui didn't even hear the rattling sound of the rattan and bark being tightened, and the rocks were already released!
The surface of the stone wrapped with felt and rattan is interspersed with countless trees and branches. The entire boulder is like a flying bolas.
Wang Hui avoided a large area of ????the stone, but he could not avoid the thorns and sharp branches of the flying boulder!
Peng!
The next second, a cloud of blood mist exploded above the white snow.
The blood mist scattered in the air, and the human skin, flesh, and muscles were suddenly shattered by the impact, just like a red firework exploding in the forest. Wang Hui didn't even have time to shout, and half of his head was already smashed by the heaven-defying weapon. The popular hammer that exists in general has been smashed to pieces.
When a living person turns into a corpse in an instant.
Chen Yang just walked out from the depths of the jungle, and it was seen that he was wearing a robe made of roe deer skin. Although it is sheltered from wind and rain, it still looks very ugly.Filled with the blood and mud of the roe deer, he looked like a beggar.
He carried several branches sharpened with knives on his back, and held a newly made short bow in his hand, with arrows on the string. He exuded a rough and wild temperament like a wild hunter.
He walked up to Wang Hui and took a look at the half-crushed head. The brains and blood inside the skull looked like tofu curd mixed with strawberry juice. It was really nauseating to look at.
There was a pungent smell of blood in the air, which made Chen Yang feel a little uncomfortable. After all, a life disappeared from his own hands.
He returned to the edge of the trap and re-tied, fixed, and wound the bolas trap made of a boulder between two trees.
After finishing his work, Chen Yang put away the arrows in his hand and escaped into the snow and mountains again.
Ten minutes later, about a few miles away on the mountain road, the three fat men woke up and looked around. He suddenly stopped, narrowed his eyes, and frowned.
"What's wrong, third brother?" Xia Sanjiang asked.
"There's a problem, go back!" The third fat man didn't say much, turned around and walked back.
But after walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a sharp cry from the forest. The voice was full of desperate harshness, which made people's hair stand on end and goosebumps fell all over the place.
Xia Sanjiang was a man who never believed in the nonsense of a god standing tall and tall, but at this moment, when he heard the scream, the tearing sound made Xia Sanjiang's heart seem to be torn apart. stand up.
He and the three fat men quickened their pace and hurried back. When they returned to their camp, what they saw was a mess.
The companion who stayed behind in the camp had a broken leg, a bloody hole in his heart, and a bloody hole in his neck, all of which were fatal injuries.
Xia Sanjiang has seen blood, and he is also a person who lives his life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, but when he saw this, he couldn't help but feel his heart twitch.
What kind of devil can do such a cruel thing? Xia Sanjiang calls himself a fierce man, but it is difficult for him to do such a thing!
"A puncture wound from a screwdriver?" Xia Sanjiang asked.
"No, like wood?" The three fat men said suspiciously, picked up the whistle and blew it.
Suddenly, his whistle resounded throughout Baishi Mountain.
Ten minutes later, only two of the brothers who had gone out to look for Lao Keba came back.
"Where's the dysentery?" Wang Hui looked at the two brothers who came back and suddenly became nervous.
Years of wandering around and wandering around gave him a keen insight into danger. The three fat guys immediately knew that Wang Hui, the scabrous man who had not returned, was probably in danger. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com