Chapter Seventy-Five: A Heart Like a Tiger (2)

Jiangning suburban river bay, houseboat.

"Shoot."

"Let Him Go"

"Shoot"

"You're going to die a terrible death"

"Who are you, and why do you want to tie me up?"

"Erlang-"

“……”

"What did you do?"

"Stand back."

The dimly lit hallway of the houseboat, with no lights, the faint glow of the kitchen and the oil lamp in the living room were slightly rendered at both ends, as if a suffocating atmosphere of confrontation, giants, crossbows, sharp knives, blood, as if a dying hostage, the water soaked under his feet. The giant man shouted angrily with his crossbow, the anger on his body had been completely irrepressible, and relatively speaking, the figure a few meters away seemed disproportionate to him, but the hand was just quietly holding the sharp knife, hooking it on the throat.

When the giant's fury and threats passed, the voice of response also came directly, the voice was not intense, nor frivolous, short, quiet and calm, like a pillar fixed in the torrent, sometimes it seemed to be swept away by the current, but the next moment the water splashed away, it still fixed there without the slightest change. Almost every word of the giant man fell, and the response came immediately, without the slightest hesitation and dragging, for a while, the anger of the giant man was suppressed.

The figure took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "You take them ...... What's wrong. ”

"Guess."

"What's wrong—"

The roar was deafening, but the response was also transmitted under this wave, a quiet and quick sentence: "If you like it, guess it again." ”

The giant man's teeth trembled, and he looked at the figure as if he was going to devour the other alive with his eyes, and then he took a deep breath and finally took a step back.

"I looked away......"

"That's good." The only way to get out is in the living room, Ning Yi looked at that step, replied coldly, pushed the swaying hostage and took a step forward, and then the other party slowly took a step back......

"If they don't have a problem, they have to talk."

"Okay."

"It's okay not to die."

"Okay."

“…… Otherwise, I swear to kill you."

"Okay."

"I'll skin you and let you die a bad death"

"Okay."

"Ning Yi Ning Liheng"

A few steps away, a few words of dialogue, a casual and perfunctory answer, the giant man had arrived at the door of the living room at this time, the light was shining on his side, and with the angry shouts, his expression seemed to be contorted like a twitch, obviously for such an answer was extremely angry, if in the past, such a scholar would be afraid to meet him on the road.

Behind the hostage, the scholar who was originally only cautiously showing only one eye to look at the front turned his head at this time, and looked at him coldly, but after a while, he realized that the other party did not mean anything because he shouted out that name, the gaze looked at him, and then said word by word: "...... Keep back, keep talking, don't. Stop. Under. ”

Yang Yi slowly turned around and retreated over the threshold separating the living room from the corridor.

The bean-like lights flickered in the living room, obscuring his huge black shadow towards the door, and right next to the door, Yang Heng hid there with a steel knife in his hand, exchanging a look with him who was still retreating, from the first sentence he heard, he did not rush into the passage inside, but stood by the door and prepared to respond. In the corridor, Ning Yi watched the transformation of the black shadow, pushing the hostages and still walking forward. At this time, neither of them can see each other.

"Who came from you?"

"There are rules to the line"

Yang Yi stepped back with a crossbow and kicked a stool over.

"You can't run away"

"Hmm."

"It's outside the city, no one will come to save you"

"Oh."

"If you leave this room, you're still dead"

"Okay."

"I'll admit to looking away, but you're just a scholar, and you're afraid of taking the wrong step...... You're dead."

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 my Yang family, I have everything to talk about."

The lights were dim, and the room seemed to be darker because of the aura of the confrontation, and Yang Heng by the door was leaning against the wall, holding a steel knife, and his eyes were vigilant. Beside him, Ning Yi was about to push the hostage in, the sharp knife was still standing, and he quietly looked at the hand holding the knife.

At the table in the distance, Yang Yi's expression softened: "I, Yang Yi, speak well." ”

Stepping in, a slightly changed tone suddenly sounded: "How do you talk about it?" ”

It was also at this moment that the atmosphere of confrontation seemed to have dropped to a minimum, and by the wall, Yang Heng's five fingers of his left hand moved slightly, slightly ready to lift up, and in the next moment, the sound of shouting suddenly pulled up. , "Look at the stick—"

"Be careful—"

The atmosphere that was originally slightly low rose to the top in an instant, this was the first time that a scholar named Ning Yi shouted, the light shadow swayed, the figure swayed, the wind whistled, and the black shadow swung towards Yang Heng, Yang Heng raised his knife and picked it up, and the grass rope was broken in the air.

The crockpot spun and fluttered, closing the distance between him and Yang Heng, and he subconsciously raised his elbows.

Boom –

"Ahh

"You**-"

"Shoot—"

"I'm going to kill you—"

"You're dead, you're dead"

"Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger—"

The dim light and shadow, the room, the fragments of the crockpot burst out in the darkness, and the boiling oil pounced on Yang Heng's upper body, and suddenly, with the sound of burning sound, Yang Yi instantly raised his crossbow, and there was no sign of relaxation in the angry shout, he was about to rush over immediately, Ning Yi pushed the hostage and rushed into the room in a few steps, and then pulled the person to the corner of the side and retreated.

The voices of the three people in the whole room rang out, Yang Heng's elbow and upper body blocked a lot of boiling oil, and it didn't hit his head directly, but one eye was still affected, this was summer, and he was only wearing single clothes, at this time, half of his body was drenched in the boiling oil, and he slashed a stool next to him with a knife in the scream, and he could still scold it in his mouth, and there were blisters on his face, so hideous that he looked like a monster and seemed to pounce at any time, and Yang Yi shook his head vigorously over there.

"I don't believe you're going to let him go—"

"He didn't dare to kill Da Lang, he didn't dare to kill Da Lang"

"Come on, try it, why don't you pull the trigger"

"I'm not going to let you out."

"Slaughtered Him"

"Come here, no matter what I do, as long as something goes wrong, this knife will snap his neck as soon as possible......"

"You can't get out of this door today"

"Blocking the door"

"His trachea will be torn open, blood will come out of his throat, more foam, of course your son will feel pain, and then he will find that he can't breathe......"

"If he dies, you will die......"

"I'll cut off your hand—"

"Do you know what it's like to be unable to breathe? Imagine it, it's like a fish out of the water, his whole body will twitch, his hands and feet will move, his neck has been cut, he may still pick it with his hands, and then there will be more blood and more blood on his hands, until he doesn't feel it at all, you may be able to drink a cup of tea and look at it slowly."

"You're going to die worse than him"

"But he's your son"

The three people in the room were like three ends of a confrontation, moving occasionally and keeping their distance. They all spoke very fast. Yang Yi held the crossbow to block the door, and his tone looked resolute, the crossbow shook and tried to aim at Ning Yi's vital point, and the hideous Yang Heng was hot and fierce, Ning Yi spoke quietly and quickly, staring at the two giants in this room, Yang Heng even made a gesture in the angry shout, Ning Yi adjusted the direction slightly, and he retreated.

"I won't tell you the conditions again, you won't let my son go"

"He would never dare to do it"

"If you move, I'll move"

"Don't think of anyone today."

"See if I hold on long or if your son lasts long......"

"Ahh

Yang Heng suddenly shouted, swinging the knife as if he was about to rush up, Ning Yi took out something with his left hand behind his back, and shook a little spark in the room: "Come on" It was a fire break brought out from the kitchen. Yang Heng's face was hideous, he stopped his pace, and shouted in his mouth: "Throw it"

"Of course I will throw it."

"Then throw it over"

"There's a kind of ...... you've overcome"

Yang Heng took a step, Ning Yi waved his hand, he abruptly stopped and retreated towards the rear, but the fire fold didn't really throw out, and repeated it several times, this tower-like giant man seemed to be out of his way, constantly trying to get closer to Ning Yi. He was also sure that he was not at the last moment, Ning Yi did not dare to kill hostages at all, creating chaos and flaws, Ning Yi was holding a knife in his right hand and holding the hostages and was also shifting his position, not far away Yang Yi was vigilant with a crossbow bow, at a certain moment, Yang Heng and Yang Yi exchanged a look, and Yang Heng suddenly pounced.

The room was already extremely nervous, and the three of them were tense, Ning Yi waved his hand, Yang Heng shifted again, and then there was another loud shout, Yang Heng and Yang Yi's positions were staggered with each other, and the fire fold came out of his hand and flew towards Yang Heng.

Over there, Yang Yi's speed was faster, and he kicked a stool away, and the fire fold was knocked out of the air, Yang Heng rushed over without reservation, and Ning Yi grabbed it with his backhand, grabbing the oil lamp on the side pillar. The next moment, the oil lamp was not pulled, and the lamp was nailed to the pillar. Yang Heng approached and 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, wrapped in kerosene and splashed out.

The room was dark for a moment, Yang Heng's left hand grabbed the sharp knife and pulled it away hard, and the next moment, the dimmed fire lit up between Ning Yi and Yang Heng.

Boom –

The flames rose and bloomed, and they pounced in both directions

At this moment, Ning Yi ignited the other party's body with the wick and kerosene, and at the same time, ignited his left hand

In the surging firelight, Yang Heng's screams, but his hand still pulled the sharp knife away from his nephew's neck, Ning Yi drew the knife hard, and the blood light flew up in the firelight, on the other side, Yang Yi approached, stretched out his hand and pointed the crossbow over, Ning Yi let go of the hostage, rushed to the side, and swung the knife straight to the top of Yang Heng's head.

"Ahh......h

"Ahh

"Ahh

The crossbow bolt flew from behind Ning Yi's back, Yang Heng's body ignited the screams of flames, Yang Yi's shout, and the sound of Ning Yi swinging his knife sounded together, and the figures staggered in this moment, and the light and flames raged wildly. Yang Yi saw the opportunity, grabbed his son's shoulder and pushed it to the side, trying to catch Ning Yi, only to pounce, Ning Yi was originally in the direction of Yang Heng rushing over and swinging the knife, but at this time he rushed out with his son, he couldn't react for a while, looking at the flames on his brother's body, a sharp knife was deeply embedded in his head, and when he chased Ning Yi and his son, he found that there was a rope tied between the two.

The bloodied scholar almost pushed his son to the other side of the room, then turned around, pulled out an iron hammer from behind his back with his right hand and pressed it against his son's throat again, looking this way.

Yang Heng took a few steps back and fell to the ground with a bang in the flames. The flames were not fatal, and if he rushed out of the river and jumped into the river, it would not be fatal, but Ning Yi took advantage of his sudden panic and slashed at the top of his head without relenting, but it was enough to be fatal.

Everyone is calculating, just now Yang Heng Yang Yi showed some flaws, and led Ning Yi to throw the fire fold out of his hand, if Ning Yi hadn't walked to the oil lamp at that time, I'm afraid he wouldn't have thrown it so easily. After all, this room belongs to the Yang brothers, and the oil lamp is fixed so that they know the way, but the scholar definitely doesn't know the way. Yang Heng took a risk with his own life, that is, he wanted to take advantage of this moment's hesitation to break the situation brazenly, who knew that the scholar's reaction in an instant could be so fierce that he directly ignited his hand to point the other party.

At this time, at the other end of the room, he still strangled the hostage in front of him, his left hand was originally grabbing the other party's chest, at this time the flames were still burning, when Yang Yi's eyes turned around angrily, he also looked at the other party coldly, the burning left hand slapped the hostage a few times, and then slapped on himself, kerosene stained his arms and wrists, and it couldn't be extinguished for a while. Yang Yi watched his hand wave again in the air, then suddenly clenched into a fist and waved his backhand hard.

Bang.

The rear was originally a black tile wine jar, the wine jar was large, and the altar wall was burned very thick. The liquor rushed out, and he extinguished the flame of his left arm in the liquor, sizzling, and his whole hand trembled slightly, and it seemed that it was useless.

However, the cold eyes and the right hand holding the iron hammer against his son's throat did not even move, but only frowned and twitched slightly......

Murderously and wildly begging for a monthly pass