Chapter 2989 Shen Tianyu 389
Gu Chufan quickly opened the car door and reached out to pull Gu Yifeng.
Jing Hong and the photographer also quickly opened the car door and jumped out.
Gu Yifeng picked up Gu Chufan and ran away.
Jing Hong pulled the driver out and ran away.
With a loud bang, the car was instantly blown into pieces and the crows flew away in all directions!
The fire burned fiercely and the temperature rose sharply.
The driver was terrified. After he came to his senses, he lay on the ground and cursed at the top of his lungs, cursing the people who bombed his car, cursing his own bad luck, and cursing Jing Hong and others in Cambodian. He cried, cursed, and pounded the ground until he was hoarse, his face full of the extreme despair and pain of an ordinary person.
Gu Yifeng supported Gu Chufan, walked up to him, took off the watch on his wrist and gave it to him.
It was a Patek Philippe platinum watch, worth several million.
The driver's crying stopped abruptly.
When the driver accepted their order, he knew that Gu Yifeng and Gu Chufan must be from wealthy families, as they both had such noble temperaments.
He took the watch, and the despair on his face disappeared, replaced by surprise.
Gu Yifeng said, "Run quickly! Sell the watch and you can buy dozens of taxis."
The driver got up and ran, holding the watch tightly in his hand.
Jing Hong looked into the distance and said to Gu Yifeng, "Uncle Gu, take Chu Fan and my junior brother with you. I'll cover your rear."
A skinny figure slowly walked out from the thick smoke.
The man wore loose, black, tight-fitting trousers and was barefoot. A thin, tiger-striped piece of leather was draped diagonally over his left shoulder. Trinkets jingled around his neck and wrists, and his arms and chest were covered in tattoos of strange symbols. His hair was extremely short, so short that his scalp was visible. His face was horribly wrinkled, his skin was dark, and he had a mustache around his mouth.
At first glance, this man looks to be in his seventies or eighties, but the skin on his arms and legs doesn't look that old.
Jing Hong knew that this man was at most fifty years old.
There are so many wrinkles on the face because of the backlash from practicing evil magic such as black magic.
Although he was skinny, he exuded a terrifying and evil aura.
Gu Yifeng also saw the man and had a hunch that he was up to no good.
Gu Yifeng said, "Xiao Jing, you take Chu Fan and the others and go first. I'll cover the rear."
Jing Hong stared at the old man who was getting closer and closer. "He is a sorcerer. We need people who practice cultivation to deal with him. You go."
Gu Yifeng said firmly, "You are young and haven't even started a family yet. Take Chu Fan away!"
He was not a cultivator, but he did not want to sacrifice this young man.
Being the last one to leave usually means losing one's life.
Jing Hong glanced at him sideways, his eyes slightly deep. "Uncle Gu, I'm not being polite to you, nor am I acting. My grandfather can sense my presence and will come to help me. If you stay behind to cover my retreat, you'll only end up dead."
The photographer was very dedicated and was still taking pictures with his mobile phone even at this time.
He patted Gu Yifeng while persuading him, "Uncle Shuai, my senior brother is right. Please take Master Ling away."
The man was getting closer.
The evil aura on his body became stronger and stronger.
Almost everyone felt that evil aura.
Jing Hong suddenly turned around and yelled at the photographer, "You leave too! Everyone, leave! Leave now!"
The photographer was startled, the camera of his mobile phone trembled, and he thought to himself, is his acting so realistic?
for real?
Jing Hong suddenly reached out and pushed him, "Hurry up! I'm really not acting! If you don't leave now, it will be too late!"
The photographer is smart, but he is not as skilled or as utilitarian as him.
He pushed me thirty or forty meters away.
Jing Hong picked up Gu Chufan, put him in Gu Yifeng's arms, and stretched out his hand to push him out twenty or thirty meters.
Gu Yifeng held Gu Chufan in his arms, looked at Jing Hong from a distance, took off the gun from his waist and threw it to him.
The photographer walked up to Gu Yifeng and said, "Uncle Handsome, let's go. If we stay here, it will only distract him. We should go back and get help. That's the important thing to do."
Gu Yifeng nodded and walked forward holding Gu Chufan.
He dialed Shen Tianyu's cell phone number.
I found that my phone was not working.
Call again, the phone has no signal.
Looking around, I realized I was in a remote place again.
He had no choice but to run all the way with Gu Chufan in his arms, because there was not even a car in sight.
The very dedicated photographer did not forget to record a few more times while retreating.
The sorcerer was approaching Jing Hong.
Jing Hong bent down, picked up Gu Yifeng's gun, and shot the sorcerer in the chest.
The sorcerer quickly dodged to the right.
Jing Hong shot him in the chest again.
The sorcerer dodged to the left and still avoided it.
He was too agile.
Jing Hong fired several shots but missed.
Seeing him getting closer and closer, Jing Hong fired again, but found that there was no bullet in the gun.
Jing Hong quickly took out a dagger from behind his waist, then pressed the switch and the dagger turned into a long sword.
He swung the sword and stabbed at the skinny old man!
Once the sword is swung, it is like a slender meteor, with countless shining lights. It looks gorgeous, but in fact it is only one move.
One move goes straight to the vital point and one strike is sure to hit the target.
The old man raised his hands and clamped the sword.
Jing Hong gritted his teeth and stabbed straight at his chest with the sword in hand!
The sword, carrying his strength, rubbed against the old man's palm, making a buzzing sound.
He used all his strength, and the sword was no longer just a sword.
The old man's palms were like iron.
The sword light and his iron palm emitted sparks.
The sword pierced the old man's chest!
There was no sign of pain on the old man's face, and very little blood flowed from the place where the stab wound was made.
When Jing Hong was about to thrust the sword forward, the old man suddenly released his hands from the sword and slapped Jing Hong in the chest!
Jing Hong couldn't dodge in time and was hit by a palm!
That palm was like a thunder explosion, so powerful!
The shock made him stagger and he took several steps back before he could steady himself.
He felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The old man laughed strangely and pointed at his chest, implying that he could use his internal force to shift his heart by a few millimeters, so this minor injury was not worth mentioning.
He pulled out the sword from his chest and threw it at Jing Hong!
Jing Hong endured the pain and moved his body.
The sword brushed past his sleeve and stabbed into the ground, going three-quarters deep!
Jing Hong raised his foot to draw his sword.
The old man clenched his hands and suddenly threw a fireball!
The fireball exploded beside Jing Hong!
Jing Hong quickly jumped far away, and his clothes were almost burned!
There's a smell of thunder and fire in the air!
The old man laughed strangely again.
He seemed to look down on Jing Hong and didn't even summon the crows to deal with him. He planned to play with him a few times, kill him, and then chase Gu Yifeng and the others.
Jing Hong turned his head to look at Gu Yifeng and the others, and saw that they had already run far away.
This old man is more skilled than him and has evil abilities.
If they fought him seriously, he would never be able to beat him.
Jing Hong pulled out a talisman from his bosom and said sternly, "Old man, come with me to see the ghost!"
The old man's eyes darkened, but he still grinned, as if he looked down on this mere piece of paper.
Jing Hong twisted his fingers in the air, and fire ignited between his fingers.
He quickly pointed the fire from his fingertips towards the talisman.
Suddenly, a powerful voice echoed from the air, "You little bastard, your grandfather painstakingly drew these talismans for you to keep for your life, and you burned them like waste paper?"
