Just when I was thinking about whether to put out the fire or escape from here quickly, I saw a fireman running out of the fire, his whole body burning with flames. It seemed that he was carrying someone on his shoulders and running rapidly towards the northwest.
“Dad…” Ma Yunxi shouted anxiously and chased after the man.
He turned out to be Ma Zili. He turned a deaf ear to Ma Yunxi's shouts and ran forward without stopping. We also hurried forward and ran forward for more than 200 meters. We heard a "splash" and the fire in front of us disappeared. Maybe he jumped into the water. When we ran to the front, we saw a mountain stream and two black shadows lying in the water, panting.
"Dad, how are you?" Ma Yunxi asked with concern while standing by the stream.
"I'm fine. Your uncle Liang might have been injured. Do you have any medicine with him?" Ma Ziri said breathlessly.
"Take it with you." Ma Yunxi said as he lit a candle, took out a paper bag from his body and handed it to his father.
By candlelight, it was seen that Ma Zili's hair and clothes were almost completely burned, his body was covered with blood blisters, and his entire face was covered with blood. Fortunately, his lower body was hidden in the stream, so it did not embarrass Shen Bing. Next to him, an old man was lying in the water, with only his head exposed. His situation was better than Ma Zili's, he still had hair, his face was covered with blisters, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was very weak.
This old man looked very familiar. I suddenly remembered that he was a member of the first team of corpse drivers and was once beaten by a terrifying ghost in the corpse inn. Why is his last name Liang? I suddenly became interested in his last name. Could it be related to Lao Liang
Ma Zili's hands were wet, so after grabbing the medicine bag, he soaked the paper bag, quickly pried open the old man's mouth, put some of the medicine powder in, and poured some water in with his hands. Then he handed the remaining medicine back, and Ma Yunxi took out a handkerchief to wrap it up.
Ma Zili said to his daughter, "Yunxi, quickly find some clothes and come over. We need to bring your Uncle Liang home for treatment, otherwise this medicine won't last long."
Ma Yunxi opened her eyes wide and asked him, "Our house has been burned down, don't you know?"
"What? Our house was burned down?" Ma Zili gritted his teeth in anger and cursed, "It must have been Mei Ruoqi who did it!"
"Who is Mei Ruoqi?" Ma Yunxi asked curiously.
I couldn't help but wonder, could it be the descendant of the Mei School of Sheling Mountain? I took off my shirt and winked at Lu Fei, who also took off his shirt in a bad mood and gave it to Ma Yunxi.
"Wear your shirts as aprons and find a place to talk before you come out." After I said that to them, I turned around to look at the fire behind us. I was deeply worried, wondering if the fire would set all the nearby forests on fire.
Ma Zili took the clothes from his daughter and said bitterly, "Mei Ruoqi is the descendant of the Mei School. For many years, he has been trying to destroy our corpse-driving gang, collecting ghosts and accumulating resentment to create evil ghosts."
When Shen Bing saw them putting on clothes, she was so scared that she turned around quickly.
When I heard this, I wondered if this was how ghosts were created? Is this Mei Ruoqi a bald man? I hurriedly asked him, "What kind of person is Mei Ruoqi? Does he know the art of soul separation?"
"What kind of spell is the Soul Separation Technique?" Ma Zili was stunned and hurriedly tied the clothes around his waist.
He actually didn't know the Soul Separation Technique. This might be the secret of the Mei School, which outsiders might not know. But how could the secret appear in the ancient books of Maoshan
Ma Zili also tied the shirt around his senior brother's waist, carried him out of the water, and held something for Ma Yunxi to hold. I saw the thing clearly, and my heart was shocked. It was a pipe, exactly the same as the one Lao Liang used.
I reached out to Ma Yunxi and said, "Can I take a look at this?"
Ma Yunxi nodded and gave it to me. I took it and looked at it carefully. Because the candlelight was not very bright and it was shaking constantly, it was difficult to tell whether this pipe was Lao Liang's. But after smelling it, the strong aroma of tobacco was very familiar. Yan Xiang once said that this was Yabuli tobacco. After I returned the pipe to Ma Yunxi, I thought that in the Xiangxi mountainous area, it was impossible for anyone to buy tobacco from the Northeast. This pipe must be Lao Liang's!
But why did Lao Liang's pipe end up in Ma Zili's hands? Just when he was thinking whether to put out the fire or flee from here, he saw a burning man running out of the fire, his whole body burning with flames, and it seemed that he was carrying a person on his shoulders, running rapidly towards the northwest.
“Dad…” Ma Yunxi shouted anxiously and chased after the man.
He turned out to be Ma Zili. He turned a deaf ear to Ma Yunxi's shouts and ran forward without stopping. We also hurried forward and ran forward for more than 200 meters. We heard a "splash" and the fire in front of us disappeared. Maybe he jumped into the water. When we ran to the front, we saw a mountain stream and two black shadows lying in the water, panting.
"Dad, how are you?" Ma Yunxi asked with concern while standing by the stream.
"I'm fine. Your uncle Liang might have been injured. Do you have any medicine with him?" Ma Ziri said breathlessly.
"Take it with you." Ma Yunxi said as he lit a candle, took out a paper bag from his body and handed it to his father.
By candlelight, it was seen that Ma Zili's hair and clothes were almost completely burned, his body was covered with blood blisters, and his entire face was covered with blood. Fortunately, his lower body was hidden in the stream, so it did not embarrass Shen Bing. Next to him, an old man was lying in the water, with only his head exposed. His situation was better than Ma Zili's, he still had hair, his face was covered with blisters, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was very weak.
This old man looked very familiar. I suddenly remembered that he was a member of the first team of corpse drivers and was once beaten by a terrifying ghost in the corpse inn. Why is his last name Liang? I suddenly became interested in his last name. Could it be related to Lao Liang
Ma Zili's hands were wet, so after grabbing the medicine bag, he soaked the paper bag, quickly pried open the old man's mouth, put some of the medicine powder in, and poured some water in with his hands. Then he handed the remaining medicine back, and Ma Yunxi took out a handkerchief to wrap it up.
Ma Zili said to his daughter, "Yunxi, quickly find some clothes and come over. We need to bring your Uncle Liang home for treatment, otherwise this medicine won't last long."
Ma Yunxi opened her eyes wide and asked him, "Our house has been burned down, don't you know?"
"What? Our house was burned down?" Ma Zili gritted his teeth in anger and cursed, "It must have been Mei Ruoqi who did it!"
"Who is Mei Ruoqi?" Ma Yunxi asked curiously.
I couldn't help but wonder, could it be the descendant of the Mei School of Sheling Mountain? I took off my shirt and winked at Lu Fei, who also took off his shirt in a bad mood and gave it to Ma Yunxi.
"Wear your shirts as aprons and find a place to talk before you come out." After I said that to them, I turned around to look at the fire behind us. I was deeply worried, wondering if the fire would set all the nearby forests on fire.
Ma Zili took the clothes from his daughter and said bitterly, "Mei Ruoqi is the descendant of the Mei School. For many years, he has been trying to destroy our corpse-driving gang, collecting ghosts and accumulating resentment to create evil ghosts."
When Shen Bing saw them putting on clothes, she was so scared that she turned around quickly.
When I heard this, I wondered if this was how ghosts were created? Is this Mei Ruoqi a bald man? I hurriedly asked him, "What kind of person is Mei Ruoqi? Does he know the art of soul separation?"
"What kind of spell is the Soul Separation Technique?" Ma Zili was stunned and hurriedly tied the clothes around his waist.
He actually didn't know the Soul Separation Technique. This might be the secret of the Mei School, which outsiders might not know. But how could the secret appear in the ancient books of Maoshan
Ma Zili also tied the shirt around his senior brother's waist, carried him out of the water, and held something for Ma Yunxi to hold. I saw the thing clearly, and my heart was shocked. It was a pipe, exactly the same as the one Lao Liang used.
I reached out to Ma Yunxi and said, "Can I take a look at this?"
Ma Yunxi nodded and gave it to me. I took it and looked at it carefully. Because the candlelight was not very bright and it was shaking constantly, it was difficult to tell whether this pipe was Lao Liang's. But after smelling it, the strong aroma of tobacco was very familiar. Yan Xiang once said that this was Yabuli tobacco. After I returned the pipe to Ma Yunxi, I thought that in the Xiangxi mountainous area, it was impossible for anyone to buy tobacco from the Northeast. This pipe must be Lao Liang's!
But why did Lao Liang’s pipe end up in Ma Ziri’s hands