Three oil lamps went out one after another.
There are only two lights left.
The old Taoist priest held on to his body and held the silver needle steady.
If all the oil lamps go out, the old warlord will be completely corrupted.
"Old man, you're still lucky!" Zhao Zhishan snatched the gun from the guard next to him, holding the black pistol in both hands, and shot indiscriminately in the front.
"Go to hell, all you old fogies!"
In order to save the old Taoist priest's life, Su Qingyu immediately ordered: "Youyou, kill Zhao Zhishan."
But Youyou did not rush towards Zhao Zhishan at the first time. Instead, she ran to Su Qingyu's side and tied a red balloon on her wrist. The balloon instantly carried Su Qingyu up, avoiding the bullet that Zhao Zhishan shot at her.
"My dear master, you are so fragile. If you are hit by those small steel balls, you will die."
Red Weird has its own independent thoughts.
Youyou let go of the balloon, and the balloon carried Su Qingyu to the ceiling.
He felt that his master's life came first.
Su Qingyu really doesn't have the ability to catch the bullet with his bare hands.
"Youyou... go quickly! Uh..."
Too late!
Su Qingyu looked down at the chaotic birthday banquet.
The poor old Taoist priest had been shot to pieces by Zhao Zhishan. He lay in a pool of blood, his yellow Taoist robe stained red with blood, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.
Youyou twisted Zhao Zhishan's head off and tossed it around in the air as if it were a small ball.
Zhao Zhishan only felt a chill on his neck, and then a bloody mist appeared in front of his eyes.
Before he died, he thought about his unfulfilled ambitions.
It's just a little bit off.
Just a little bit and the things in the basement can be grown.
…
Zhao Zhili wailed in pain: "Third brother!"
He staggered forward, hugged Zhao Zhishan's headless body, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Although Zhao Zhili had conflicts with Zhao Zhishan, he did not want his younger brother to die.
Although their philosophies are different, blood ties are an unbreakable bond.
Now that Zhao Zhishan was killed, he felt heartbroken.
He is sad and he is also cowardly.
Just like back then, when the old governor sent him to close the city gate, he hesitated to move forward, and it was Zhao Zhiyan who took on this task for him and also carried his fate.
It should be him who had his mouth sewn shut, not his older brother.
Back then, he had witnessed with his own eyes that his eldest brother’s mouth was sewn up by the old warlord because he questioned whether the old warlord was his real father.
The old warlord didn't allow the eldest brother to speak in public.
Zhao Zhili saw it.
At the same time, the old commander-in-chief also saw Zhao Zhili hiding in the dark.
He questioned the old commander-in-chief why he treated his elder brother like this.
The old commander did not explain but gave him the bottle of blueberry juice and told him that if he dropped the blueberry juice into the wine and drank them together, he would be able to see the truth of this world.
Zhao Zhili did as the old commander-in-chief said. Later, he saw Ping'an City shrouded in evil spirit, and he also saw the extremely oppressive black fog outside the city.
The beggars in the city were not infected with zombie disease at all, but were swallowed by the black air and turned into monsters.