My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms

In front of the cemetery less than 50 meters ahead, it was completely dark. Hundreds of green-skinned young men gathered together, holding sticks in their hands and looking eagerly ahead.

Opposite this group of people, an old man with a stooped figure and white hair wearing an old grass-green military uniform was holding a pole and confronting these green-skinned young men fearlessly.

Although the old man's body was thin and he could not even straighten his waist, he stood there as towering as a mountain. His cloudy but shining eyes gave people an inviolable shock, which penetrated people's minds and made this gang The green-skinned gangster, who looked like he was not a good person at first glance, did not dare to take a step forward for a long time.

When Lin Hai saw the old man's frail figure and unyielding eyes, his body shook violently, and then his heart seemed to have been hit hard with a heavy hammer. His mind went blank, his body trembled violently, and two lines of tears actually appeared. Rolling down uncontrollably.

"Old man, if you are sensible, get out of here, or grandpa will kill you today!" After a long confrontation, the green-skinned gangster seemed to have lost his patience. Leading him was a chicken coop with a green dragon tattoo, holding a wooden stick and arrogantly heading towards the old man. Pointed his finger and shouted.

The old man was not afraid, but took a staggering step forward and raised his head with contempt.

"You little bastard, I am currently facing a platoon of Japanese soldiers by myself without even taking a step back. How can I still be afraid of you bastards?"

"Grass Mud Horse, I think you are tired of living. I will ask you one last time, do you want to get out or not?" After Jiwotou said, the hundreds of gangsters all walked forward with a grin on their face, and the wooden sticks were gently slapped in the palms of their hands. Waiting for the head of the chicken coop to give the order, he swarmed up and knocked the old man down.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the air was filled with suffocating depression.

But the old man opposite didn't show any timidity, and his rickety body seemed to be slowly becoming straighter at this moment.

"You guys, you guys, want to disturb even the sleeping martyrs, and let the dogs eat your conscience? No one can touch any of the plants or trees here unless they step on my body today!"

"Fuck you, how much is your conscience worth? Since you are an old and ignorant person, grandpa will kill you today!"

"Fuck me!"

The head of the chicken coop gave the order, and hundreds of young gangsters rushed forward aggressively.

A sturdy little green-skinned man took the lead, grinning evilly and hitting the old man's head with a stick.

Unexpectedly, the old man picked up the pole in his hand and pushed Xiao Qingpi's stick aside. Just as Xiao Qingpi was stunned, the old man took a lunge with his front legs, raised the pole, and struck fiercely at Xiao Qingpi's chest. Pierce out.

It turned out to be a standard bayonet move in the military, thrust!

"Kill!" The old man roared angrily, stabbing Xiao Qingpi so hard that he fell on his back.

It is a pity that the old man is old after all, and has long lost the bravery he once had. When he stabbed Xiao Qingpi down, the force of the counterattack also threw the old man onto his back.

Seeing the gangsters swarming in like flies, the old man closed his eyes unwillingly like a late hero.

Back then, with this assassination technique, I had killed countless Japanese devils from the island country. I never expected that today, I would be in peace and I would not be able to deal with even a small gangster.

"Old man, I can't protect you anymore, but it's okay, we can meet each other soon." The old man glanced at the martyrs' tombstone behind him and slowly closed his eyes.

"Kill this old guy!" Noisy curses resounded in the old man's ears. The old man regarded death as if he were home, without a trace of fear, and only a trace of regret that he could not protect his old comrade's peace after death.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sounds of flesh flesh and screams of pain came one after another. The old man closed his eyes, but did not feel any pain.

Opening his eyes in surprise, the old man was stunned.

I saw a young man in his early twenties, who didn't know when he was standing in front of him. He seemed to be crazy and viciously hit the green-skinned gangsters who kept rushing up.

The young man's attacks were so ruthless, like a demon, that even an old man crawling out of a pile of dead people would feel frightened and his eyelids would twitch wildly.

Whenever the gangster's body was hit by the young man, he would fly up into the air and fall five or six meters away. After landing, he would not even say a word, and he would bleed to death from his orifices.

The young man's eyes were red, and the tears that kept falling made his ferocious face look more and more weird. He kept letting out ferocious roars from his throat, like the god of death. The gangsters would die if they touched him, and if he touched them, they would die.

In the blink of an eye, a vacuum appeared in front of the young man. The gangsters all retreated far back, staring at the young man with trembling teeth and fear in their eyes.

"Run!" I don't know who shouted. Hundreds of gangsters threw down their wooden sticks, turned around and ran like crazy, as if they would lose their lives if they ran too slowly. They were all gone in the blink of an eye. .

The young man looked at the escaping gangster and clenched his fists tightly. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging due to the exertion and his arms were shaking slightly. It was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

The old man looked at this scene in shock. He stayed on the ground for a long time and slowly stood up.

"Thank you, young man." The old man's sincere voice sounded from behind.

The young man turned his head sharply, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

The old man looked at it for a moment, wondering why such a fierce young man started to cry inexplicably.

But when the old man saw the dozen or so apparently dead gangsters not far behind the young man, he suddenly understood.

At this moment, the old man's expression became solemn, and then he sighed softly.

"Young man, I know what you are worried about. You should leave quickly. These people..." The old man shook his arms and pointed at the dead bodies on the ground.

"I killed these people. If they want to arrest them, let them..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, the young man made a sound and knelt down heavily in front of the old man.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!!!" The young man cried heartbreakingly with tears streaming down his face.

"Grandpa?" The old man was startled, then his body trembled violently, and then he carefully looked at the young man in front of him.

"Grandpa, I am Xiao Hai! I am the Xiao Hai who was often carried on your shoulders when I was a child!" Lin Hai choked with sobs and suddenly hugged the old man's legs and cried bitterly.

"Xiao Hai!" The old man's body shook violently and he almost fell.

"Xiao Hai, are you Xiao Hai?" The old man's whole body trembled, and his two big rough hands tremblingly touched Lin Hai's face.

"It's me, grandpa!" Lin Hai held the old man's big hand with his backhand, but he cried even harder.

"You are my eldest grandson, you are Xiaohai, you are really Xiaohai, am I dreaming, am I dreaming?"

With a trembling voice, the old man helped Lin Hai up, but his turbid tears fell and dripped on the ground.

"Grandpa, this is not a dream, this is real. Xiaohai is here. Xiaohai will take you home." Lin Hai held Grandpa's hand, smiling happily, but full of tears.

"Go home? Go home?" The old man murmured, but suddenly his expression changed and he pushed Lin Hai away.

"Xiaohai, don't worry about grandpa, hurry up and leave!"