The crew member may have been threatened, so he quickly revealed Song Che's location:
"The officer is in the cabin!"
"Da da da..." Listening to the noisy footsteps, it was definitely more than one person coming.
Song Che hurriedly put all the important items in the wheelbarrow and planned to go out through the back door of the cabin. Unexpectedly, before he took a few steps, he saw five or six men in black holding swords jumping into the cabin.
"That's him in the portrait! Don't let him get away!"
The man in black came after me with a knife.
Song Che raised his gun and fired, but the hull of the boat was shaking so much that even two shots failed to kill Zheng. He could only fight and retreat. He finally reached the back door, but as soon as he stuck his head out, he was struck by a white blade!
He quickly retracted his head and broke into a cold sweat.
The two men in black blocking the back door rushed in one after another. Song Che struck first and hit the man in black in front with an electric baton!
"Zizzizi..." The man in black danced, twitched and fell down.
"Pa!" He raised his musket again and knocked down the man in black behind him with one shot. Then, with all his strength, he flew out of the cabin.
"The ship is so big, he can't escape!"
Five men in black chased him out of the back door one after another, spreading out and forcing Song Che towards the stern of the boat.
There were killers in front of them, and rapids behind them. The heavy rain soaked the muskets and electric batons, and they didn't even give them a chance to give it a try.
Song Che stepped back step by step. If he was too tough, he would be soft. He said loudly: "Brothers, although I don't know what kind of people you are, you block rivers and rob ships just to make money... I have quite a lot of private property. If you are willing, Let me live, no matter how much you want, ask for it!"
But the man in black at the head said: "You have offended the wrong person. No matter how much money you give, you will die tonight!"
"Ten thousand taels!" Song Che directly threw out the chips.
"It's not like you don't understand people's words, I--"
"gold!"
Song Che gritted his teeth and said: "Ten thousand taels of gold per person! One hundred thousand taels of silver! With this money, you will have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life. Why do you have to work for others and lick blood from your knife?"
The men in black looked at each other, obviously moved.
"Please wake up! The company has specially reminded me that this person is extremely cunning and cunning. Don't believe his slander! If you kill him, you will still get a lot of rewards!"
Only the leader was not very sensible.
When Song Che saw that the man in black refused to accept his offer, he cursed, "Damn, you are a bunch of ungrateful people. Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!"
He took out a fire gourd from his sleeve, took off the cork and threw it at the man in black, and at the same time jumped off the passenger ship.
"Plop!"
The person just entered the water.
"Boom!"
The gourd exploded with huge power, tearing apart the passenger ship in an instant. In an instant, sawdust flew and flames burst out.
Song Che struggled in the rapids, using all postures including butterfly chrysalis, breaststroke, and dog crawl, but he still could not withstand the impact of the undercurrent. The biting cold river water choked his mouth and nose, and the fear of death arose spontaneously.
I can't die!
I don't want to die!
What should I do if my wife dies? I'm not a father yet!
Song Che gritted his teeth and grabbed randomly with both hands. He was exhausted for a while and almost fell into despair!
At the critical moment!
A piece of passenger ship wreckage hit him right next to him, and he clung to the crossbar as if grasping a life-saving straw.
The crossbar is thick and big enough! Go with the flow with Song Che.
"That kid is over there!"
Suddenly, there was a shout from behind, and the men in black were chasing after them with a small boat.
Song Che quickly turned over and sat on the crossbar, rowing and rowing with all his strength, using his hands and feet together. His speed was no slower than that of a canoe. In addition, the river water added fuel to the flames, and he soon reached the shore.
"Help! It's killing! It's killing!"
He went ashore in embarrassment, running and shouting.
But the jungle on the shore is dense and there is no one around, so who can hear it? Who dares to come to the rescue?
"Stop! Don't run!"
Every scolding from the man in black who was chasing him was like a spur. Song Che ran faster and faster, regardless of whether there was a road ahead, and he plunged into the jungle.
Run and run, run and run.
Suddenly, there was a faint light ahead.
This forest is full of bird excrement and animal dung. Is there anyone left there?
Song Che looked for the direction of the light and got out of the woods. When he got closer, he saw clearly that it was an abandoned ancient temple. The green bricks and gray tiles were shattered on the ground, and the wall had just been washed away.
In the dilapidated ancient temple, in addition to the light of the fire, there was still smoke, and there was a faint smell of meat.
There must be someone inside!
Song Che couldn't care about that much anymore, so he kicked open the dilapidated door and came face to face with the statue that had been eroded by the wind so that his appearance could not be seen clearly.
A bonfire was burning under the statue of the god, and there was a green steel sword on the bonfire. The sword pierced a big fat chicken and was grilled until it was sizzling.
There were two young men sitting around the bonfire. One was in linen, with messy hair, not too trim, but sharp-edged eyebrows. The other was in brocade clothes, with an elegant and handsome face. Even though he was in ruins, he still sat upright.
Both of their eyes fell on the uninvited guest who was soaked in the rain.
"Huhuhu..."
The ancient temple has been in disrepair for a long time. From time to time, a cool breeze blows in, causing the tattered yellow scarves hanging on the beams to rustle. The tiles fall from the roof, water leaks and drips. Pour out the hot oil one by one, drop it into the fire and let it sizzle. The meat is fragrant.
At this time, most of the people who appear here are paupers who have no money to stay in a hotel. Song Che didn't pay much attention to the two of them, closed the temple door with his backhand, tore off a yellow scarf, and wiped away the footprints and water stains along the way.
"Brothers, if any gangsters come in later and ask me, you won't see them. After the incident is completed, each of you will be given fifty taels of silver."
Song Che spoke quickly, the cat body hid in the statue, and the next moment——
"Snapped!"
The temple door was kicked open, and three men in black rushed in with knives. The leader looked around first, then locked his eyes on the two people beside the bonfire, and asked unceremoniously:
"Hey, resting men, did you just see a man in green come in?"
The man in the brocade robe said nothing and was playing with the fire food.
The man in sackcloth didn't say a word, just turning over the roasted chicken.
"Are you two deaf? Didn't you hear what the boss said to you?" the black-clothed follower yelled.
The man in sackcloth pulled off a wine bag from his waist, bit open the cork, took a sip into his mouth, and then said leisurely: "This ruined temple is ten feet in diameter, and it's leaking for five feet. You guys don't have any hands or feet." , or you don’t have eyes, so you can’t look for it yourself?”
Song Che, who was hiding behind the statue, was shocked, but then looked thoughtfully at the sword roasting pheasants on the bonfire.
"Hey! You're such a rag in the world, you just answer whatever I ask you. Are you so angry that you think you'll live a long life?" The black-clothed follower cursed and stepped forward with a knife.
But the black-clothed leader stopped his followers and walked to the bonfire with a sneer, "You're right, I don't think even a mouse can hide in such a big place."
After that, he raised the knife and cut the bonfire into two parts, then gently picked it up, picked the roasted chicken on the tip, and looked at the young man in sackcloth with contempt:
"This roast chicken is good. I happened to be chasing someone late at night and I'm a little hungry, so I won't be polite."
