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Chapter 852 Can You Outrun a Bullet?



Chapter 852 Can You Outrun a Bullet?

More than 20 people were dumbfounded. Their hunting rifles suddenly misfired, and they became sitting ducks. They were shot one by one by the enemy, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight people fell down.

Someone shouted, "It's haunted! Run!"

The crowd dispersed, no one wanting to be the next victim of the gun. Li Moer picked up her loudspeaker and yelled, "Run! Where are you going? Can you outrun the bullets? Whoever runs will be shot."

Zhao Yunting was not idle either. He would hit whoever ran the farthest. The faster they ran, the faster they would die.

The people running behind saw their brothers in front falling one by one, and they were so scared that they stopped immediately, fearing that they would be the next to fall.

Li Moer picked up the loudspeaker and shouted, "Those who are alive must carry the dead back. If anyone doesn't do this, someone else will carry you back soon!"

There were a total of thirteen people left in the venue, and the rest were all dealt with by Zhao Yunting.

In order to save their own lives, the thirteen people had to do as Li Moer said and carried back all the brothers who were hit.

Li Moer pointed at the broken-mouthed man and said, "Go and bring all the firewood."

This guy survived because he was injured down there and couldn't run fast. He carried all the firewood over as Li Moer said.

Although the soil here is sandy, it has been frozen hard due to the low temperature.

Li Moer threw him a windproof lighter: "Light it up." Ji Feidanda had no choice but to do as Li Moer said and lit the fire. Then he looked at the exquisite windproof lighter in his hand again and again, obviously liking it very much.

The fire was burning fiercely, and Li Moer smuggled some diesel in from time to time. It took half an hour before the fire gradually went out.

Li Moer pointed to the tent and said, "There's a shovel inside. Dig a big hole here."

The thirteen people were all confused. They had lived in this tent for many days, so how come they didn't know there was a shovel in the tent? And this woman hadn't even entered the tent, so how did she know there was a shovel inside?

No matter how many doubts they had, they had to keep them in their hearts and pick up shovels to dig a hole under the fire.

It took thirteen people more than an hour to dig a pit big enough to accommodate so many people. The main reason was that the pit was easy to dig because it was made of sand and soil.

He directed thirteen people to bury all the dead in a deep pit and then covered the pit with soil.

After they finished, Li Moer and Zhao Yunting let them walk in front and they followed behind.

A group of people crossed the mountain and went directly to a nearby town, then handed all the poachers over to the police, where they faced long prison sentences.

They not only poach, but also commit a series of horrific crimes such as housebreaking, rape and murder, and burying corpses.

Li Moer and Zhao Yunting returned to the Tibetan's home. At this time, the Tibetan had already killed a sheep. The mutton was boiling in the big pot, and the air was filled with the strong aroma of meat.

The family of five was filled with gratitude towards Li Moer and Zhao Yunting. At this time, the girl who was hiding in the closet also came out.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was very pretty, with a round, fair face.

Li Moer asked her, "What's your name?" The girl smiled shyly and said, "Sister, my name is Yangjin Zhuoma, which means fairy or goddess."

Li Moer nodded and said, "Your name is very nice and beautiful." After having a meal at Yangjin Zhuoma's house, the two said goodbye to the family amid their gratitude and prepared to drive back.

Just after walking about twenty meters, I heard singing from behind. It was Yangjin Zhuoma singing.

The singing voice is ethereal, distant and lingering. It is a Tibetan song. Li Moer does not understand the lyrics. This is Yangjin Zhuoma singing a Tibetan song to thank Li Moer and Zhao Yunting and to bid farewell to them.

Li Moer's eyes became brighter and brighter. Her singing voice was simply perfect. She pulled Zhao Yunting, turned around and stood there looking at the girl.

The girl sang for three or four minutes, and Li Moer was completely immersed in the artistic conception of Yangjin Zhuoma's singing.

The singing became more and more familiar in her mind, and suddenly she had an idea and matched Yangjin Zhuoma with a singer on Earth.


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