Rebirth of a Counterattack: Godly Doctor Shizi Fei

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During the third shift, dark clouds covered the moon, and a strong wind rose.

The inn was silent, three ghostly ghosts sneaked up to the third floor. There were only two types of rooms on the third floor, the sky size and the ground size. They had previously visited and knew the two boys named Zheng He and Mo. I live in the middle room of Tianzihao.

This room is also the best and most expensive room in the entire inn. Ordinary people can't afford it. It looks like a big sheep.

They took out a bamboo pipe, used it to break through the thin paper on the window, and the thick white smoke was blown into the room.

After a while, he calculated that the time was almost up, he covered his face with a cloth towel, and dared to enter the door. The room was covered with smoke. They took the medicine in advance and were not afraid.

Waving the smoke like white mist and seeing that there were two beds in the room, there seemed to be someone sleeping in the thin quilt.

The three acted separately, two went to find something, and one went to kill themselves.

After entering the door, they became more casual. Once the two were drunk, the second time they put away smoke and double protection, they would wake up without waking up.

Song Zhu took a sharp knife and went over to the bed. He didn't lift the thin quilt, so he directly pierced the quilt to avoid splashing his own blood.

This knife went down and immediately felt wrong.

He didn't do it for the first time. What did it feel like to insert the knife into the flesh? He knew very well that if the knife went down, it would be like being stuck in a cotton pile. It would never be a person.

He was going to open the quilt and look at it. The hand had just touched the quilt, and the other hand reached in front of him, clasped his wrist tightly, and then his neck hurt. He didn't have time to scream. He felt dark before his eyes and fell to the bed.

Mo Cong came down from the corner of the bed and walked towards Song Tian and Song Gao, who were turning over the boxes.

Song Tian searched for a long time and didn't find anything of value, and muttered, "This is nothing, is there anything that breaks the rich man's door, and he doesn't bring luggage with him when he goes away?"

Song Gao didn't find anything either. He stopped and said, "Did you just bring the silver ticket? Is it hidden on him?"

Song Tian stunned and then called out: "No. 3, don't tie your chest, be careful of silver tickets."

No one responded to him. They turned back and saw a figure slowly walking towards them.

The room was very dark, and they could n’t see what the person looked like. At first, they thought the person was the third child, but the more they looked, the more they felt wrong. How could the third child's head be so tall and so tall? It was Mo Cong and Zheng Gongzi who drank with them before.

Thinking of the two men, they immediately pulled out their daggers.

The room suddenly lighted up, and Mo Cong was standing a few steps away from them, and the Zheng Gongzi just turned on the lights and looked at them with a smile, without a hint of drunkenness on his face, not to mention Feeling of languor after inhaling smoke.

"Brother Song, you haven't seen me for a while, so you just think of us like this?" Mo Cong stood with his arms folded, laughing on his face, staring into their eyes, but cold and boneless.

Song Gao and Song Tian glanced at each other, knowing that it was planted today, and encountered a thorny head. After the two exchanged their eyes, they ran apart and one ran to the window and one to the door.

If ordinary people encounter such recidivists, they are embarrassed, and they dare not chase after seeing them running, but they are unlucky today, and they are all martial arts top masters. In front of real masters, they have no A chance to escape.