Jiangning suburb river bay, houseboat.
"Shoot."
"Let him go!"
"Shoot!"
"You will die miserably!"
"Who are you, why are you tying me?"
"Jiro! His mother-"
"… "
"what have you done!"
"Back off."
The dark hallway of the houseboat has no lights. The subtle fire in the kitchen and the light of the oil lamp in the living room are slightly rendered at both ends, as if a suffocating atmosphere of confrontation. Giant men, crossbows, sharp knives, blood, like dying hostages, water dripping from their feet. past. The giant man was holding a crossbow and shouting angrily, and the hostile aura on his body was completely uncontrollable. Relatively speaking, the figure a few meters away seemed out of proportion to him, but that hand just held the sharp knife quietly and hooked it. on that throat.
When the rage and threats of the giant passed over, the response came directly. The voice was neither fierce nor frivolous. It was short, quiet and steady, like a pillar firmly fixed in the rapids. At one time it seemed to be swept away by the water, but the next moment the water splashed, it was still there without any change. Almost at the moment when every word of the giant man fell, the response came immediately, without the slightest hesitation or sloppy water, for a while, the anger of the giant man was suppressed back.
The figure took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "What's wrong with you putting them..."
"you guess."
"What's wrong-"
The roar was deafening, but the response came back under the sound, quietly and quickly: "If you like it, guess again."
The giant man's teeth trembled, looking at the figure, as if he was going to swallow the other person alive with his eyes, and then took a deep breath and finally took a step back.
"I took a look..."
"That's good." The only way to get out is in the living room. Ning Yi looked at that step and replied coldly, pushing the swaying hostage forward a step, and then the other party slowly took another step back...
"If they're okay, there's something to talk about."
"it is good."
"Just don't die."
"it is good."
"...Otherwise I swear to kill your whole family!"
"it is good."
"I will skin you and make you die!"
"it is good."
"Ning Yi! Ning Liheng!"
Just a few steps away, a few conversations, and a casual and perfunctory answer, the giant man had already arrived at the door of the living room, the light was shining on his side, and his expression seemed to twitch as he shouted. Obviously, he was extremely angry for such an answer. As usual, these scholars would be horrified when they met him on the road.
Behind the hostage, he was only cautiously showing only one eye to look at the scholar in front. At this time, he tilted his head and looked at him coldly. However, after a while, he realized that the other party was not because he shouted that. What does the name mean? He looked at him with his eyes, and then said word by word: "... Keep retreating, keep talking, don't. Stop. Stop."
Yang Yi slowly turned around and stepped back across the threshold separating the living room from the corridor.
The bean-like lights flickered in the living room, covering his huge black shadow towards the door, and right next to the door, Yang Heng hid there with a steel knife, and exchanged a look with him who was still retreating, From the moment he heard the first sentence, he did not rush into the passage inside, but stood by the door ready to respond. In the corridor, Ning Yi watched the transformation of the shadow, and pushed the hostage forward. At this time, they could not see each other.
"Who came for you?"
"OK! Yes! OK! Rules!"
Yang Yi stepped back with the crossbow and kicked a stool over.
"You must not run away!"
"Um."
"This is outside the city, no one will come to save you!"
"Oh."
"Leave this room and you're still dead!"
"it is good."
"I admit to misunderstanding, but you are just a scholar, you will be afraid! Take one wrong step... and you will die!"
Ning Yi's figure appeared at the door, looked at him coldly, and turned the hostage in one direction. Yang Yi shook his head.
"I, Yang Yi, can admit it! As long as you keep me in the Yang family, everything has to be discussed."
The lights were dim, and the room seemed to have become darker due to the confrontation. Yang Heng by the door was leaning against the wall, his steel knife in his hand, and his eyes were vigilant. Next to him, Ning Yi was about to push the hostages in. The sharp knife was still on it, and he quietly looked at the hand holding the knife.
At the table in the distance, Yang Yi's expression slowed down: "I, Yang Yi, speak what I say."
Stepping in, Wei Wei's tone of voice suddenly rang: "How to talk?"
It was also at this moment that the confrontational atmosphere seemed to be at its lowest level. By the wall, Yang Heng moved the five fingers of his left hand slightly, preparing to lift it up slightly, and at the next moment, the sound of violent drinking suddenly picked up.
"Look great-"
"Be careful-"
The atmosphere that had been slightly lowered suddenly rose to a peak. This was the first time that a scholar named Ning Yi shouted out. The lamp shadow shook, the figure shook, the wind whistled, and the black shadow slammed towards Yang Heng. Raising the knife, the straw rope broke in the air.
The crock pot was spinning and fluttering, and Yang Heng drew closer, and he subconsciously raised his elbow.
boom-
"Ahhh-"
"Fuck you—"
"Shoot-"
"I am going to kill you-"
"You're dead, you're dead!"
"Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger—"
In the dim light and shadow of the room, the fragments of the crock slammed into all directions in the darkness, and the boiling oil rushed towards Yang Heng's upper body. Suddenly, with the burning sound of zizi, Yang Yi instantly raised his crossbow, furious. There was no sign of relaxation in the drinking room, and he was about to rush over immediately. Ning Yi pushed the hostage a few steps and rushed into the room, then pulled the person back to the corner to the side.
The voices of the three people in the whole room rang together. Yang Heng's elbows and upper body blocked a lot of boiling oil, not directly hitting his head, but one eye was still affected. It was summer, and he wore it. He was only wearing a single coat. At this time, half of his body was soaked by the boiling oil. In the screaming, he slashed a stool next to him with a knife. He could still shout and curse out of his mouth, and blisters appeared on his face. like a monster! Seeing that he was about to pounce at any time, Yang Yi shook his head vigorously.
"I don't believe you'll let him go now—"
"He dare not kill Dalang! He dare not kill Dalang!"
"Come on, try it, why don't you pull the trigger!"
"I won't let you out."
"Kill him!"
"Come here, no matter what happens to me, as long as there is a problem, this knife will snap his neck as soon as possible..."
"You can't walk out of this door today!"
"Block the door!"
"His windpipe would be torn open, blood would come out of his throat, more foam, and of course your son would feel pain, and then he would find himself unable to breathe..."
"If he dies, you die..."
"I cut off your hand—"
"Do you know what it's like to be unable to breathe? Imagine, like a fish out of water, his whole body twitches, his hands and feet move around, his neck has been cut open, and he may even pick it up with his hands, Then there will be more blood and more blood on the hands and body, until he has no feeling at all, you may drink a cup of tea and watch this process slowly! Come on!"
"You will surely die worse than him!"
"But he's your son!"
The three people in the room are like the three endpoints of the confrontation, moving occasionally to maintain a distance. They spoke very fast to each other. Yang Yi held the crossbow to block the door and looked resolute. The crossbow swayed and tried to aim at Ning Yi's vital point. The hideous-looking Yang Heng was fierce and fierce. Han, Yang Heng was even trying to pounce during the anger, but Ning Yi slightly adjusted his direction, and he backed away.
"I won't tell you any more conditions, you won't let my son go!"
"He would never dare to do it!"
"If you move, I will move!"
"No one wants to go out today."
"Look how long I can hold out or your son can hold out long..."
"Oh-"
Yang Heng shouted suddenly, and he seemed to rush up with his knife. Ning Yi took out something with his left hand behind his back, and shook the room with a little spark: "Come on!" It was a fire brought from the kitchen. Fold. Yang Heng had a ferocious face, stopped his steps, and shouted, "Throw it!"
"Of course I will throw it."
"Then throw it over here!"
"There's something you've been..."
Yang Heng rushed out a step, Ning Yi waved his hand, and he suddenly stopped and retreated to the rear, but the Huo Zhezi didn't really throw it out. After repeating this several times, the tower-like giant seemed to be willing to go out and kept trying. Chao Ning Yi approached. He was also determined that Ning Yi would not dare to kill the hostages at the last moment, creating chaos and flaws. Ning Yi was also shifting his position with a knife in his right hand holding the hostages. Not far away, Yang Yi was vigilant with a crossbow. After exchanging a glance with Yang Yi, Yang Heng suddenly rushed out.
The tension in the room was extremely high, the three of them were all tense, Ning Yi waved, Yang Heng moved again, followed by another loud shout, Yang Heng and Yang Yi staggered each other's positions, and Huo Zhezi let go. He came out and flew towards Yang Heng.
Over there, Yang Yi's speed was even faster, and he kicked a stool, and the fire zhezi was knocked out. Yang Heng rushed over without reservation, and Ning Yi grabbed it with his backhand and grabbed the oil lamp on the side pillar. The next moment, the oil lamp was not pulled, and the lamp was actually nailed to the post. Yang Heng is approaching! He grabbed the sharp knife resting on his nephew's neck. Yang Yi kicked away the stool that was blocking the way, and at the same time approached with force!
Ning Yi's left hand brushed into the oil lamp, and it splashed out wrapped in kerosene.
The room was dark for a moment, Yang Heng grabbed the sharp knife with his left hand and pulled it away, and the next moment, the dim fire lighted up between Ning Yi and Yang Heng.
boom-
The flame rises and blooms! Jump in both directions!
At this moment, Ning Yi used the wick and kerosene to ignite the opponent's body, and at the same time, ignited his left hand.
In the blaze of fire, Yang Heng's screams, but his hand still pulled the sharp knife away from his nephew's neck. Ning Yi pulled the knife with force, blood blazing in the fire, and on the other side, Yang Yi was approaching, Reaching out his hand and facing the crossbow, Ning Yi let go of the hostages, rushed to the side, and slashed Yang Heng's head with his knife.
"Ahhh..."
"Ah ah-"
"what-"
The crossbow arrow flew past Ning Yi's back, Yang Heng's body ignited the scream of flames, Yang Yi's shout, and the sound of Ning Yi's vigorously swinging the knife sounded together. Yang Yi seized the opportunity, grabbed his son's shoulder and pushed it aside. When he tried to grab Ning Yi, he was in the air. Ning Yi was originally rushing in the direction of Yang Heng to swing the knife, but now he followed him. The son rushed out together, but he couldn't react for a while. He watched the flames ignite on his brother's body, and a sharp knife was deeply embedded in his head. When he chased Ning Yi and his son, he was surprised to find the relationship between the two. It was tied with a rope.
The blood-covered scholar almost pushed his son to the other side of the room, then turned around, pulled out an iron rod from behind his right hand and pressed it against his son's throat again, looking over here.
Yang Heng took a few steps back and fell to the ground in the flames. The flames were not fatal. If he rushed out and jumped into the river, it would not be fatal, but Ning Yi took advantage of his sudden panic and slashed on the top of his head relentlessly, but it was deadly enough.
Everyone was calculating, just now Yang Heng and Yang Yi showed some flaws, and Ning Yi threw the Huozhezi. If Ning Yi hadn't walked to the oil lamp at the time, he probably wouldn't have thrown it so easily. After all, this room belonged to the Yang brothers. They knew that the oil lamp was fixed, but the scholar certainly didn't. Yang Heng took a risk with himself, just to take advantage of this moment of hesitation to break the game. Who would have guessed that the scholar's reaction could be so fierce in an instant, and he directly ignited his hand to point at the opponent.
At the other end of the room, he was still holding the hostage in front of him, his left hand was grabbing the opponent's chest, but the flames were still burning. Looking at each other, the burning left hand slapped the hostage a few times, and then slapped himself again. The kerosene stained his arm and wrist, and it could not be extinguished for a while. Yang Yi watched his hand wave again in the air, and then suddenly clenched it into a fist and waved backhand.
Boom.
The back was originally a black-tiled wine jar. The wine jar was large, and the walls of the altar were burned very thickly. I don’t know how much effort I had to put out to break the wine jar with one punch. . The wine rushed out suddenly, and he extinguished the flames in the left arm in the wine, making a sizzling sound, the whole hand was shaking slightly, and it looked like it was useless.
However, the cold look in the eyes and the right hand holding the iron rod against the son's throat didn't even move, only the frown twitched a few times...