Sure enough, in this way, he was in a standoff with the thing in the hole. Both sides were struggling hard, but neither could move at all. After a stalemate for more than 10 seconds, they heard a box cannon sound in the hole, and then heard his father shout, "Third Son, run!!!" Then he felt the rope loosen, and the local rat shot out of the hole with a swish sound, as if something was hanging on it! At that time, the third son didn't care so much, and caught the local rat and turned around to run!
He ran out for more than two miles in one breath before he dared to stop. When he took out the local rat from his arms and took a look, he shouted in fright. It turned out that nothing was hooked on the local rat, only a bloody broken hand was hooked. And that hand he also recognized, it was clearly his second brother's. It seemed that even if his second brother did not die, he would be disabled.
Although this third son was tightly bullied by his second brother, the feeling between the brothers was very deep. When he thought that something really big might have happened this time, his mind became hot, and he wanted to take the risk to save his second brother and father. Just as he turned around, he suddenly saw a blood-red thing squatting in the reed cluster behind him, seemingly looking at him straight and hookingly.
This third son is not a second-rate guy. Usually, he followed his father to wash the sand in the big waves, and he has seen many strange things. He knew that under the ground, anything could happen. The most important thing was not to be surprised, but to act according to the situation. For whatever black and hundred evils, a volley of bullets would be fired over, and once it was broken, there would be nothing to be afraid of.
He collected his mind, did not retreat, but instead moved closer to that thing step by step. At the same time, the box cannon was already in his hand. As long as that blood-red thing made any movement, he would give him a head-on rain of pear blossoms first.