Yan Fei

Chapter 109 Factory Building

Xu Wanfeng and Yan Xinghe followed the compass to the northwest side of Chilupan after a day of rest.They didn't want to stay any longer, and Chechen felt that Xu Wanfeng was annoying, so he wanted to drive him away openly and secretly.

Most boys are like this when they grow up. When they were young, they had a strong relationship with their partners, but when they grow up, they seem to be more and more disgusted.Why doesn't Yan Xing quite understand.When he was young, he was only with Yan Yuxu and had no playmates, so he was naturally not able to react to such things.

After leaving Moduo, there was only snow and sand on both sides, Yan Xinghe and Xu Wanfeng got together and no one spoke.

The two of them stopped in Xuncheng to rest for a while, and then went on their way again. In the evening, there was something wrong with the compass.

When the two of them passed by a snow-capped mountain, the pointer on the compass turned slightly to the southwest.

Xu Wanfeng wore an eye mask again, so he couldn't see, so Ganu listened to Yan Xinghe's words and turned back.

"Swallow, is your fan still working?"

Yan Xinghe was taken aback by his endless questions, and said, "Naturally."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's still..."

"How was your breakfast today?"

Yan Xinghe was in a daze and was about to answer, who would have thought that the heel of his leg was suddenly touched very skillfully, and his waist suddenly softened.

"Xu Wanfeng!"

"I won't mess with you..." Xu Wanfeng hugged him, his lips pressed against his face were scalded as if they were imprinting hickey marks on his face with a branding iron, "Just touch it..."

"Damn...you're doing something right! Don't make trouble for me...!"

"Swallow, if I can't do it, I will definitely accompany you, even if it means death."

Yan Xinghe was stunned by Xu Wanfeng's sudden words in the dusty sky.He pursed his lips tightly, really having nothing to say.

Up to now, he really has nothing to say.

To persuade Xu Wanfeng to spare his life?

That makes no sense.

He was the one who teased Xu Wanfeng first, and the two of them were exhausted in the end. He had no reason to let people let go of the matter he provoked.

In fact, when I think about it, in the final analysis, Xu Wanfeng is a very high-minded, thoughtful person who has a habitual old problem, always thinking about things, just trying to hang on to his sweetheart with that little life.

"Okay, Zhiming." Yan Xinghe comforted him, leaning back and rubbing his face, "Do you still want to learn how to hide your beauty in a golden house? That's fine, just go to a pharmaceutical factory, nothing will happen. ,Um?"

"You know I'm not talking about this..."

Ganu suddenly lay down and refused to leave.

The two of them looked from a distance, and saw a railway track lying in the white valley, and a factory building built of black stone walls on it. The heat wave melted the surrounding snow, and the red flames illuminated the entire valley.

There was an iron trolley on the rails, with several sacks on it, and a man was driving a cow and pulling the iron trolley slowly towards the factory building.

The sun is westward, which is a good time to go down.Yan Xinghe was worried about Xu Wanfeng's eyes, and didn't want him to go down with him, but Xu Wanfeng wanted to cling to him, so there was nothing he could do.Ganu stayed behind a rock at the foot of the mountain, and the two of them gradually approached the railway track along the cover of the rock.

Rails are rarely used in Minghan, and most of them are used to transport basalt charcoal from various places to the capital. Because the cost is high and the technology is not easy to master, there is a special place in Panyuan to do it. For the laying of railroad tracks, no one wants to know that there are people who understand this technology.

The cattle driver was still a bend away from the door opening of the factory building. Yan Xinghe took advantage of the darkness on the opposite side and couldn't see clearly, so he touched him quickly and pinched him unconscious.

"Hey," Xu Wanfeng blocked his eyes with his hand, and walked to the side of the iron cart, "I don't see how you can do this."

As Yan Xinghe went to open the sack, he smiled and said: "I know a lot, and I will have a lot of time to play with you in the future, let's do business first."

Xu Wanfeng rubbed his nose uncomfortably, leaned over and hugged his waist, and looked into the sack.However, Yan Xinghe couldn't open the sack when he pulled it, and Yan Xinghe pulled it on without seeing anything.

"what happened?"

Yan Xinghe sighed: "It's a person. A child. It's the same as what my elder brother said in Langya Valley."

"died?"

"I'm out of breath." He turned his head to look at Xu Wanfeng, tore him off his back, and said, "Let's go."

The factory building was neglected to be guarded. After entering, although the two of them walked cautiously, they walked around and saw no one.

The factory building was divided into two floors. When they went up to the second floor, there were three people standing beside a large stove that was burning to the sky, and they were throwing children into the stove.

Yan Xinghe's stomach cramped and he was about to vomit.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today... I really wouldn't have known such a crazy thing would happen." Yan Xing said.

Xu Wanfeng lifted Liu Yue, patted him on the shoulder, and quickly detoured like a ghost, approaching a person a little further away.

Yan Xinghe naturally understood what he meant.Compared with himself, Xu Wanfeng, the evil spirit Wu Qing, is naturally better at working in the dark.Given where he was, it was not difficult to approach the person on the left quietly.

Xu Wanfeng watched Yan Xinghe's actions, and did not act until he was in place.After all, the three of them stood facing each other, and if one fell, the other two would see it.

Xu Wanfeng raised the saber in his hand, even though Liuyue was a long saber, he could still wield it freely in his hand, from the moment the blade sank into the chest of the Jaizu cultist to when he was kicked off the stove by Xu Wanfeng, it was only a matter of breath.

When Yan Xing saw him make a move, he also neatly twisted the neck of this person.

The two of them killed people on both sides. There are only stairs on both sides to go to the first floor, which happened to cut off the retreat of the person in the middle.

The man looked up at them, untied a sack unhurriedly, and asked, "Who are you?"

Yan Xing, He Yaoyao glanced at Xu Wanfeng, and then at that person.

"Don't talk? Aren't you two dumb?" The man chuckled, and suddenly took out a shiny silver piece of iron from his pocket and threw it at the stove.

Xu Wanfeng frowned, and shouted to Yan Xinghe: "Kill him! Quick!"

The two of them had a very tacit understanding, and before the words fell, Yan Xinghe had already thrown the blade.

"Zhiming, what happened?!"

Xu Wanfeng stared at the piece of iron that was not gradually submerged, gritted his teeth and said, "We've been put together. They've prepared for it, and there will be trouble later!"

Angrily, he kicked the man off the stove, rushed over to pull Yan Xinghe, and ran to the first floor without saying a word. Unexpectedly, the floor of the first floor suddenly turned up two pieces, and a large number of crazy people rushed up from the bottom. average person.

Their eyes were blank, their hair disheveled, and they were more stupid than crazy.Although they were holding big knives, they didn't gesture at the two of them, they just crowded the aisle.

There was no guardrail on the side of the aisle near the stove, and this group of inexplicable people pushed the two of them away again. Xu Wanfeng was standing close to the hot stove, why Yan Xing was in such a hurry to pull him, so he didn't realize that Yi was already crowded. Someone who had come up behind him suddenly and silently swung a stick.

Xu Wanfeng was so suffocated by the heat wave that he could hardly open his eyes, he rubbed his face hard before he managed to see something.Seeing that the stick was about to fall on the back of Yan Xinghe's head, Xu Wanfeng simply pushed away the people around him and raised his hand to stop him.

The man tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and slammed the stick down.

His hands were numb with pain, and he guessed that the bones in his palms would be cracked if not broken, and there was also a wound on the back of his hand.Fortunately, Yan Xinghe was relieved, even if he hit him, he wouldn't be dizzy when hit.

As soon as Yan Xinghe looked back and saw Xu Wanfeng's troubled hand, his eyes turned red immediately, his voice was tightly suppressed in his throat, and he opened his mouth to almost scream.

Xu Wanfeng's right hand can no longer be used, and he can't lift Liuyue, but his left hand is still pulling Yan Xinghe to push behind him.

"Xu Wanfeng, why the hell are you crazy?!"

"You should be glad he didn't mention a knife! Get out!"

Yan Xinghe tightly hugged his waist, but the person holding the stick had already raised the stick again.

Yan Xinghe stared at the man's face reflected by the flames like a ghost, gritted his teeth, and pushed Xu Wanfeng aside.Xu Wanfeng's forehead was colliding with the iron pole, and there were gold stars in front of his eyes, his fingers curled up forcefully, and his knuckles turned white.

He shook his head violently, and only then came to his senses, only to see that Yan Xinghe had passed out, and several people were trying to lift him out.

He opened his mouth and just wanted to get up, but he couldn't say anything due to the dull pain in the back of his head.

When Xu Wanfeng's consciousness gradually came back, some sounds like insects and whispers gradually sounded in his ears.He held back the pain in the back of his head and looked up.

Yan Xinghe leaned on him, frowning tightly, before he woke up, the blood from his forehead had already dried on his face.

He put his arms around Yan Xinghe, and squeezed him tighter.

The house they were in seemed to have been dug out of stone, with no windows, just an old wooden door that barely hung on the door frame.

A candle was lit on the table in the room, surrounded by cabinets crowded with walls, letters and books were randomly piled up, and even piled up on the ground at the foot of the table, it seems that the owner here is not good at taking care of it.

He frowned, and leaned slightly to reach for a piece of paper.

"Zhi... Ming..." Yan Xinghe scratched his chest, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Xu Wanfeng immediately turned to look at him nervously: "How?"

Yan Xinghe gasped, and was about to reach out to touch his forehead when Xu Wanfeng stopped him.

"You were knocked on the head by them, so don't touch it yet."

Yan Xinghe had no choice but to curl his lips, and withdrew his hand.He looked up, and pulled his right hand over nervously: "You don't know what to do with this hand, stop grabbing things! What are you?"

"I don't know." Xu Wanfeng bent his back slightly, put his right hand aside, and said with a breath, "Look at the things in this room, I just picked up a piece of it nearby, and haven't looked at it carefully yet."

"Your eyesight is bad, rest first." Yan Xinghe pressed his head on his shoulder and smoothed his hair.He touched the paper, raised his eyebrows and said, "I've seen this paper from someone I know, it's not something Minghan would have."

The two of them looked at each other, Xu Wanfeng was about to say something when he heard a sound coming from outside the house, Yan Xinghe quickly stuffed the paper into his arms, and the two quickly returned to their original appearance.

After a few breaths, someone pushed the door and entered, followed by another person.The person walking in front asked: "Which side is the holy envoy?"

Another said: "It's a horse."

The man paused and said respectfully: "Is there an order from the leader this time?"

Bishop?

Yan Xinghe scratched Xu Wanfeng's palm.Xu Wanfeng slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then smiled.

The "Holy Envoy" didn't answer, but turned around to look at Xu Wanfeng and Yan Xinghe.

"Who are these two?"

"It's just two little bugs that sneaked in."

The envoy came to them, bent down to look at Yan Xinghe, and suddenly grabbed his collar: "I want this man."

Xu Wanfeng grabbed the clothes on Yan Xinghe's back suddenly.

"Apostle?"

"Silver hair... Look again, there are still some black lines in the collar. He was hit by Yazi, but now he is alive and kicking, and he can still run into the factory. He has the antidote on him."