Chapter 61
Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 61
2020-11-07
Chapter 61 Turns out it was youAt night, the disciplines divide their work, and someone lights a lantern on the boat, illuminating the two sides of the strait as if During the day, there are also a few disciplines disembarking and ashore, mixing with the pickled corpse team to walk, monitoring nearby.
As the discipline of the King Wheel, although they really can't learn it, they usually do things and are rewarded with some superficial means.
The pickled corpses walked as usual, without the slightest natural phenomenon, time passed by, the discs hidden in them gradually felt tired and let down their vigilance.
Suddenly, the companions on the boat warned, "Quick, something is bad!"
The sleepy discs suddenly woke up, seeing the silhouette in front of them, tight and tight. There are seven or eight less pickled corpses staring at.
"Someone stole the pickled corpse!"
On the wooden boat, the disciplines were divided into two groups, one group went to tell Wang Zhuan Lun, and the rest rushed to the shore, chasing after the stolen The thief who pickled the corpse.
"What a thief, dare to steal the master's pickled corpse!"
Wang Zhuanlun heard this, his eyebrows were raised, and an evil fire rose in the mind.
The method of concocting the corpse is his own, and the most important thing is the secret medicine - salt.
The so-called French salt is actually made from various medicine ingredients, and even if it is damaged and scrapped, it costs a lot to make a pickled corpse.
Selling illicit salt is a lucrative business, but the profits are eventually converted into hundreds of pickled corpses in front of you, which shows how expensive it is.
Not to mention the loss of dozens of pieces, even if one piece is lost, Wang Zhuanlun is reluctant to part with it.
Now that the thief was finally found, Wang Zhuanlun pushed the disc away, leaped, and a breeze supported his body, fluttering on the shore.
“en!”
The several disciplines that had been caught up earlier had turned into cold corpses. Obviously, the thieves were not weak.
Wang Zhuanlun sneered, these people were called Disciples, but they were actually slaves.
"I want to see, who are you?"
Wang Zhuanlun stepped forward quickly, the breeze under his feet helped, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
There was a faint chatter in front of him, Wang Zhuanlun thought to himself, how dare you talk in a distracted way without running for your life in a hurry.
As he approached, he finally heard the content of the conversation vaguely.
"Fang Dou brother, although your guerrilla tactics are effective, we are killing small shrimps, and the real thieves have not yet seen!"
" Brother Qi, you don't know, the essence of fighting guerrillas is to accumulate more, kill a few scoundrels today, hand over a few guns tomorrow, accumulated over a long period of time to bleed him.
The enemy is getting weaker and weaker, and the more I fight, the stronger I am, and when he really feels pain, he is not far from dying!"
Wang Zhuan Lun heard this, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.
Immediately, he jumped like a thunderbolt, and it makes sense. You dare to use a dull knife to bleed Lao Tzu. Are you tired and crooked?
These days, the pickled corpse disappeared one after another, and the disciples who went out to search were also killed one after another.
The person who can come up with such a bad move, Wang Zhuan, ashamed of being inferior, has a strong desire to kill, "Since you let me know, I will spare you!"
Wang Turning the wheel to look back at the shore, the pickled corpses were already rushing towards them one after another, but there was still a long way to go.
He originally wanted to gather the pickled corpses so that the enemy would be wiped out in the future, but at this moment, he couldn't wait, and was eager to take action to leave the two behind.
These two are as slippery as snakes. If they let go this time, it will take a lot of energy to catch up.
"You daring rat, pay me with your life!"
The king runner loudly shouted, drawing out the power of the rune in his chest, the air began to condense, forming an invisible big hand to cover down .
The two silhouettes froze at the same time, already falling into his palm.
"Haha..., ah!"
Wang Zhuanlun just smiled proudly, and suddenly screamed.
The soft ground under his feet was suddenly drilled, and a dark shadow gu gu rose up, like a night walker, a crow.
This crow is unusual. It can hide in the ground. When it flew into the air and was flush with the shoulders of the king wheel, it suddenly stretched out its sharp claws and hooked the pipa bone of the king wheel.
The king wheel was about to send out bloody fire and melted the crow, when suddenly I heard the sound of the gear turning.
The crow's abdomen split open, revealing the inner cavity full of delicate mechanisms, the gears turned frantically, and when it grew to a certain limit, the whole body began to all split up and in pieces.
Rumbling, this crow was actually a firearm, and it exploded into a fireball with a diameter of ten meters in the blink of an eye, covering the king wheel.
"It's done!"
Fang Dou and Qilie turned around and saw the fire raging, burning continuously around one silhouette.
They deliberately brought the king wheel in order to ambush at this moment.
"Brother Qi, your 'Shen Huo Flying Crow' is really amazing, do you still have it?"
Qi Lie spread his hands, "This is my trump card baby, or I have it. With the help of a descendant of the Mo family, he fused firearms with mechanical techniques to create a sharp weapon."
He looked towards the direction of Wang Zhuanlun, "Enough for him to drink a pot!"
Suddenly, a mass of airflow exploded in the center of the fire, and the flames drifted all around.
Wang Zhuan Lun came with a burnt face, a rune winding around his body, repelling the surrounding heat and fire.
"Qilie, and you bald donkey, you are really good to plot against."
"Since the old man is not dead, you two should suffer!"
Wang Zhuan Lun shouted, and countless black shadows rushed in this direction. Those pickled corpses were strong as an ox, walking as fast as a gust of wind, and killed them in a blink of an eye.
The sky is full of poisonous law salts.
"Dare to come!"
Qi Lie rolled up his sleeves and was about to go forward desperately, but was held back by Fang Dou.
"If you can't fight, run away, this is also the essence of fighting guerrillas!"
Wang Zhuanlun was stunned for a moment, then looked up to the sky and roared, his voice echoing all around.
"Qi Lie, you are a famous knight-errant anyway, but you ran away without fighting, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"
Under the wilderness, there is no People responded, only echoes burst into waves, gradually fading away.
Fang Dou and Qilie escaped after much tossing around in the middle of the night.
Wang Zhuanlun counted the pickled corpses, and there were thirty-four fewer, and his nose was crooked with anger.
He finally felt the viciousness of guerrilla warfare, like a mad dog, if you don't want to ignore it, it will come to bite you, and suddenly bite down a piece of flesh and blood, but if you want to chase, it has Run away quickly so you can't catch up.
In the long run, the attacked party will only slowly bleed and weaken, and finally fall into the opponent's hands.
"No way!"
Wang Zhuanlun shuddered, and began to change his mind. He gathered the pickled corpses by his side, traveled by boat, and did not dare to disperse across the strait.
After a few days, they walked several dozen li, and Fang Dou and Qilie never attacked.
Wang Zhuanlun thought that the two of them left voluntarily for some reason.
But here comes the attack.
The giant crocodile broke out of the water and flew to a height of ten meters.
In the past, the king's runner put all the pickled corpses on the boat to prevent loss, but now the wooden boat is falling apart, and a large number of pickled corpses are thrown into the water like dumplings.
Wang Zhuanlun was angry, and pointed at the many pickled corpses behind him, and pointed at the giant crocodile, "Destroy him for me!"
The giant crocodile showed a wretched smile, and turned into a crocodile on the spot. rays of light, disappear into the water without a trace.
It's guerrilla warfare again!
Wang Zhuanlun roared up to the sky, blood dripping from his eyes.
(end of this chapter)