Chapter 65 Red Curtain

He started running out, but the skeleton sailor realized belatedly and picked up his tabletop musket to catch up.

"Ah! Stop chasing me! Quan, you bastard! I'm not done with you, Master Dao!"

Song Jingyun turned around and was furious: "Damn! Why do these people still have guns?! Privately carrying firearms is regulated for more than three years but not more than seven years! I want to contact your embassy! We have consular jurisdiction!"

"boom--!!"

The old-fashioned gun had no silencer, and bullets hit the deck at Song Jingyun's feet.

"You are like this, you are like this," Song Jingyun looked at the bullet marks at his feet in shock, feeling heartbroken, "If you have no law and hurt someone with a gun, the maximum penalty is the death penalty!"

The three sailors laughed, murmured a few more curses, and strode out of the hatch with their guns in hand—

"呲——"

The electric light suddenly exploded, almost splitting another space layer in the dark night, and unstoppably swept away the neck of the skeleton sailor in the center.

"Boom!" The head rolled off the splint.

"Look," Song Jingyun said sympathetically, "I'd say the maximum penalty is the death penalty."

Before the other sailors on both sides could react, Quan Heng jumped from the roof of the cabin behind them. The moment he stood up straight with his knees bent, he grasped the nine-section whip and pulled it back. The two sides were like poisonous snakes biting their prey. The lightning was dazzling and they strangled them together!

There was a burning smell and the sound of cracking bones. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the neck was cracked first or melted first.

Quan Heng raised her hand and flicked it, and the blood-colored electric light folded into two from the inside and then extended. She didn't even need to change her hands, and the holding point automatically changed from the center of the nine-section whip to one end of the Tianshu.

She turned her eyes and looked at the two falling monster heads.

"Times have changed, my lord," Song Jingyun kicked the monster's head aside and said, "Do you think this is the British and French coalition, or the Opium War?"

As he spoke, he lifted the rifle from the monster's hand with a tip of his toe, and threw the other pistol to Quan Heng.

"You know how to use a gun?" Quan Heng caught it.

"Ah? No way." Song Jingyun was surprised. He just felt that guns were new and powerful in his subconscious. "How can I play this? I have never been to a shooting club."

Quan Heng paused and turned the old-fashioned revolver in his hand to the empty bullet hole to prevent misfire.

"This is a revolver. It has no safety and is easy to use." Quan Heng threw the gun back to Song Jingyun and raised his chin slightly to indicate, "Drop the front-loading Wutong musket in your hand. The weapon protection cannot be controlled. Without you, it will only bring disaster.”

Song Jingyun was stunned.

"Okay," Quan Heng turned around calmly, "Get off the cabin."

"Hey, that fake Taoist priest is so bad, cunning and hateful. He won't bully Sister Heng, right?"

Lu Xiaoman walked towards the ancient town with a worried look on his face: "After all, Sister Heng is so kind!"

"I think..." Lu Qiusheng thought seriously, "Since the chief allows us to establish a good relationship with Sister Heng, it proves that she is very capable, and that fake Taoist priest is no match for her! Oh, by the way."

"——Did Sister Heng ask you to borrow a special item before she left? What was it?"

"Physical fitness lock! There are also some props related to health points, trading cards, etc., and explosives!"

Lu Xiaoman straightened the bamboo hat on his back: "The explosives were left over from the mountains I blasted to get spices. They were all given to Sister Heng!"

"Physical locks have serious side effects! There are also explosives. Didn't the chief say that you won't be allowed to borrow them randomly——"

"Bang——!!"

There was a loud noise, and the fire lit up half of the sky in the blink of an eye, almost scorching the red moon hanging high in the sky.

Lu Qiusheng trembled and said in surprise: "That's an ancient town?! Are you going to run to put out the fire? But we're lost!"

"There seems to be someone over there...the two brothers who sent us to the Buddhist cave! I'll go ask!"

Lu Xiaoman hurriedly ran over and pulled the fisherman's sleeve, "Brother, can you tell us..."

The fisherman remained unmoved, staring directly at the fire soaring into the sky, his straight back unnaturally stiff.

"Xiaoman, come back!" Lu Qiusheng suddenly realized something and shouted sharply!

"What...?" Lu Xiaoman turned around blankly.

The man carrying the harpoon suddenly looked back, his face was swollen and rotten, large patches of hair sprouted, his back was long and curved, his muscles swelled, and a huge shadow enveloped the child with dull, wide-eyed eyes.

In just an instant, they changed from honest fishermen and hunters to ferocious and crazy beasts.

"Wow, Hulk..." Lu Xiaoman opened his mouth.

The fisherman grabbed the iron fork beside him and stabbed Lu Xiaoman's chest hard amid the hunter's increasingly shrill screams!

"Xiaoman!" Lu Qiusheng roared, watching the young man being stabbed up by the steel fork and violently thrown to a big tree nearby!

The forest roared loudly, and the beasts roared!

——

"Hey, let me go, why does it smell so bad down here?"

Song Jingyun pinched his nose and stepped down the steps in disgust, reaching the space under the ship's deck.

"It smells like the boys returning to the dormitory after playing basketball in the summer and taking off their shoes and stacking their socks together."

Quan Heng: "..."

Thank you so much for your vivid description.

"Where can we go if we don't go to the cabin?"

Quan Heng put his fingers between his nose and his tone was quite calm.

"Does the Taoist Master want to drill a hole into the boat from the bottom of the water? Or make some big noise and let everyone run a marathon together in the sea breeze, with fireworks included?"

"You don't mind me," Song Jingyun's scalp went numb, "You'd better not expose me to bullets and artillery fire. I'm just a law-abiding commoner. If I hear another gunshot, I'm going to suffer from PTSD."

It sounds difficult to do.

Quan Heng smiled and threw the explosives to him, "We can't keep this gunboat, just blow it up..."

"anyone there……"

The two of them paused and looked at a candle flickering in the darkness ahead.

"help me……"

Weak murmurs echoed in the damp and smelly cabin, accompanied by the collision of iron chains.

"Damn it, you're not going to attract ghosts, are you?"

Song Jingyun's back felt hairy as he pulled out a few pieces of yellow paper and lit them on fire, "Oh, hurry up and recite the golden spell to open the altar. What's the first sentence..."

Quan Heng concentrated his attention and walked towards the source of the sound.

There are no monsters in this cabin, except for the wine cellar, warehouse and lounge. Further inside is the hatch leading to the third-level storage room.

The hatch was sealed with iron plates, and only a fist-sized "small door" in the middle could be pushed open.

Quan Heng thought for two seconds, bent his knees and approached, opened the small door and fell Tianshu in.

The lightning was like the aurora in daylight, filling the suffocating cage eroded by darkness with oxygen. It seemed as if countless iron chains were shaking and tightening in the void at this moment. There was an indescribable, very old, dusty smell.

Quan Heng’s pupils were slightly shaken——

The space was narrow and closed, with a large number of antiques piled up haphazardly. Authentic famous paintings were thrown on the wet shipboard. Priceless bronzes and porcelain were piled together like scraps. The exquisite Dunhuang murals were violently split and broken into several pieces.

Among countless treasures, a huge, bright red silk dances without the wind.

The hunting red curtain is like a long river that passes through history and time, silent and turbulent. The scarlet blood embraces the scorching lightning with sorrow and heat.

Quan Heng quickly pulled back [Tianshu] with quick eyes and hands, and saw clearly the Buddha's head under the red curtain.

The Buddha's head and neck were violently severed by artillery fire, and he was imprisoned in a dog cage at will. He still lowered his eyebrows in compassion. The corners of his eyes were moist at the moment when the long-lost light faded. Darkness invaded again, and it was another long wait for the dust to fall on his shoulders.

Buddha is weeping.

"I saw...the backbone of the times..."

Hong Mu broke through the cage along the holes, exhausted all her strength, and fell into the arms of her hometown.

"I...heard...the laughter of the prosperous age..."

"...I smell the...fragrance of my homeland..."

Quan Heng lowered his eyes and heard countless weak murmurs, as light as a feather and as heavy as a mountain.

"Please... don't break in... the robber's cell..."

Quan Heng closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

Hold the red curtain in your hand tightly.

By the way, there is an exam coming up, so the number of updates may be reduced. I would like to ask all readers to understand [Bow——! ! 】

There will be more updates during the winter vacation! !