Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms: Chapter 25

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Zhang Shun roared: "The bones are about to be broken!"

Zhang Shun raised his hand to protect his head, and saw the stone slab falling from the sky, smashed firmly on his arm, and lime splashed all over the ground. Zhang Er Shao was smashed and staggered back a few steps, his back hit the wall, and the dark figure above the corridor immediately jumped down, hitting him with blood from his mouth and nose with one elbow.

"It's a Buddha bone, it's okay." The black shadow showed his face in the dim light of the corridor. He looked exactly like Chu He, and even smiled: "By the way, Zhou Hui recognized me as a fake. That's it, how do you recognize me?"

Zhang Shun pushed him away and ran down the corridor: "I won't tell you! Tell you to lie to me next time?!"

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Half an hour ago, Zhou Hui and Zhang Shun arrived at the hospital. Before the car stopped, a person fell over the building, "Bang!" smashed on the front cover of the car.

Zhang Shun said in surprise: "Brother!"

Zhang Er Shao rushed out of the car, only to see Chu He rolled to the ground, barely got up and fell down. Zhang Shun immediately helped him up, only to see that half of his face was covered with blood, and bleeding came from his mouth, shaking and pointing upstairs.

Zhang Shun looked up and saw the fire on a certain floor of the hospital building flashing. Every few seconds, white lightning engulfed stones and broken bricks from the window and said in amazement: "What is that?"

"Shenwan Tiansi...rebelled," Chu He gasped, "The fifth group was wiped out, and all rebelled."

Zhou Hui got out of the car, but did not come over, standing still thoughtfully.

"Stop talking! What should I do now? How to deal with it?" Zhang Shun felt his brother's body is very cold, and his hands were shaking with fright: "Where are you injured! Come and help with the surname Zhou!"

Zhou Hui walked quickly, and his hand touched the temperature behind Chu He’s ear: “It must be taken to the hospital for treatment. There may be damage to the internal organs-why did the fifth group betrayed? Damn me. Knowing that there should not be too many pornographic people coming over, Yu Jingzhong's idiot doesn't know it's okay to suppress it."

Zhang Shun gritted his teeth and helped Chu He and walked towards the hospital building. The power supply system has probably been mostly destroyed. The standby power supply in the lobby can only supply indicator lights, and the elevator can't be opened at all. The door is dented into a terrifying shape by some external force.

"Take... the stairs," Chu He intermittently said, blood is not money at all, and it rushes out as soon as he speaks: "Leave the fifth group alone, Yu Jingzhong is locked in the fourth floor underground..."

"No way, brother! You have lost too much blood and the temperature is too low, you must go for a blood transfusion first!"

Zhou Hui walked ahead without saying a word, only listening to Chu He whispering from behind: "There are blood banks and special care rooms on the fourth floor underground. Go there and talk about it... But the blood bank has been destroyed. They were urgently During the evacuation, the blood bank was blown up to block the aisle guarding Yu Jingzhong."

Zhang Shun asked urgently: "What should I do?"

The headlight in the corridor was broken. Only emergency lights were turned on. Many places were very dark. Zhang Shun helped his brother staggering and walking unsteadily. Zhou Hui at the forefront touched the phone out to illuminate, without looking back: "My brother-in-law draws some blood for your brother."

Zhang Shun opened his mouth and just wanted to agree. At this moment, Chu He covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said very weakly: "A little blood is enough...You are Buddha blood, a little bit is enough. ."

When these words came out, Zhang Shun paused instead.

His pause was especially noticeable in the dark, and a hesitant voice sounded after a while: "But... you have a different blood type from me? Doesn't it matter?"

Chu He shook his head and said, "You don't need to pay attention to so much blood. Besides, there are special equipment in the blood collection room. The impostor Yu Jingzhong used this equipment to extract Buddha blood."

Suddenly Zhang Shun's whole expression changed, and asked: "Who are you?"

Chu He said strangely: "I am your brother."

"No!" Zhang Shun suddenly pushed Chu He away: "Who are you?!"

Chu He was pushed back and forth: "What's wrong with you? I'm your brother!"

"No, you are not!-Zhou Hui!"

Zhou Hui turned around in a hurry, and saw a special reflection on the barrier wall suddenly flashed in front of him, and the thick and invisible barrier suddenly straddled from the corridor to the fire door, and "Chu River" took him and himself Zhang Shun was trapped inside: "I am your brother-what's the matter? Where did you misunderstand?"

"You are not, my brother's speech is not in this tone!" Zhang Shun's tone became more and more certain: "You are also pretending to be Yu Jingzhong? What are you going to do with my blood?"

"Chu He" fixedly looked at his younger brother, and suddenly laughed for a long while. The laughter became louder and louder with the shaking of the shoulders, and finally the voice completely changed into another person in the laughter. The face against Chu He looked especially strange: "It's amazing... how did you see it? Zhou Hui gave you a hint?"

"I didn't give him any tips, Yang Jin Puncuo." Zhou Hui calmly said, "You have only seen Feng Si's face in H city, but you don't understand his personality at all. It is inevitable to expose flaws. ."

As soon as the voice fell, the ground suddenly shook under his feet. The vibration came from the top of the head. The wall dust and rubble fell to everyone's head, and only the sound of earth-shaking impact and explosion came from the building. Zhou Hui looked up, and said, "I thought you had captured Feng Si, but Jiang Ji planned to induce you to take us to find him. Now it seems unnecessary... My brother, it takes time to break the barrier, or I Now go up and save your brother, can you last for a while?"

"Go!" Zhang Shun immediately rolled his sleeves to reveal the Buddha seal, and stared at Yang Jin Puntcuo fiercely: "I knew it was wrong. After a long time, it was really a counterfeit! Let me deal with it here, shit, want Lao Tzu’s blood, don’t you issue a blood donation certificate?!"

Yang Jinpingcuo laughed: "Don't be so angry, Young Master Zhang, can you deal with me and tell me." Then he drew two daggers from the cuffs and rushed over. Fortunately, Zhang Shun's conditioned reflex flashed over, and the next second the blade pressed against the tip of his nose and chopped into the wall, and after a second step, his entire nose was cut off!

Zhou Hui ran upstairs and shouted: "He doesn't dare to kill you! And he can't stand the Buddha seal, just remember to burn him with your palm!"

Zhang Shun yelled: "Go and save my brother!" Then he lowered his head and dodged the dagger, only feeling a cold on his head, and a handful of hair fell like this.

The hairstyle made by Zhang Ershao for two thousand yuan was cut and crossed. He was furious and said that if you don’t show off your power, you really think of me as a y, and you can look like my brother against my brother’s face. Tugged like hitting me? So he held the dagger stabbed by Yang Jin Pingcuo with brute force, turned over and pressed him against the wall to **** the two daggers.

Yangjin Puncuo is definitely not as good as a corpse if he can resist. Even the head of the cursed corpse was burned to ashes by the Buddha seal. Of course he was even more terrible. While struggling, his face and arms were burned several times by the Buddha seal. The golden flames instantly burned his flesh and blood, and the whole piece of skin became Painted black.

Yang Jin Pingcuo roared in pain and slammed his dagger madly. Zhang Shun was caught off guard and felt a cold in his abdomen. He immediately said that I would wipe it! Immediately retreated like lightning.

However, behind him is the stairs-fighting in the corridor means that the space is narrow. As soon as he retreats, he falls down and rolls down the stairs to the next floor. Zhang Shun only felt that his bones were about to break. He touched his abdomen and his hands were bloody. Fortunately, he didn't touch his intestines. It should have been pierced.

He swayed and wanted to get up. At this time, when he looked up, he saw Yang Jin Pingcuo abruptly pulling a stone slab from the collapsed wall and smashing it down at him!

Zhang Shun didn't have time to hide, Yi Gulu got up to protect his head with his hands, only to feel that he was hit by the stone slab, almost immediately spouting a mouthful of old blood from his throat.

"I x your sister——! Using Lao Tzu as a blood cow, my hands are so dark——!"

Yang Jin Pingcuo jumped down in the air and beat Zhang Shun with blood from his mouth and nose with an elbow.

This is much harder than Zhang Ershao leading a group of gangsters to smash the field and grab girls at school. It's not a series at all, and he almost didn't fool his mind. But Zhang Ershao deserves to be the master who would copy bricks to smash the game hall when he was seven or eight, and he would splash paint on his brother's car when he was a teenager. He was also very horizontal when he was roaring and went to Yang Jinping. Cuo's eyes.

Even if you don't get inserted and get scorched by the Buddha's seal on the palm, these two tricks are useless. In desperation, Yang Jin Pingcuo had to retreat and was slammed by Zhang Shun, and ran downstairs without his life!

"How did you recognize me?!" Yang Jinpingcuo shouted: "It shouldn't be..."

Yang Jin Phuntsok’s ability to disguise is perfect. It is evident that he can achieve the position of deputy team leader with this hand. Over the years, he has never missed twice in a row. If Yan Lanyu's dying beauty, Deng'er, could find the flaws, it was because Yu Jingzhong had never slept with him, then what happened to this second-generation straw bag? Did he sleep with his brother?

Zhang Shun roared: "I won't tell you! I will lie to Laozi if I let you know?!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Shun stepped on the air, screaming angrily and rolling down the stairs. Halfway through the roll this time, Yang Jin Pingcuo jumped down and blocked him. Then he picked him up, pinched him with both hands, and slammed his hair against the wall. He banged for five or six times, and Zhang Shun’s mouth was full of bleeding, and he turned him over and stepped on his feet, and asked grimly: "--Can you tell me?"

Zhang Shunbao spit out a mouthful of blood foam, Yang Jinping wiped his face, coldly said: "I advise you to be more obedient, if I were you, I will try my best to delay waiting for someone to come to rescue now-but Zhou Hui The hope of coming back is very slim. Neither he nor the nine-tailed fox like Buddha bones very much, and the chances of deliberately throwing you down as cannon fodder are higher."

Zhang Shun said again: "Do you think I will believe it?!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, but for your pitiful sake, I will give you a chance to procrastinate." Yang Jinping sneered and repeated: "How did you recognize me? Mine? How can disguise reveal flaws?"

Zhang Shun finally couldn't help yelling: "The flaw is too big, okay?! If it was my brother, when Zhou Hui asked me to draw blood, he would either shut up, or he would just order me to draw, absolutely not. He might say "a little bit is enough", he never said such things without precise numbers!"

Yang Jin Pingcuo gave a thoughtful cry, only to hear Zhang Shun say again: "Also, if my question is stupid, he doesn't bother to answer it. If I ask him what to do with a different blood type, he will definitely not Pay attention to me, at most:'Don't worry, just do as I say'-you still patiently explain to me what Buddha blood and what equipment?!"

"..." Yang Jinping said: "How many years have you endured your brother's mental abuse?"

Zhang Shun categorically denied: "It's not what you said!" He grabbed Yang Jin Pingcuo's foot on his chest and twisted it. He learned this from watching TV. The protagonist often uses this handsome trick. He twisted the villain's ankle and fell to the ground and screamed.

However, Zhang Ershao was not the protagonist's life. Yang Jin Pingcuo only fell when he was caught off guard, and Zhang Shun almost squirted his intestines out of his mouth. The two screamed and rolled down the corridor. Zhang Shun pressed Yang Jin Pingcuo with his body, while desperately pinching his neck with his palm—the golden light of the Buddha seal almost came out of his palm, Yang Jin Pingcuo was burnt with his eyes protruding, his throat creaked, and he grabbed Zhang Shun's fingers, "Kara!" He snapped his thumb alive.

Zhang Shun cried out in pain, and as soon as he let go, Yang Jin Pingcuo turned over and took a knife to bleed his carotid artery. This is actually a very crazy move, because once the carotid artery is cut, the blood can't be blocked. Not to mention the extraction of Buddha's blood to save the life of the boss, maybe Yang Jin Pingcuo will be burned to death by Buddha's blood on the spot.

Fortunately, Zhang Shun lost his head with pain. With a violent roar, he grasped the edge of the blade firmly—the palm of the **** was cut across in an instant, then Yang Jin Pingcuo subconsciously drew the knife and took Zhang Shun With a roar of pain, he pressed Yang Jin Pingcuo's opened mouth in the chaos!

It was a coincidence between struggles, but something more surprising happened. Zhang Shun’s split palm instantly felt a warm stream penetrating into the bone, like something warm and moist rushing into the palm of the Buddha seal, spreading through the blood vessels to the chest cavity, and quickly soaking the entire body; and Yang Jinping Cuo suddenly lay motionless on the ground, his hands and feet stiff, and his eyes were full of shock.

"You... actually..."

Yang Jin Pingcuo made a clucking sound in his throat, Zhang Shun suddenly reacted to something wrong, and immediately pulled his hand back. However, the next scene almost frightened him crazy, and saw Yang Jin Phuntsok's face collapsed quickly, and his whole body was like a punctured balloon, completely turning into a dry skeleton within a few seconds!

The skeleton made a creaking sound and tried to stretch out its pale hand. Zhang Shun watched as the claw-like thing stretched out in front of him, and suddenly his head was completely black, and he let out a terrifying scream that made eardrums crack, and crawled away with crazy hands and feet.

The skeleton struggled to get up, but immediately after the hand bones and sternum broke apart, a bunch of skeletons fell off with the skin, and Karakala collapsed to the ground motionless.

Zhang Shun: "Ah ah ah ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah -!"

"Zhang Shun!" At this moment, Chu He ran down from upstairs, stepped over the skeleton in the middle of the corridor, and shouted: "What's the matter? Be quiet!"

Zhang Shun madly kicked and kicked: "Ah, ah, don't come over! I didn't do it! Don't come over!"

Chu He pressed his brother's chin, forced him to raise his face, and opened his eyelids to make him stare at him.

Chu He was injured so badly that he could not support his face, and at this time he had returned to an ordinary human state. His face was pale and plain, and at first glance there was nothing intriguing, but his eyes were bright and calm, extremely energetic, as if there was an unspeakable power of indescribable.

Zhang Shun panted violently, puffed out, his dilated pupils gradually focused, and stretched out his hand to hug his brother tremblingly.

Chu He obediently let him hug him, just about to ask what happened, suddenly his whole body was shaken.

"Brother?" Zhang Shun watched Chu He collapse, and was startled: "Brother, what's wrong with you...I wipe it?!"

The surging power came from the place where his palm touched Chu River again. This time it was even hotter and turbulent. If the warm current just now was just a stream, it would be a tsunami this time. Suddenly Zhang Shun was shocked by the endless power, and then he saw his brother staring straight at him, as if he could not say anything.

"Brother?" Zhang Shun trembled, and suddenly his eyes fell on Yang Jin Pingcuo who was scattered into a skeleton not far away.

In the light of the fire, he gave initiation and suddenly pushed his brother away and stood up!

Chu He fell silent without saying a word. In the next second, Zhou Hui flew down from upstairs, caught Chu He, and quickly detected his pulse.

"I...I don't know anything, what's going on?" Zhang Shun stood on the side with a cold body, looked at his brother and then at his hand, shuddering: "Did I take me Brother...No, it's impossible, how could this be..."

Zhou Hui punched back and knocked Zhang Shun to the ground with a bang!

Zhang Shun's head hit the wall with a "boom!", and the whole person was dumbfounded. It took a long time to recover from the pain, only to see Zhou Hui beating and hugging Chu River, staring at him in the dark. .

"It would be great if it were not for you," he said coldly, the hazy anger in his voice almost hard to suppress: "Without you, no one would have fallen to where they are today."

Zhang Shun opened his mouth in vain, but couldn't say a word.

Zhou Hui touched Chu He's hair, turned around and strode out.

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On the fourth basement level, a guard stood at the door of the intensive care unit. He seemed to hear something and looked up into the corridor.

The lighting system has been completely destroyed, and only the emergency indicator lights in the corridor are shining faintly green. The ground vibrated once or twice from time to time, and I don't know where the explosion came from.

The guard held the gun tightly and looked around vigilantly.

—At this moment, a dark shadow appeared silently behind him, slashing the back of his head like lightning.

If the blow was strong enough to break the neck bone, the hand lifted and the palm fell, and the guard fell without a word. The moment the shadow touched the ground, the shadow caught him first, dragged it to the corner, and grabbed the gun. The whole process was completed in a matter of seconds without making a sound.

The shadow turned around, and the faint light of the emergency light found his blood-stained face—that was Yu Jingzhong.

Yan Lanyu curled up in a corner unconsciously, her chest did not fluctuate at all, Yu Jingzhong put her ear on the boy's chest, and it took a long while to determine that there was still a weak heartbeat.

He breathed a sigh of relief almost silently, holding the boy on his shoulder in one hand, holding the gun in the other, and pushing the bullet into the chamber with a click.

Yu Jingzhong is not a very outstanding person. He took care of the flat head of an ordinary man, his facial features were boring, he was tall and sturdy, but he wasn't the kind of eye-catching muscle. If he wears a workshop worker's uniform, he looks like a workshop worker; if he pushes on a cleaning truck, he looks like a cleaner walking around in an office building.

However, when he stood there with a gun without saying a word, the kind of bravery, skill and dexterity characteristic of northern men would make him look extremely terrifying, and even arouse from the bottom of my heart. Feeling shuddering.

Yu Jingzhong stood at the door of the ward without putting down Yan Lanyu. He knew that if he survived today, this young man would definitely live; but if he missed, both of them would die, and he would die no matter how hard Yan Lanyu was hidden.

Yu Jingzhong took a breath and kicked open the door of the ward next second.

There was a loud bang, and the door panel hit the wall and bounced back. The four guards in the ward jumped up and rushed towards the door at the same time. At the same time Yu Jingzhong pulled the trigger, bang! One fell down, then bang! The second one fell. The third one immediately disconnected the gun, and the bullet hit the door that bounced back. Yu Jingzhong kicked and opened the door with the bullet shell splattering. The next second shot sounded, the guard was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground, blood spurting out half a person.

The last guard pulled the trigger frantically, but during a series of bullets, Yu Jingzhong had already ducked into the corridor. When the guard saw that the target was empty, he immediately stopped, and cautiously raised his gun to approach the door; however, immediately after the door frame extended a hand, the special watch clearly reflected the scene of the ward and the guards.

The next second, Yu Jingzhong leaned out like lightning and pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, the guard fell to the ground with blood splashing in his chest.

There was dead silence in the corridor, as if the fierce battle with bullets flying across had never happened before, and even the gurgling blood from the guard made no sound. Yu Jingzhong stepped over the corpse and walked to the hospital bed. Surrounded by various medical instruments, the old man opened his cloudy eyes.

"You..."

The old man seemed to try his best to say something, but he only spit out this word for a long time.

"It's time to end," Yu Jingzhong stared at him, his eyes not wavering at all.

"Even with the help of gods and Buddhas, no one can resist life and death. Your time is over. Leave hope for more people alive."

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, seeming to realize something, and there was a constant ambiguity in his throat. But Yu Jingzhong only looked at him, shook his head, and reached out to turn off the red button of the pacemaker.

In an instant the old man's body bounced, and then he tried to open his mouth, his face convulsed sharply. At that moment, he was like a snake with a spine, and he squeezed it out with a terrifying force, then suddenly fell on the bed and stopped breathing.

He stared straight into the void with his round eyes, his pupils quickly dilated, and they were covered with white clouds.

Yu Jingzhong closed his eyes heavily.

A few seconds later he opened his eyes again, and the momentary weakness and hesitation disappeared without a trace. He took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the dead old man in the hospital bed, then pushed the body out of the bed, picked up Yan Lanyu and put it on, and quickly turned on the respirator and monitor.

The screen of the bedside center monitor showed vital signs, and there was a very weak heartbeat, and the blood pressure dropped to a terrible level as the treatment slowly stabilized. Yu Jingzhong took a half step back like collapse, and let out a long and complete sigh of relief.

"Fortunately," he murmured, "You are still alive."

He set the photo on the phone as an attachment without carefully selecting the recipient at all, and sent it out in a group.

He can imagine what kind of sensation this text message will cause at this moment, how many people partying all night, how many people are fighting on the spot, how many people who are hesitating will immediately make up their minds, how many underwater forces will cause huge turmoil And shuffling-he doesn't care about these, he doesn't even care how many people are gnashing their teeth at the moment, wishing him to die.

He just raised his head and looked at the pale and serene face of the teenager.

"Fortunately," he repeated, "You are still alive."

Yu Jingzhong sat down on the ground, took out the blood-soaked smoke from the corpse pocket beside him, lit up and took a big puff. In the white mist that curled up, he raised his trembling hand and wiped the corner of his eye.