Eternal Night

Chapter 14 The kidnappers kidnapped the kidnappers
Since Wu Xianxiao knew the time and place of this dream world, he had some ideas.

First of all, there is the issue of money, which is a very realistic problem. Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating all require money, and a penny can make a hero fall. Secondly, if you want to build a shelter, using money to buy a building is undoubtedly the fastest option. As for establishing a force or leaving a name in history, these cannot be achieved in a short period of time.

Moreover, Wu Xianxiao also has ambitions in his heart!

He wants to establish a second-level shelter in this world!

It is impossible to bring anything back to the real world from the first-level shelter, except through the lottery of the main brain. No matter what treasures there are, they cannot be taken away. However, the second-level shelter can exchange materials with the dream world, and the chirp on his shoulder is proof of this.

Putting aside the rewards of the second-level shelter, the interactive materials alone are enough for him to take the risk. This means that he can obtain a steady supply of food from this shelter, which is a life-saving thing, so that he will not starve to death if he does not enter the dream world for a few days.

To set up a secondary shelter, careful planning is required.

But luckily...

Wu Xianxiao looked at Yamade.

After Yamade was stared at for a few seconds, he asked curiously, "Is there a problem? Or have we been targeted by a monster or something?"

"No, I just think your yellow hair looks good." Wu Xianxiao said something that Yamade was inexplicable.

Amadea is a mixed-race child. Most of the newborns during the Third World War were mixed-race children. On the contrary, people during the Fourth World War were mixed-race children, some were white, some were yellow, and some were black.

The three of them passed the city gate inspection easily. In fact, when Yamadea arrived at the city gate, the Qing soldiers checking the city gate did not dare to stop the three of them and allowed them to pass through the city gate in a swagger.

Just like that, the three of them entered the city of Xuanhua Prefecture, but there was nothing interesting inside. To the three of them, there were only low earthen houses and brick houses. Yamadea and Xu Shilan both looked at Wu Xianxiao, wanting to see how he could conjure up money.

Wu Xianxiao did not elaborate, but just stood at the open space at the city gate for about a minute, and then led the two of them into the small alleys and lanes of the buildings in the city. The two of them did not doubt anything, but just followed his footsteps.

Just like that, the three of them circled around in this intricate alleyway. After walking for a while, Yamade couldn't help but ask, "I say, are you lost?"

Xu Shilan also nodded and said, "We have come to this place three times. Either you are lost or you are waiting for something."

Wu Xianxiao just smiled and before he could say anything, a dozen people poured out from all over the alley.

These dozen people were dressed in various clothes, looking like beggars and refugees. Most of them were dark and thin. Although they all had "weapons" such as pitchforks, hoes, kitchen knives, etc., to be honest, they did not look threatening at all.

Although more than ten people surrounded them, this did not arouse the vigilance of Yamade and Xu Shilan at all. They were talking to Wu Xianxiao and were about to pass through these dozen people while talking.

The first "refugee" raised the bamboo pole in his hand and stabbed it at Amadea, but he did not aim at fatal parts such as the chest, head, throat, or stomach. Instead, he aimed the bamboo pole at Amadea's thigh.

Don't be fooled by Yamade's fierce appearance, he is actually not a good person. Although he was stabbed suddenly, he still reacted in time and kicked hard with one leg. Not only did he break the bamboo pole, but he also kicked the "refugee" and kicked him at least four or five meters away. Before the man stopped rolling, blood started gushing out of his five orifices and it was obvious that he was dead.

A dozen people around were all startled, and then they started cursing and shouting, but the initial trend of the siege was interrupted, and even a few people began to move backwards vaguely.

"What a cruel method."

"The foreign devils are so vicious and cunning!"

"And those two traitors who are accomplices to the evil!"

"Kill them, go ahead, kill them!"

A dozen people started to clamor, but no one dared to go forward first. Everyone was waiting for others to go forward first. At this moment, the sound of hand drums was heard, accompanied by several women in red clothes and red pants, and then the two martial artists. They were guarding a young man who walked at the end.

Yamade laughed, but his smile had a bloodthirsty and ferocious feeling. He looked at Wu Xianxiao and asked, "Do you want to keep him alive?"

Xu Shilan also said at this time: "Is there a suitable clinic or hospital nearby? Organs are premium commodities in any era."

This made Wu Xianxiao speechless.

There seem to be a lot of talented people among the maintenance staff, but why were the seniors in the previous rounds so normal?

At this time, the women in red shirts and red pants had come to the refugees. When the refugees saw these women, they immediately became brave and moved to protect the women. One woman walked in front of the refugees, holding one hand on her wrist and raising the other hand and said, "Moha, Moha, show me your wrist, show me your moves."

These words were addressed to Wu Xianxiao. It was obvious that the visitor had already seen that Wu Xianxiao was the leader of the three people. Although they were surprised that the foreigners actually listened to the Chinese, now that they had come to a head and people had died, they had to clean up the situation.

This is of course a jargon, or a bandit language, a code language, which Wu Xianxiao does not understand, but the main brain will convert any language in the world into a language that Wu Xianxiao understands, and it will also convert the words spoken by these maintenance personnel into a language that the intelligent life in the world understands, so these words in Wu Xianxiao's ears became: "Brother, you have a foothold on that mountain, tell me your origin, maybe we still have some relationship."

Wu Xianxiao replied: "No, you were the ones who stopped us. Why do you make it seem like we were the ones who started the fight first?"

This made a dozen refugees, several women in red, including the two martial artists and the young master stunned. Then the young master laughed and said, "I was mistaken. She is actually from a good family. Uncle Li and Uncle Yang, go ahead. Don't kill the foreign devils. Uh, don't kill that woman either."

The two martial artists nodded and strode towards Wu Xianxiao and the other two.

At the same time, several women in red actually took out talisman papers on the spot, waved their hands and they spontaneously combusted, and then they chanted and performed a magic dance.

The three of them immediately became alert, but their targets were the women in red.
As the woman in red chanted incantations and burned paper, the refugees became fanatical, shouting that their magical powers protected them and that they were invulnerable to swords and guns, and rushed towards the three people.

Yamadea continued to kick, and the first person who had a pitchfork in his hand was kicked to pieces. The huge force kicked him and he flew four or five meters away. He fell to the ground and began to bleed.

If you get to know the second-level body, it's almost like someone who can fight like Tyson, run like Bolt, and has the endurance of a triathlete. What's more, Yamade is tall and strong, with a physical strength at least three or four times that of these refugees. The force of her kick is like a head-on collision with a sports car. Unless you are wearing armor, you will be slaughtered by her if you use cold weapons.

"...Nothing special?" Yamade looked at Wu Xianxiao.

Wu Xianxiao raised his head and glanced three or four meters above the head of the woman in red, then he shook his head and strode towards the front battlefield.

Different from what ordinary people see, when these women in red were chanting spells and burning paper, Wu Xianxiao saw a vague human figure appear above their heads, but it was not clear. It seemed that some power or reality forcibly dispersed the human figure. Seeing this, Wu Xianxiao immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, this is a world of 0.9 of the baseline reality. It is basically impossible for the world to deviate too much. Even if there are really magical things, it is impossible for a few passers-by to use it. It must be a world at least below 0.5 of the baseline reality.

Since that was the case, Wu Xianxiao did not hesitate and strode towards the two martial artists. At the same time, he said to Yamade: "Whoever hits you, you hit him back."

Yamade was slightly stunned, then she understood what Wu Xianxiao meant. It was simply that he would attack whoever attacked him, and he would show no mercy to whoever was cruel to him.

At this time, the two martial artists had come to within three meters of Wu Xianxiao. It was obvious that they knew a set of combined attack techniques, and their heights and looks were somewhat similar. They were either fellow disciples or brothers. In Chinese martial arts, only people with very good tacit understanding can practice combined techniques.

However, Wu Xianxiao was not afraid. He stretched out his hand first, and when he attacked, his hand slowly turned into a claw shape.

This move immediately made the two martial artists look cautious, but at this time, Yamade was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, and she beat the dozen villagers and church members so hard that they cried and fled, and even the woman in red was retreating. The two martial artists did not care about anything at this time, one used his claws like a tiger, and the other used his beak like a crane, and they attacked Wu Xianxiao from the left and right, using the dual forms of tiger and crane.

When the two men rushed over, Wu Xianxiao glared with his eyes widened. He had already entered the state of Qi and blood transportation of the Tiger Demonic Art. This glare made the two practitioners' hands and feet pause slightly, as if they were not about to pounce on a person, but a real white-browed tiger, and a bloody storm was coming towards them.

There was just a slight pause, and ordinary people would not even notice it, but Wu Xianxiao rushed forward in the blink of an eye, one claw against another, and two claws and five fingers against each other. But the next second, the tiger claw practitioner howled and retreated, and the tips of his five fingers were bleeding, and his fingers were broken and twisted into a ball. Just a touch, and his tiger claw was directly disabled.

"Master! It's the Master!" The Tiger Claw practitioner howled.

At this time, the crane-shaped practitioner could no longer stop his movement. His beak was about to hit Wu Xianxiao's waist. The moment he heard this, his whole body was trembling. He was about to retreat violently, but how could Wu Xianxiao let him retreat? Although he was sideways, he seemed to have eyes behind his head. His other hand was raised up into a palm, as if a knife was slashing down, and it was straight towards the crane-shaped practitioner's crane beak forearm.

With a crisp sound, the crane-shaped martial artist howled and retreated, one of his arms was broken and hanging down, obviously it had been completely broken.

The fight was fought in a flash, with the winner decided in less than a second. The hands and arms of the two martial artists were broken, and they had no fighting power at all. The dozen or so believers were beaten by Yamadeh and cried for their parents, and even several women in red were stunned.

At this time, Wu Xianxiao looked directly at the young man, stepped hard on the ground, and rushed to the front of the young man who was still in shock.

The young master was trembling all over. Of course he heard the word "master" shouted by the martial artist. His father was a master of traditional Chinese martial arts, so he naturally knew that if such a person lightly hit you, your internal organs would burst and die. He immediately screamed: "My father is Xu Zhenshan, the leader of the Yanshan Yaozi, you can't kill me!!"

Xiang Yaozi is also a slang term, which actually refers to the so-called horse bandits, or local bandits, mountain bandits, etc. In modern terms, they are kidnappers.

Wu Xianxiao didn't kill him, but put one hand on his shoulder. The young man almost fell to the ground. Wu Xianxiao said cheerfully: "Okay, I know you are the son of the kidnapper leader, so now..."

"You've been kidnapped."

(End of this chapter)