As soon as Hei Xazi spoke, three of the five people present turned their gazes to Wu Xie.

The eyes behind the black sunglasses held a hint of mockery, though his expression remained a smile.

But anyone with eyes could see he wasn't about to let loose any profound insights. His entire demeanor screamed jest.

Although Zhang Qiling's expression remained unchanged, his gaze shifted from the surroundings to Wu Xie's face, his eyes flickering slightly.

Wu Ling also felt something was off upon hearing this. He looked up at his older brother, his mind racing with who knows what strange and peculiar thoughts.

His gaze fell to Wu Xie's lower half, his expression showing a hint of surprise.

Wu Xie glanced at him, knowing he was thinking something inappropriate. She quickly covered his mouth before he could say anything outrageous:

"Don't overthink it. My brother has never eaten pork, does that mean he hasn't seen pigs running around?"

Luckily, Wu Xie covered his mouth quickly, otherwise Wu Ling would have gotten a shock and probably started thinking up some strange ideas again.

As the two were talking, suddenly a rustling sound came from behind them.

Wu Ling looked up at her older brother's hand, surprised to see his hair crawling out of the hole.

Countless strands of hair intertwined, forming a massive wave that almost completely blocked the passage behind them.

The black bear heard the commotion behind him, let out a soft snort, raised his hand, and fired blindly at the back without turning around.

When a bullet penetrates silk, the silk has a momentary pause.

But unexpectedly, after a pause, a sudden change occurred.

A strand of hair as thick as a bottle's mouth, moving at incredible speed, hurtled towards the black bear in the back.

Wu Ling's pupils contracted, and she unconsciously blurted out: "Be careful behind you."

The black bear also sensed the abnormality behind him, however, this space was too narrow, there was simply no place to hide.

Seeing the strands of hair rushing towards him, the black bear frowned and quickly aimed his gun at the mass of hair.

But as he pulled the trigger, the bullet did not come out as he had expected.

Hei Xiazi raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of surprise.

Come on, old buddy, don't freeze up now!

The hair was about to hit the black bear.

Suddenly, a sound of an object being enveloped by silk threads echoed through the space.

"Snort."

When the clump of hair was about to reach the black bear, Wu Ling instinctively kicked a stone by her foot quickly toward the front.

Suddenly, accompanied by a "poof" sound.

When the brick came into contact with the black hair, it was enveloped almost instantly, completely disappearing from view, as if it had entered a black hole.

However, it was just a matter of less than a second.

The black bear quickly dealt with the pistol, then raised his arm and decisively fired at the clump of hair.

Gunshots echoed throughout the space, sending a shockwave that slammed into him, forcing him to recoil several meters.

Wu Ling watched as the black bear fired, the bullet slicing through the muzzle flash. Her mind sparked with an idea, she turned to the people around her and asked:

"Bro, who among you has some alcohol? I still have a lighter, why don't we try burning it with the passion of flames? Otherwise, being chased like this is just too frustrating."

As a native of Tangshan, Wu Ling suddenly spoke in Beijing dialect. This shows that he was really being chased and was quite bothered by it.

Pan Zi's chest heaved slightly. Hearing his young master's words, he thought of the wine in his hip flask.

As he was about to speak, a black bear behind him suddenly spoke:

"No need for all that trouble, I have something more exciting here."

After he finished speaking, two silver spheres suddenly appeared at the tips of Hei Xia Zi's fingers.

Wu Ling looked up at him, her eyes curious as they fell on the object in his hand, something like a glass ball. "What's this?" she asked, tilting her head. "A marble?"

Seeing Wu Ling's curiosity, the black bear raised an eyebrow and threw a

A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes, and he smirked, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Bomb."

"What the heck?" Wu Ling thought he had misheard. He held the somewhat heavy silver beads in his hand, staring blankly at Hei Xiza.

But when he saw the black bear's face contorted into a smile like that of the girl sold by the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood, a sense of foreboding crept over him.

Wu Xie, hearing this, immediately turned his head to look at Hei Xiazi.

His gaze fell upon the two silver balls he was holding. The moment he recognized what they were, his face changed drastically.

"Blind man, don't mess around."

"Don't worry, I have it under control."

As Hei Xunzi's words fell, he took the small silver bead from Wu Ling's palm and squeezed it hard.

Suddenly, a blinding red light burst forth from within the silver bead.

The black bear glanced at the slightly dazed face before him, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Then, a smirk played on his lips as he turned to look at the mass of hair surging behind him like a giant wave from the depths of the sea.

With a flick of his wrist, two silver beads were hurled out with force.

This was quick and accurate, causing Wu Ling's eyes to flash. However, he couldn't even blink, and the extremely bad feeling in his heart deepened instantly.

Beside Wu, Xu was even more so.

He listened to the faint clicking sound from behind, like a second hand moving. His heart skipped a beat.

He hurriedly turned his head and saw that the original silver bead had instantly turned red, as if it were about to burst.

"Damn it, don't just stand there, run!"

Seeing this, Wu Xi's mouth immediately cursed secretly, and she immediately protected Wu Ling and ran away.

It's no wonder he overreacted; Black Bear's actions are truly maddening.

Wu Xiekang has truly experienced the taste of this bomb, and it's not a pleasant feeling, it's worse than death.

Before, when he was looking for sand in Hunan, he got dog poop in his eyes. This allowed the villain to stab him.

At that time, he was alone and had no outside help. In order to escape, he had to choose a way that would cost him one thousand.

He also has to thank his cousin for instilling in him a mouth that could kill with insults.

At the time, in order to prevent those people from shooting him, he had to constantly verbally provoke them, making them so angry that their teeth ached. This also allowed him to avoid being shot dead directly.

However, the results of provocation are often quite disastrous.

At that time, Wu Xie had seven or eight assault rifles on his head, both arms were dislocated, several ribs were broken, and blood was all over his nose and mouth, making it impossible to see what he looked like.

To make sure he didn't die too quickly, they stabbed him dozens of times in his abdomen. Every stab missed his organs and only went into the flesh, They even poured water into his stomach to see him suffer as his insides were mangled by the blades, almost killing him.

That's how long it took, I don't know.

Wu Xie lay there, his entire body covered in wounds. Blood continuously gushed from him, pooling on the ground. His whole body was icy cold, as if he had lost all signs of life. He lay amidst the filth of urine and blood.

As those few thought he was stabbed to death, they relaxed their guard and rested around him.

With a final gasp, Wu gritted his teeth and used the stone behind him to forcefully jam his dislocated left arm back into place. He then yanked the bead, which had been disguised as a necklace hanging around his neck, straight off.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that someone was facing away from him and wasn't paying attention, he picked up a sharp stone nearby and plunged it viciously into that person's neck.

Summoning all his strength, he pulled at the man's back, using his body as a shield, and charged into the crowd, facing the flying bullets.

Shot in the shoulder, Wu Xia gritted her teeth and with blood-soaked hands that were barely recognizable, pulled down the bead from her neck. The bead was connected to a silver pendant which she wore as well.

The silver beads were stained red with the blood in his hand. They looked gruesome, yet strangely beautiful.

As the bomb was activated, a few faint clicks echoed through the air, and Yin Zhu slowly flashed several points of red.

Wu Xie's eyes, due to excessive blood loss, were somewhat scattered. The crimson light reflected in them, making his gaze appear eerie and unsettling.

A tremendous, earsplitting explosion reverberated through the space.

At the moment the bomb exploded, Wu Xie was instantly knocked back by the shockwave.

At that time, he only felt as if his whole body had been run over by a giant cement truck.

A wave of excruciating pain surged through his body, so intense that he fainted dead away.

However, thanks to the fact that he had undergone numerous experiments and injections of various medications by Charles and Qin Yi during his previous battles, his bones were stronger than those of an ordinary person.

Moreover, it's unknown whether he was injured when throwing the grenade, breaking his wrist and causing him to lose strength, or if it was because deep down, he still didn't want to die.

The bomb was thrown by him, exceeding his psychological expectation by an inch and rolling onto a platform about four or five meters below the tomb.

He avoided being stabbed to death by the enemy's swords but was tragically killed by his own bomb.

And because the place where they retreated at that time was on a mountain in a small village in Hunan, the explosion happened in the morning.

When the explosion sounded, the mountainside suddenly collapsed with a tremendous roar.

The villagers in the village all depended on the mountains for their livelihood. When they rushed over to check, it was just in time to prevent Wu Xie from being blown up, starving to death, and dying from blood loss.

When he finally woke up, he had already been fished out by the third and second masters of the Wu family and had been lying in the hospital for over two months.

However, because his head was severely injured, he was dazed and confused at the time, like a fool. He spent nearly half a year in a daze.

However, Wu Xie's experiences in Hunan had both good and bad aspects. Although he almost met his demise, his reputation as "Little Three" was firmly established on the underworld circuit.

A lone, unarmed man killed a dozen notorious bounty hunters known for their well-equipped and ruthless nature.

This kind of fighting alone against many, being ruthless and even willing to sacrifice oneself, is a horrifying act.

Wu Xianding got his title of "Xiao San Ye" (Little Third Master) only because Wu Sansheng protected him. His reputation in the circle was like a brand new one, deeply rooted and well-established.

After that, he was no longer under the protection of the Wu family, his life as humble as a wall plastered with mud.

Instead, he has his own supporters and a complete and utter madman, the Wu family, Master Wu's third son.

That incident gave Wu a new understanding of the wickedness of human nature.

He seemed to have understood that when he had resolutely decided to enter this line of work, his grandfather had not said a word of objection. He had only patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Before anything else, Grandpa just hoped that you and Xiaoling, you two brothers, would live a peaceful and happy life."

But it seems now that grandpa's hope was ultimately an illusion. What is destined to come will come, there is no escaping it.

"Little Xiá, Grandpa has nothing much to tell you. If you want to do it, just go for it. Grandpa may not have any other skills, but if you ever get wronged, Grandpa will always be a pillar of support for both of you brothers."

Over the years, grandpa has also gone through many storms. In this world, ghosts and demons are not to be feared, what is truly frightening is the human heart.

Human nature is unfathomable and untrustworthy. The slightest flaw can be fatal.

Remember, never trust strangers blindly and don't give your heart away easily.

Because you don't know, the person standing before you, whether they are human or a ghost wearing human skin.

When Wu Xie was young, he didn't understand what his grandfather meant when he said that. Now he understands.

Thoughts return to the present.

Because he had experienced the power of these marble bombs, when Wu Xie saw Hei Xia Zi throw two bombs directly behind him.

He was astonished and immediately protected his younger brother, pushing Pan Zi and Zhang Qiling in front of him and quickly running forward.

Even the civilized Wu Xie was now furious with Hei Xiazi's antics, his neck red with anger as he shouted out in rage:

"You blind idiot, you goddamn bastard! Aren't you tired of seeing us die already? If this thing collapses, I'll be the first to kill you!"

Accompanied by Wu Xie's curses, there were also the sounds of people quickly running up the stairs.

And Wu Ling didn't know who the two people were who had grabbed her arms and pulled her up, leaving Xiaodaimao caught in the middle, looking lost and confused.

The black bear still smiled with a mischievous grin, but when his eyes fell on Zhang Qiling's icy face.

When I felt a surge of killing intent, the smile on my face froze, and I coughed to cover it up.

"Having calmed the mute one down, how could someone as kind as I, Black Master, possibly have such a malicious thought to leave my comrade's life in danger?"

"This bomb is a modified timed version made by the Third Master. I found it quite interesting, so I took a few just to try it out."

Saying that, the black bear showed a row of white teeth and raised an eyebrow, saying, "No need to be polite."

Wu Xie heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but curse:

"Go fuck yourself, you useless piece of shit! Are you fucking insane? Who the hell just throws a bomb at someone for no reason?"

Wu Ling was being dragged away by her older brother, though she was a little confused about the situation.

But his little head unconsciously nodded when Wu Xie said this, his tuft of hair on top of his head slightly raised.

It looks like he forgot that his own brother also casually made a bomb, almost frying the hair of those nuns into big waves and foil curls.

(Editor in charge：the apothecary diaries light novel)