Yang Zhao quietly stretched his head out and saw clearly what was going on inside.
This is a group of boys and girls, besieging a middle-aged man. Although there are many people on one side and only one middle-aged man on the other side, the two sides are actually evenly matched.
After observing it carefully for a while, she discovered the reason.
Although fighting between souls sounds very high-level, each of them has no weapons in their hands, and they don't use any Taoist magic skills. They are all using their hands and feet.
However, there is a big disadvantage in using Kung Fu with hands and feet, that is, no matter how many people there are, no matter how many boys or girls there are, the range that can attack the middle-aged people is only so large. At most four people can rush forward and besiege them at a time.
Those boys and girls probably didn't have many opportunities to cooperate before. The four people who were besieging in front didn't know how to cooperate with each other, and they were tied up in the fight. The boys and girls who couldn't get in behind could only hang around and worry about it, filing lawsuits.
On the other hand, the middle-aged man was much more relaxed. No one of the boys or girls could be his opponent based on their physical skills. Even if four people besieged him together, he could handle it more than enough.
As for scolding, those little cucumbers couldn't take advantage of him. Each one of them made him furious, and his kung fu was messed up, which relieved his pressure even more.
Yang Zhao saw a few people hiding in the corner and sitting cross-legged, as if they were recovering their strength, but the first thing they said when they opened their eyes was: "I still can't get out this time. It seems I have to fight him to the end."
Listening to what they said, the people on both sides fought even more fiercely.
The thing that interests Yang Zhao the most is that the middle-aged man should have been fighting for a whole day and a night, and now he is still able to tie with the opponent. It seems that the word "old and frail" does not apply to the soul.
Yang Zhao is very self-aware. She is definitely not as good as these boys and girls in boxing and kicking skills. When she goes in, she will cause trouble.
Yang Zhao hid behind the door and looked around, and finally discovered the difference in this space. The place where they were fighting did not look like a closed space, but more like a viewing balcony. One side of it was empty, and it seemed that it could be seen from the balcony. The view outside.
The middle-aged man was slapping his hands, and his eyes suddenly met Yang Zhao's.
"Where is this junior looking outside? Get out of here!"
He withdrew from the encirclement with a feint, and the opponent didn't attack again.
At this time, both sides' attention shifted to Yang Zhao.
She was suddenly looked at by so many people, and they felt a little stupid, but she didn't dare to run, and moved over step by step.
The middle-aged man looked at Yang Zhao and said disdainfully: "I didn't expect that I also captured a little tree demon."
You are just a tree demon, and your whole family is a tree demon! He is in the Human Resources Department, why can't he tell the difference? It seems that this person has something wrong with his eyes.
Yang Zhao was cursing in his heart when he suddenly turned his attention back to himself.
As mentioned before, neither of the fighting parties had weapons. She was holding a thick wooden stick in her hand, which was actually the only weapon in this space?
Moreover, although Yang Zhao heard the voice of Brother Bao's master, he could not find his soul, as if the physical appearance was inconsistent with the soul's appearance.
A sweet-looking girl came over and asked her.
"Were you also detained by this evil man? He is so abominable, and he harmed innocent people for nothing. Will you join us to deal with him? I believe that with your joining, we will be able to suppress the evil man and find the way out. Method."
Yang Zhao shook his head silently, grabbed the branch in his hand and started running back. She didn't dare to speak for fear that people would recognize her voice.
The girl's words sounded good, but Yang Zhao couldn't mess with either party. Although she was mistaken for a tree demon, there was Brother Leopard's master here.
Yang Zhao also understood now that the small red piece of iron should be what Brother Bao's master was looking for. He should have found a whole piece, but when he was fighting with someone, a piece was accidentally cut off and fell. In the eyes of the spring.
They were all detained inadvertently. Brother Bao's owner may not even realize that something is missing from his hand.
But Zong Sheng has already arrived, and it shouldn't be long before these boys and girls go out.
What if Yang Zhao gets together with them at this time and lets Brother Bao's owner recognize who she is?
Will they suspect that the red iron piece in Yang Zhao's hand was stolen from Brother Bao's master?
She also cleaned the unconscious boy's wounds and applied hemostatic medicine.
No matter how you look at it, she is highly suspected of stealing. Once he suspects him of stealing, the relationship between Yang Zhao and Brother Bao will be over.
With Brother Bao's temper, would he be so angry that he would bite him on the spot?
I don't know if it was her imagination, but she had just taken two steps and the exit disappeared.
Yang Zhao stopped and took two steps forward, and sure enough, the exit slowly emerged again.
Back off, close.
Go ahead and open.
This corridor seems to belong to Yang Zhao alone, and no one else can enter.
Yang Zhao was wondering when he suddenly heard a familiar voice ringing around him.
"Fellow Taoist, you are trying so hard to plot against this junior, it's a bit unethical!"
It's Zong Sheng! He came over.
Yang Zhao quickly backed away and let the door to his Yongdao door close.
The middle-aged man said bitterly: "I really didn't expect you to find yourself here! I underestimated you."
"Ah! Uncle, he's trying to run away! Catch him quickly!" It was the voice of Brother Bao and his master.
"Hurry and catch him! Don't let him run away! He killed my sister. I want to avenge my sister."
"Uncle Sheng, you must not let him off lightly!"
Yang Zhao only heard the sounds of fierce fighting over there, and soon he felt that the ground in Yongdao was shaking, as if it was about to collapse.
She didn't dare to stay here, so she quickened her pace and ran back to the dark place where she originally stayed.
Where did you come from, where do you naturally want to go back? Otherwise, what an injustice it would be if something happened!
But when Yang Zhao was halfway through, the entire corridor was already shaking. She didn't dare to neglect, so she quickened her pace, running and crawling back to her small space.
As soon as he entered with his front feet, the entire corridor collapsed with his back feet, and the whole space turned into darkness again, without any light at all.
At this moment, Yang Zhao felt her body faint. When she woke up again, her soul had returned to her body.
She fell down around the spring, which was full of mud puddles. She was caught unprepared. Now she woke up and was covered in mud and water. Her exposed skin was no exception. It was all mud that had not dried up and looked dirty. Xixi.
She still held the red piece of iron in her hand.
