Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Before, when the lights went out, Zheng Haiyang just thought it was a normal circuit breaker trip or power outage. This kind of thing was not uncommon in the countryside back then.

Tan Wenbin's heart gave a 'thud.' The experience of eating at a 'Dead Fall Family' last time had left a deep shadow in his heart, but his hand holding the chopsticks only trembled a few times. He still managed to convince himself that he was being overly sensitive.

Runsheng's right hand held the chopsticks steadily. Even when the lights went out, he was still chewing. But his left hand had already grasped the handle of the Huanghe shovel leaning under the bench.

The moment the lights came back on, Runsheng first looked at the tripod on the table, then immediately fixed his gaze on Li Zhuoyuan sitting opposite him. As long as Xiaoyuan gave him a signal with his eyes, he would not hesitate to pick up the shovel and smash the heads of the two old people beside him.

In fact, when the lights went out, Li Zhuoyuan's ears had already caught the slight trembling and floating in the voices of the two old people. The sound of the large bowl being placed down when serving the main dish earlier had also made him feel a bit off. What kind of family's bowl would have several long, pointed supports at the bottom? When eating at home, it wasn't a big restaurant. There was no need to worry about the dishes cooling down and place an iron frame underneath with a piece of solidified alcohol burning to keep them warm.

If Li Zhuoyuan hadn't been able to constantly determine the positions of Zheng Haiyang's grandfather and grandmother by their voices, he would have even suspected whether the heads of the grandfather and grandmother would be in this newly served container when the lights came back on. Since it was called the "head dish," it made sense to put a real person's head inside.

Because he was blind before, his hearing was now exceptionally sharp. But even if he detected the abnormality in advance, he still didn't dare to act prematurely. In a strange environment, he might have shouted at Runsheng to flip the table before the lights even came on. But no matter what, this was Zheng Haiyang's home, and Zheng Haiyang was his classmate, Tan Wenbin's good friend. He had just lost his parents, and he was very pitiful.

The instant the lights came on and he saw that tripod, a strong sense of repulsion surged in Li Zhuoyuan's heart. What was the meaning of such meaningless emotional ties? It was really stupid!

Fortunately, Li Zhuoyuan woke up in time and suppressed this instinctive emotion. This prevented him from getting sick himself at such a critical moment. The boy's right hand pinched the skin on the back of his left hand and twisted hard. The pain was secondary; the most terrifying thing was that this proved the current environment was not a walking yin, not a dream, not hypnosis. This was real.

This put the choice question back in front of him. Since Zheng Haiyang's grandfather and grandmother could use a tripod as a dish container to serve food, it proved they were no longer normal. A dream could be woken from, but things in reality, once changed, often couldn't be restored. Similar dilemmas appeared again.

But this time, Li Zhuoyuan no longer hesitated. He immediately lifted his eyelids and gave the opposite Brother Runsheng an eye signal. Runsheng immediately raised the shovel.

"Pa!"

The lights went out again. The talisman papers posted throughout the entire room, from the bedroom door to the main courtyard, all turned black and fell off. Everything happened too fast. What instantly appeared was the distortion and folding of one's sense of personal space. Li Zhuoyuan clearly hadn't moved and was still sitting on the chair, yet it felt as if he was on a roller coaster, upside down, his body rapidly moving backward.

"Thud!"

Three continuous sounds of falling. The sounds were different in size, one near, about five meters away, and another far, about twenty meters away. It should have been the three of them, all startled into standing up, losing their balance, and falling to the ground. Only Li Zhuoyuan, because he was still sitting on the chair, could maintain stability.

"Ah!"

This was Tan Wenbin's scream. The scream went from far to near, then from near to far, as if echoing in an empty valley. The next moment, Li Zhuoyuan heard footsteps behind him, a person wearing cloth shoes with light steps. Among the four of them, only Runsheng wore cloth shoes, but Runsheng had heavy steps, especially in this emergency situation; it was even more impossible for him to tiptoe.

Li Zhuoyuan supported the long bench with both hands and slid down.

"Buzz!"

A very sharp whooshing sound passed just above him. Was it using a knife? Although it was pitch black all around and he couldn't see anything, Li Zhuoyuan could still imagine an old man or old woman standing behind him, holding a kitchen knife and horizontally chopping at his original sitting position.

Li Zhuoyuan turned, kicked the ground with both feet, subconsciously adopted a horse stance, and then grabbed the long bench with both hands and pushed it forward fiercely. He practiced the horse stance and breathing techniques taught by Uncle Qin every day without fail. Over time, it had indeed had obvious effects; his lower body was more solid, and his strength when exerting force was also greater and lasted longer. He was limited by his age and underdeveloped body, making him still weaker than those normally developed classmates in high school. But if according to his age level's normal configuration, he could dominate the primary school department.

The long bench transmitted an impact. Hitting the knee area could easily make the opponent lose balance. The opponent should have fallen. But before Li Zhuoyuan could take any follow-up actions, the strong sense of spatial dislocation attacked again. He immediately closed his eyes, wanting to reduce the influence as much as possible by closing perception channels, but suddenly realized that standing still like this was very dangerous. He immediately opened his eyes again, opened all perceptions, and then suddenly couldn't tell up from down, left from right. His whole body fell and began rolling non-stop.

It was also because of this that he again heard the continuous chopping sounds. Obviously, the old person he had knocked down was wildly chopping at his previous position. Li Zhuoyuan couldn't help but wonder in his heart, was his own reaction slow, or did they themselves also not see?

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Two flames rose, one close, one very far. Runsheng and Tan Wenbin both had matches on them. They were using this method to attract their companions. But why would they strike sparks at the same time? Although everyone was eating in the house, even if the lights went out, there was still moonlight outside. But now, where was there any external light? Therefore, why would it allow you to release firelight at this time?

The match flame was still burning. Runsheng's voice came: "Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan!" It was indeed Runsheng's voice, yet the suddenly far, suddenly near tone made it impossible to distinguish which group of light it was coming from.

"Xiaoyuange, Xiaoyuange!" This was Tan Wenbin's voice, also still unable to distinguish which group of light fire it was.

Li Zhuoyuan immediately crawled up, bypassed the nearby match light, and ran towards the distant group. These two groups of light fire, one must be a trap! Because whether it was Runsheng or Tan Wenbin, even if they coincidentally thought of the method of lighting matches at the same time, when they saw the other group of match light, they would absolutely not foolishly both stand still.

To be precise, Runsheng might choose not to move to attract and wait for him, but Tan Wenbin had already screamed earlier and was probably injured. When he saw Runsheng's flame, he would definitely go towards Runsheng's direction to seek shelter. Because Tan Wenbin was very clear about who was the capable person in the crowd and whose side was the safest to stay by. He would even crawl there.

Sure enough, when Li Zhuoyuan ran a distance, the flame in his sight became clear. He saw Runsheng and Tan Wenbin with a pained expression by Runsheng's side. They had lit matches together waiting for him. As for the other match, it was a trap.

Suddenly, Li Zhuoyuan heard footsteps behind him, still light cloth shoe footsteps, but the distance to him should still be a bit away.

"Xiaoyuan, be careful!" Runsheng shouted loudly, picked up the Huanghe shovel, and smashed it over.

Runsheng's shovel was coming towards him. He saw him, but he was affected by the sense of space. He shouted for him to be careful, combined with the footsteps he heard, meaning from Runsheng's perspective, danger was just behind him. His shovel was smashing towards the person behind him. But from his own perspective, it was coming straight at him. This was like doing a question; you had to figure out the question setter's intention. It wanted him to be smashed to death by Runsheng. So at this time, dodging backward might be exactly into Runsheng's attack range.

Of course, there might also be a Russian doll effect here, predicting your prediction. However, while understanding the question setter's intention, one also had to gauge the question setter's level. Just like the two match flames earlier, the opponent's trap was quite 'straightforward.'

Therefore, there was no need to consider other situations. Li Zhuoyuan not only didn't dodge, but instead actively rushed towards Runsheng's shovel. As the shovel swung down, Li Zhuoyuan hadn't run far and directly collided with Runsheng's body. He had judged correctly. Runsheng was just in front of him. That shovel couldn't be retracted.

"Xiaoyuan!" Runsheng continued to hold the shovel with his right hand, then grabbed Li Zhuoyuan's arm with his left hand. Once the two sides had substantial contact, they could at least ensure that there would no longer be a sense of spatial misalignment between them.

Li Zhuoyuan's hand exerted upward force. Runsheng understood and lifted his left arm, placing the boy onto his back. The boy's hands hugged Runsheng's neck.

"Brother Runsheng, close your eyes."

"Okay!" Runsheng closed his eyes, completely handing over the command to the boy. Li Zhuoyuan also closed his eyes, focusing only on his auditory perception.

"Ten steps straight ahead." Runsheng immediately stepped forward and walked. Tan Wenbin then grabbed Runsheng's back and followed along.

"Turn left." Runsheng turned left.

"Walk forward twelve steps, then turn right and walk six steps." Runsheng immediately followed.

All around, there were non-stop cloth shoe footsteps. He could hear that the two old people holding kitchen knives were very anxious, but they didn't dare to pounce. Because with the boy's guidance, he just needed to be told the direction the person was coming from. Runsheng, even with his eyes closed, could use the shovel to smash them to death. These two old people, relying only on their vision advantage, were still essentially two old people.

"Straight ahead, use the shovel to chop. This is the kitchen door." Runsheng picked up the shovel and began chopping. Forward, he didn't hear the sound of chopping. It should have been deliberately 'moved' very far. After continuously chopping, Runsheng kicked a few more times.

"Advance fifteen steps." Runsheng began advancing.

In Zheng Haiyang's house layout, the dining room and kitchen were together. From the kitchen door, it was the living room. One could leave the house by going through the living room. This was a pitch-black maze game, but Li Zhuoyuan had played it before in his blind life.

"Turn right, twelve steps, a bit far across, smash the door. The living room door has glass; be careful." Runsheng followed the instructions, walked to the position, and continued to smash the door. According to Li Zhuoyuan's speculation, this special environmental pattern was probably limited to this building. Even if the range was larger, it didn't matter. Once outside the house, down the dam, the outside was wide. Neighbors lived far away. If it really wasn't possible, he would just let Runsheng run wildly in the fields. He didn't believe he could run out of its range.

Tan Wenbin also understood what Li Zhuoyuan wanted to do. He wanted to remind him that one person was still missing and hadn't been found among the four, but he was also clear that Xiaoyuan was so smart, how could he forget Zheng Haiyang. Xiaoyuan chose not to find him and first detach from danger to a safe area. He could understand this. Most importantly, he was now a pendant on Runsheng. He had no right to open his mouth and request anything. He could only leave here first and then beg Xiaoyuan to find a way to save Haiyang.

"Okay, it should be smashed well. Brother Runsheng, let's go out..."

"Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah!" Zheng Haiyang's scream came from not far behind.

"Don't, don't, don't, save me, save me!" Tan Wenbin bit his lips hard. His lips were already bleeding, but he still didn't say anything. He didn't even dare to increase the force with which he was grabbing Runsheng's back. His buddy, whom he had always sheltered, was in terrible danger at this time, yet he could only choose to ignore it. He wasn't afraid. If it were just him here at this time, even if he knew turning back was dangerous, he would resolutely turn back to save people. But now, he was worried that if he did so, he would kidnap Xiaoyuan and affect Xiaoyuan's judgment.

Zheng Haiyang's scream did make Li Zhuoyuan pause a bit, but only that little pause. Immediately, he gave a firm instruction: "Out, run twenty big steps, jump!" Runsheng began running. Tan Wenbin also began running. Runsheng began jumping. Although Tan Wenbin tried to count Runsheng's steps, he was already struggling to keep up with Runsheng's pace. Finally, when Runsheng jumped, he was a little slow in following. His knee transmitted severe pain. He flipped down and landed heavily.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw the starry night sky and the surrounding vegetable fields. They had come out!

Tan Wenbin looked in front of him. Except for the uphill and downhill sections, the main courtyard of Zheng Haiyang's house was surrounded by a small cement railing less than one meter high. Xiaoyuan had previously calculated the distance. This jump made Runsheng jump, but he himself couldn't jump successfully and directly collided and flipped down. Fortunately, he only collided painfully and scraped his skin. The problem wasn't big.

Runsheng turned back and looked towards the main courtyard of the house they had just exited. Li Zhuoyuan patted Runsheng's shoulder. Runsheng supported his back with one hand and helped the boy land steadily.

"Brother Runsheng, use your vest to bandage Brother Binbin."

"Okay!" Runsheng took off his vest, tore it into strips, and helped bandage Tan Wenbin's left arm wound, barely stopping the bleeding. He had been chopped by a kitchen knife in the pitch-black state earlier. Although a lot of blood flowed, it wasn't a big problem. After all, it wasn't Runsheng, a person of that physique, who had chopped him. And Li Zhuoyuan and Runsheng could be said to be unharmed. Li Zhuoyuan relied on his hearing to dodge. Runsheng then constantly swung the Huanghe shovel, not letting the two old people get close even though he couldn't see. Tan Wenbin was also lucky. He struck the match and came to Runsheng's side in time. Originally, he should have been one of the two most dangerous people. As for the other one, he should still be in the house now.

"Brother Runsheng, my compass." Tan Wenbin immediately said, "It's in the bag, still in the house."

The tool bag was just at Runsheng's feet before. He had deliberately taken out the Huanghe shovel and placed it within his reach. This was also a lesson learned from eating at Zhou Yong's house last time. But after it went pitch black earlier, he only managed to continue holding the Huanghe shovel and didn't have time to get the equipment. However, Runsheng put his hand into his pants pocket and then took out that purple compass.

"Xiaoyuan's compass, I always carry it with me." Li Zhuoyuan took the compass and began to deduce the forward pattern. Then, he soon discovered something.

"We still haven't detached from its influence range. We are still inside now." Runsheng hurriedly bent down, preparing to carry the boy again. Tan Wenbin immediately became nervous. Could it be that everything he was seeing now was also fake?

"It's not a big problem. The area we are in now is outward, not inward. People outside cannot see our positional changes. Although we are still inside, we have also detached from the most dangerous area." Runsheng and Tan Wenbin both breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Tan Wenbin timidly shouted, "Xiaoyuan..."

"I know." Li Zhuoyuan continued to deduce with his head down. As long as he could deduce it, the darkness inside would be like having light bulbs re-hung. Danger would no longer be danger.

Li Zhuoyuan originally wanted to let Tan Wenbin run out now to find Tan Yunlong. Yes, since they had come to salvage things tonight, how could they not notify Tan Yunlong? If they didn't notify Tan Yunlong, who would they hand over the salvaged things to the state to? In fact, Tan Yunlong had already been monitoring the periphery in the afternoon. There were also four plainclothes policemen beside him. The four people from school came here. Why didn't they go to find people to greet? Because they were originally not on the same path. No matter what, Tan Yunlong would continue to guard this night.

However, looking at Tan Wenbin's wound, Li Zhuoyuan felt that this thing was very fierce. The effect of the 'plaque' was probably not enough here. Rashly calling Tan Yunlong and the others over would only increase their danger if they went in.

"Ah!" At this moment, Zheng Haiyang also stumbled out from the broken living room door. There were multiple knife wounds on his body, and he was covered in blood. Zheng Haiyang was grabbing a stool in his hand and swinging it wildly to drive away. Behind him, his grandfather and grandmother, holding kitchen knives dripping with blood, were approaching him step by step.

Tan Wenbin immediately shouted with all his might, "Haiyang, Haiyang, Haiyang, walk towards here!" Run to the edge of the dam, then go down, and you would be safe. Because as long as they could see, it would be really easy for Runsheng alone to deal with the two old people. Even without Runsheng, he, Tan Wenbin, could do it himself.

Li Zhuoyuan: "Shut up!"

"Ah?" Tan Wenbin didn't understand at first, but he soon understood. Sound propagation inside would also be controlled. Zheng Haiyang seemed to hear Tan Wenbin's voice, but the 'direction' was wrong. Not only did he not continue to rely on the three of them here, but he seemed to be attracted by the sound and went towards the diagonal rear, exactly exposing the side of his face to his grandfather and grandmother.

The grandfather and grandmother each raised their kitchen knives and chopped down. The grandfather's knife was faster and hit him. Zheng Haiyang screamed once and immediately fell and rolled. He was almost using his animal instinct to survive. Fortunately, he rolled quickly, which made him dodge his grandmother's knife. But when he struggled to crawl up again, he was already completely covered in blood, and his steps began to float. But this roll also brought him closer to the edge of the dam. He was almost just a hand's reach away.

Zheng Haiyang slowly retreated two steps. His body was just one centimeter away from the small cement railing on the edge of the dam. But he stopped and didn't continue to retreat backward. Instead, he began to move to the left side, still gripping the stool in his hand, very nervous and constantly shaking his head. This was a sign of consciousness beginning to blur due to too much blood loss. And his grandfather and grandmother were holding knives, forcing him step by step, getting closer.

At this moment, Li Zhuoyuan lifted his head and turned the compass upside down. Tan Wenbin was greatly pleased, thinking that Xiaoyuan had already calculated well. He stared at the boy, hoping the boy would speak. But the boy didn't speak. He just looked forward very calmly.

Tan Wenbin made a gesture to stretch out his right hand. He didn't fully stretch it out. There was still a distance from the edge of the railing. He just needed a nod from the boy, and he would go and grab Zheng Haiyang and pull him to the safe boundary. Li Zhuoyuan patted Runsheng's arm. Runsheng immediately lifted his hand and slapped away Tan Wenbin's gesture to stretch out his hand.

Tan Wenbin's eyes widened. He dared not look at Li Zhuoyuan again. He just knelt down lightly, his face full of struggle and pain. Zheng Haiyang's grandfather and grandmother continued to approach, while Zheng Haiyang had already lost his reaction ability, merely posing. Li Zhuoyuan, on this side, then began to retreat step by step, glancing at Tan Wenbin kneeling on the ground as he retreated. Runsheng also retreated backward but reached out and grabbed Tan Wenbin's clothes. Tan Wenbin lay on the ground, his whole body being dragged along.

Afraid of making noise and affecting Zheng Haiyang, Tan Wenbin could only suppress all his emotions, but tears and snot had already flowed out. After retreating a distance, Li Zhuoyuan stopped, stood behind Runsheng, just poked his head out, and continued to look in the direction of the dam. Runsheng also swung back, letting him lie on his back.

Tan Wenbin breathed deeply and struggled to crawl up. He waved at Runsheng, indicating that he was okay, then looked at Li Zhuoyuan again and nodded vigorously at the boy. His eyes became firm again. Although he could still see the pain, there was no longer any hesitation or struggle. This made Li Zhuoyuan feel both unexpected and somewhat as it should be. Perhaps, this was Tan Wenbin's style. He, like ordinary people, would be fragile, but after being fragile, he could quickly adjust himself to become strong again. Ye Gong Hao Long (Lord Ye's Love for Dragons) is a derogatory term, but daring to constantly "Ye Gong Hao Long" is also a kind of excellent quality.

Zheng Haiyang's grandfather and grandmother finally came in front of him. However, Zheng Haiyang, who had originally lost his eyes, suddenly became firm. He reached out and took the knife from his grandmother, turned his face towards the outside of the dam, and threw it directly towards the direction where the three of Li Zhuoyuan were located. Runsheng swung his Huanghe shovel. With a "bang," the kitchen knife was deflected away. Zheng Haiyang's grandfather also raised his kitchen knife and smashed it over. Very unfortunately, the old man was old and his body was not good. This kitchen knife landed just one meter in front of the three of them. Immediately, Zheng Haiyang and his grandfather and grandmother stood together side by side,贴着 the railing, their gazes coldly staring at the three outside. In the evening wind, the bodies of the two old and one young gently swayed with the wind. Their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose constantly seeped water, completely wetting their clothes.

Tan Wenbin's face was shocked. Although he had a guess in his heart when Xiaoyuan retreated, when the fact and truth were placed in front of him, he still found it hard to accept. His good buddy had also been controlled? Zheng Haiyang was so close to the railing earlier. Wasn't he just tempting himself to reach out and pull him? And if he had really reached out to grab him to save him, what would have been his own end? No, if Runsheng hadn't slapped away his outstretched arm, with the previous distance, Zheng Haiyang could have picked up the kitchen knife and turned and chopped him. If Xiaoyuan hadn't timely pulled away the distance, it wouldn't have been so easy to defend against these two kitchen knives thrown over.

Tan Wenbin suddenly recalled what Zheng Haiyang had said to him last night. He said that he felt no sadness about the death of his parents. He had comforted him, but now that he thought about it again, it was possible that Zheng Haiyang was already somewhat not right at that time.

"Xiaoyuange... did you already see through it?" Two matches, one of which was lit by Runsheng and Tan Wenbin. Then who lit the other match that was attracting him to go? Just as they were preparing to break out of the living room door, Zheng Haiyang's scream came at just the right time, attracting them to turn back and save him. This side escaped, leaving the range of the 'night' effect, but Zheng Haiyang also happened to escape from the living room door to the dam at just the right time. Whose performance was this act for again?

The level of the question setter was not high. Its intention was also not difficult to guess. But all this was just Li Zhuoyuan's feeling and guess. He also had no evidence to prove that Zheng Haiyang had been manipulated to that side. The real reason that prompted him to see death and not save was because he didn't want to gamble. His relationship with Zheng Haiyang wasn't that good, and their friendship wasn't that deep. There was no need to take such a big risk to save him. He and Runsheng had also taken risks before and almost capsized, but that was something he actively chose to experience, which was different from being forced to be involved. It was just that this reason was not suitable to tell Tan Wenbin. He would be more sad.

Therefore, Li Zhuoyuan just responded lightly: "Um."

Tan Wenbin gritted his teeth, pointed forward at the dam, and asked, "Xiaoyuange, then them, can they still be saved?" Li Zhuoyuan's gaze swept towards the corner of the dam and the door frame of the house. He could no longer find his talisman papers.

"I don't know what is supporting the 'night' inside, but it shouldn't last too long. At least, after dawn, here can recover normal."

Tan Wenbin said somewhat unbearably, "No... no save?" Zheng Haiyang had just lost his parents. This time, he also had to lose his grandfather and grandmother. No, even he himself would...

Li Zhuoyuan shook his head. Whether he could be saved or not, he didn't know, but he had no ability to save him. Moreover, throughout the books written by Wei Zhengdao, it was never mentioned that people who turned into that kind of thing could turn back. If there was such a method, the one buried under that peach tree would have been used on himself long ago.

Li Zhuoyuan could now try walking yin, using the method in the black leather book to manipulate one of the two old and one young, but doing so was meaningless.

Tan Wenbin wiped his face hard, his teeth clenched. In his ear, the words Zheng Haiyang had shouted when he suddenly fainted after school that time with water flowing all over him emerged: "There's a bastard buried under the sea; whoever dares to dig him up, kill his whole family!" What exactly was that thing at the bottom of the sea, so ruthless. This was real, not letting go of anyone, to kill the whole family!

Suddenly, Li Zhuoyuan's ears slightly trembled. Runsheng also turned around, instinctively protecting the boy behind him. A figure was running quickly. He ran very fast, like a cheetah. It was just that he was running towards the dam from another direction, not passing through the three of them here.

"Xiaoyuan?" Li Zhuoyuan didn't respond. He didn't think it was necessary to let Runsheng go and intercept this suddenly appearing person now. In fact, in the area where the three of them were located, it was really not easy for ordinary people outside to enter. Otherwise, Tan Yunlong and the others would have been able to detect the accident inside and rush over long ago.

At this moment, the running man suddenly twisted his head and looked over. Half of his face was already severely swollen. His eyeballs seemed to have been squeezed out, leaving only empty dark eye sockets. But he seemed to be smiling. His single eye gaze was also focused on himself among the three. Li Zhuoyuan didn't know him, but the opponent's gaze told him that he seemed to recognize him. An answer, an answer about the opponent's identity, rose in his heart. Zhu Changyong! That person who had once followed Zheng Haiyang's parents into that area at the bottom of the sea and came ashore again. Also the person Xu Wen was currently trying to find. Although he was still agile now, he no longer had a human appearance.

It was just, why did he appear at this time? Li Zhuoyuan twisted his head towards the dam again. He suddenly realized that the relationship between the enemies... seemed to be mistaken.

Zhu Changyong jumped onto the dam and entered the 'night.' His arms began to grope. For a while, he also seemed to find it a little difficult to adapt, but he soon let out laughter. This laughter was very strange. His vocal cords should have also had problems. He was now like a piece of continuously deteriorating human-shaped rotten meat. Zheng Haiyang and his grandfather and grandmother all turned to face him. Zhu Changyong pounced up. The night was already useless to him. He rushed towards Zheng Haiyang's grandfather, knocked him down with a punch, then quickly flipped over Zheng Haiyang's grandmother and Zheng Haiyang himself, who pounced up to tear and bite him. His skills were very good. If it had been him who made a move against the three of them in the house in the night earlier, then the three of them should have had no chance of surviving and coming out.

On the dam, it was like four mad beasts fighting, but the king of the beasts successfully suppressed the three. Zhu Changyong pried open Zheng Haiyang's mouth, then directly put his hand in. Soon, when he withdrew his hand again, he was grasping a very small living thing in his hand.

"Bar ji!" Zhu Changyong pulled this thing out and tore it off. Then he again made a move against Zheng Haiyang's grandfather and grandmother. The two old people were afraid and began to desperately try to escape, but both were flipped to the ground again. Zhu Changyong took a living thing out of his grandmother's mouth and tore it off again. Finally, the grandfather stood up completely, his neck straight, and a bulge of flesh appeared on his neck.

Because the height was enough and the angle was clear, even though Li Zhuoyuan and the three were far away, they saw that the thing that escaped from the mouth itself was a young turtle. But different from other young turtles, its turtle shell was gray-purple, reflecting strange patterns under the moonlight. As soon as the young turtle crawled out, Zhu Changyong leaped forward and grabbed it. As he landed, he pulled its head out of the turtle shell. After pulling it very long, finally, with a "bar ji" sound, he tore it off!

Immediately, Zhu Changyong ran into the house. Soon, he ran out with that tripod. He lifted the tripod and fiercely smashed it down towards the sharp corner of the cement railing on the edge of the dam.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Under continuous forceful smashing, the tripod cracked open. A black turtle the size of a sea bowl flew out and directly stuck to Zhu Changyong's chest. His clothes instantly tore. He could see that Zhu Changyong's chest also caved in with it. Zhu Changyong reached out several times to pull it down, but it was all in vain. This turtle seemed to know what consequences it would face once detached, so it was dead set on sticking to Zhu Changyong's body like a suction cup.

"Ah!!!!!!" Zhu Changyong spread his arms wide, raised his head, and let out a roar like a wild wolf. All the skin on his body began to crack at this moment. But he immediately lowered his head, jumped down the dam, and began running again. Almost the same route, returning the way he came. Passing the previous position, he still twisted his head and looked at the boy.

"Brother Runsheng, chase him!"

"Okay!" Runsheng bent down. Li Zhuoyuan jumped on. Runsheng also began running. But even though Runsheng was running very fast, his shoulder blades constantly hitting Li Zhuoyuan painfully as he swung his arms, he still couldn't catch up with Zhu Changyong. Instead, the distance was gradually widening. Because Zhu Changyong's running posture was no longer human-like. Normal humans fundamentally could not achieve such swinging and twisting joints.

At this time, Li Zhuoyuan heard the sound of a motorcycle starting. He twisted his head to look. It was Tan Yunlong. Although he had done a full preliminary investigation, the development of things was still unbelievable. This involuntarily made Li Zhuoyuan recall what Tan Yunlong had said to him yesterday: Handling cases will encounter very bizarre twists. What brings bizarre things is not the case itself, but the people involved in the case. But in the end, on the convergence line, they again walked on the predetermined 'track.' Tan Yunlong finally waited for the Zhu Changyong he wanted.

However, Zhu Changyong was not running on the road. The route he took was very strange. He drilled into the woods. Li Zhuoyuan roughly looked from a distance. He was going to the river bank! Tan Yunlong's motorcycle soon couldn't drive. He could only abandon the car and also began to run and chase. But Zhu Changyong's speed in the woods did not decrease but increased. By the time Li Zhuoyuan, Runsheng, and Tan Yunlong chased him out of the woods, they saw the opponent's figure had already appeared in the sand mining field on the lower river bank. Environmental protection had not yet received enough attention at that time. Sand mining fields were everywhere and very active. Even at night, the machines were still operating.

Zhu Changyong stood at the machine gate, turned around, and looked at the three people chasing him. He seemed to have no intention of continuing to escape. He was just deliberately waiting here. And at this time, the black turtle that was originally unwilling to detach from his chest, now became afraid and wanted to escape, but was forcibly detained on his body by Zhu Changyong's self-hugging arms.

"Certain... certain..." He was trying hard to make a sound, yet it was like a hoarse wail at night. His single eye stared at Li Zhuoyuan, continuing to shout forcefully, expressing himself.

Originally, Li Zhuoyuan thought the opponent wanted to express a warning, advising someone not to go to that sea bottom again. However, what Zhu Changyong shouted was: "Certain... certainly go there... get it!"

After saying that, he actively jumped into the lower gate. In an instant, large amounts of flesh and juice splattered out. Even Tan Yunlong, with his rich experience in handling cases, was shocked by this scene. His intuition told him that the opponent was rushing here to die in this way! He didn't know how many times he had chased criminals, but this situation was the first time he had seen it. The two workers in the sand mining field also heard the sound and walked towards here. Tan Yunlong immediately ordered them to stop the machine. The machine stopped, but the people were already everywhere.

Li Zhuoyuan and Runsheng returned to Zheng Haiyang's home and came to the dam. Tan Wenbin was kneeling there, looking at Zheng Haiyang's corpse in front of him, his expression wooden. After hearing footsteps, Tan Wenbin turned back and looked at the people who came, then pointed at the three corpses lying on the ground in front of him: "Xiaoyuange, he's dead." He had eaten white boiled shrimp, but he hadn't really seen it peeled with his own eyes. He had seen dead people and witnessed river corpses, but he had never experienced the process of blood dripping before his eyes. Moreover, this time, it was his good buddy.

"Brother Binbin, this is the other side of the world you want to see. It's not as interesting and fun as you imagined."

"Um..."

"You can still withdraw now." Tan Wenbin was silent.

"Brother Runsheng, go get our things out and also collect the talisman papers."

Tan Yunlong walked up at this time, looking at his son kneeling on the ground, his eyes showing heartache, but he still restrained the urge to comfort his son. He turned to look at Li Zhuoyuan: "Xiaoyuan, tell me, what exactly happened?"

"Uncle Tan, if I don't say, how will you report?"

"I can only report what I saw, that is, Zhu Changyong killed and escaped, then committed suicide."

"Just report like this, Uncle Tan. However, don't mention us."

"But this is not the fact, is it?"

"Uncle Tan, after you report, another group of people will come to ask you for the facts. At that time, you can tell them your guesses. Except for the three of us, Uncle Tan, you don't need to conceal anything."

"I understand." Tan Yunlong understood. Sometimes, knowing the truth in advance was inconvenient for accepting investigation and questioning. This child was not trying to conceal him, but was considering him.

Li Zhuoyuan walked behind Tan Wenbin and patted his back: "Brother Binbin, let's go home first."

Runsheng had already put the things on the tricycle and was waiting. Li Zhuoyuan sat on the car. The tricycle had just driven out a short distance when it stopped. Because there was a person grabbing the car from behind. Li Zhuoyuan turned back and saw Tan Wenbin who had chased after them. His eyes were filled with determination, as if he had made some decision. He knew that the thing that truly harmed Zheng Haiyang came from the bottom of the sea. For the first time, Tan Wenbin mentioned the nickname alias Li Sanjiang had given him without grinning. He said very seriously: "How can you not wait for me, Zhuangzhuang also wants to go home."

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