The big men on the outside are constantly turning. In this way, the crowd is also fast and slow, and it is inevitable that flaws will be exposed.
Fu Yunge saw the right opportunity, slashed his sword horizontally, and struck like lightning, instantly piercing the throat of a big man!
At the same time, a loophole in the crowd suddenly appeared, and Fu Yunge immediately shouted: "Let's go!"
Chong Daocheng and the villagers felt reassured by Fu Yunge's sudden command. Everyone immediately followed Fu Yunge's offensive and began to rush out together.
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The battle in Pazhuang is in full swing. Looking at Chaoyun Street from a distance, the raging fire covering the sky ignites the silent dusk. At this time, on the main street where the fire broke out, the crowd was already noisy and the scene was chaotic.
The big man who was still fighting on the street just now gradually fell into a disadvantage due to the arrival of Poinsettia and others. But they seemed to have planned it, taking advantage of the out-of-control flames spreading wantonly among the shops and everyone was busy putting out the fire, and started to retreat in a planned way.
Poinsettia and Zuichenxiang pursued for a short distance, but in the end because the fire was too strong, they had to withdraw to help everyone put out the fire.
There are many street merchants in the residential areas of the street. When they saw their shops on fire, they all ran out of their homes to put out the fire. Suddenly the street was bustling with people, mixed crowds poured onto the streets, and the chaos was out of control.
In the large shopping mall, Dongfang Shiming and the curator felt a little calmer when they heard that the sounds of fighting outside gradually became less frequent.
After staying for a while, Dongfang Shiming wanted to go out and take a look. After all, once the situation outside improved, the guests hiding inside would be able to escape. Taking into account the rising unease inside, the curator agreed to his request.
As soon as Dongfang Shiming walked to the door, several injured guards rushed in. Dongfang Shiming quickly stopped them and asked about the situation outside.
"The crisis is basically over..." a guard gasped.
"They have all retreated. They are already... safe..." The other guard's condition was even worse. He seemed to have suffered trauma to his internal organs and was speaking intermittently.
Dongfang Shiming nodded and asked them to quickly tell the curator and others about the situation. He strode out the door to check the details outside.
The sky outside was already dimly dark, and the first thing Dongfang Shiming noticed was the dancing firelight that was particularly conspicuous in the night.
A fire breaks out in the street. It seems that Jiuche Xiaoying's goal of destroying the street has been achieved.
There were several pairs of figures fighting fiercely in the distance of the big business building, but it seemed that none of the big men wanted to fight, and they were retreating while fighting. The direction they chose to retreat to was the auxiliary dock.
Are they leaving by boat? Why, who gave the order? Dongfang Shiming looked into the distance, uncertain.
Behind him, the voices of the guests evacuated from the cave had echoed in the hall, and the noisy voices were getting closer and closer to him. But now that the crisis has been resolved, they should all be safe.
So, what he should be paying attention to now is the fire in the street, or... Pima Village?
Dongfang Shiming weighed it in his heart. Now that Jiuche Xiaoying has retreated, the entire Chaoyun Street Port's manpower will be transferred to the main street where the fire broke out. With enough manpower, it shouldn't be a big problem even if he doesn't go.
He then thought of Pima Village.
Fu Yunge still hasn't come back, is it not over yet? He looked at the cool night breeze, feeling increasingly uneasy.
After much hesitation, Dongfang Shiming decided to go to Pima Village to have a look. No matter what, he always felt like something was wrong. Moreover, Golden Wind Peony, as another major target of Jiuche Xiaoying, is likely to cause disasters that Fu Yunge cannot handle.
After making up his mind, Dongfang Shiming rushed to the Fubo Pier.
He had just taken two steps when suddenly, a drop of cool water hit his face, which was biting to the bone.
It's raining.
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The dripping night rain poured down like a curtain.
Thin raindrops mixed with blood and a strong fishy smell splashed on Fu Yunge's face.
"you……"
An unavoidable iron cone hit Fu Yunge, who was charging at the front of the crowd, intending to kill him with one blow.
It was obvious that a gap had been opened, and their plan was obviously going to succeed. The unexpected attack made it impossible for Fu Yunge, who was busy parrying, to avoid it. He watched helplessly as the sharp tip of the awl stabbed towards his heart——
At the critical moment, a familiar figure stood up and stood in front of Fu Yunge.
Immediately blood splashed everywhere, mixed with the first raindrop that fell, and dripped onto Fu Yunge's cheek.
Everyone present was shocked by the sudden change in front of them. They were not surprised by the courage of this life-changer, but were first shocked by the injuries all over his body. The serious injuries could no longer be described as tragic.
The iron awl penetrated deeply into the man's heart. Furious in Fu Yunge's heart, he crossed his sword and stabbed the big man who threw the iron awl to death instantly.
When he looked back, he saw that the person who blocked the attack swayed twice, and suddenly fell back weakly.
The raindrops fell, soaking everyone's face.
Fu Yunge quickly turned around and raised his arms to catch the person who blocked the fatal move for him.
The rain diluted the blood on the man's face, making it blurry. Fu Yunge raised his sleeve and wiped it for him, but when he saw his face clearly, he suddenly shouted in shock:
"It's you... Bronze Bull!"
When several dealers heard him call Tongniu's name, their faces showed unbelievable uproar.
I saw that Tongniu was covered with scars, his two fists were bloody, and there were two broken knives stuck in his abdomen, bleeding out.
In addition, there were wounds all over the thighs, arms, back, etc.
"Tongniu... cheer up!" Fu Yunge kept shaking his shoulders and shouted.
Seeing him dying, no matter how dirty he was before, he couldn't care less about it now.
Some of the remaining big men began to fight with the bankers again, but they had already begun to retreat gradually, and they no longer had the arrogance they had just now. The rain gradually became heavier, and the erratic wind blew the blood, which melted into the blurred rain strands.
Tongniu waited for a long time and slowly raised his eyelids.
"Zhuangli...it's okay..." He slowly moved his lips and breathed out broken words, his voice was as weak as a thread.
The sound of raindrops dripping, and the sound of rainwater mingling in the puddles of mud can drown out the sound of the copper bull. Fu Yunge's eyes were filled with sour tears. She carefully lowered her ears and listened carefully to every word he said.
"I...have no ability..." Tongniu struggled to speak, "I have no choice but to avenge my mother..."
His fists that had been lowered suddenly tightened gradually, like an unwilling child, like a helpless despair, pain, and helplessness.
He took a slow breath and said: "But you are stronger than me... I will save you. You must, must... avenge my mother!"
He raised his fist tremblingly, enduring the last severe pain, and raised it in front of Fu Yunge.
"Revenge my mother...!"
The last words, the sonorous strength consumed the last part of his life. Blood spurted out of his mouth following his words, and his fist softened and fell into the puddle, causing a splash of muddy water.
Before Fu Yunge could answer him, Tong Niu's life had ended. Maybe he thought this was the safest way, so that Fu Yunge wouldn't have time to reply, giving him no chance to refuse.
But the song ended and his life disappeared on this rainy night. His little cleverness is so ridiculous and heartbreaking.
Fu Yunge maintained that posture, letting the wind and rain beat on his body, and letting the cold water soak into his clothes. All this was always so unreal. He would rather believe that this was a dream, and would rather Tongniu live well and depend on his mother.
However, Tongniu can only go to another world to reunite with his mother.
In the distance, Chong Daocheng and others worked hard to fight in the rain and blood. The big men seemed unwilling to continue fighting. The group of people gradually moved away from the boundary of Pazhuang and deliberately retreated to the mountain road.
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