Li Zhiyuan couldn’t help but suspect, were they slow to react, or could they not see either?
"Click!"
"Click!"
Two flas sparked, one close and the other far.
Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin both had matches, and they were using them to signal their teammates.
But why did they light the matches at the sa ti?
Although everyone was eating in the room, and even if the lights went out, there was still moonlight outside, but now, there was not a trace of external light.
Why then, would it allow you to release light at this mont?
The match flas continued to burn.
Run Sheng’s voice ca through: "Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan!"
It was indeed Run Sheng’s voice, but due to the fluctuations in volu, it was impossible to tell from which light it ca.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, Brother Xiao Yuan!"
This was Tan Wenbin’s voice, and it was still unclear from which fire it originated.
Li Zhiyuan imdiately got up, bypassed the nearby match light, and ran toward the distant one.
In these two flas, there must be a trap!
Because whether it was Run Sheng or Tan Wenbin, even if they coincidentally thought of lighting the matches at the sa ti, they would not foolishly both stand still upon seeing the other’s match light.
Specifically, Run Sheng might choose to stay still to attract and wait for himself, but since Tan Wenbin had previously scread and was probably injured, he would surely move towards Run Sheng’s fla to seek protection.
Because Tan Wenbin was very clear, who among them was the strongest fighter and safest to be with.
Even if he had to crawl, he would head in that direction.
Indeed, after Li Zhiyuan ran so distance, the fla in his view beca clear, and he saw Run Sheng and the pained Tan Wenbin beside him.
They had both lit matches and were waiting for him; the other match was the trap.
Suddenly, Li Zhiyuan heard footsteps behind him, still the light sounds of cloth shoes, but still at a distance.
"Xiao Yuan, be careful!"
Run Sheng shouted loudly and swung his Yellow River Shovel.
Run Sheng’s shovel was aid at him.
He saw himself, but his sense of space was distorted; he called out for him to be careful, combined with the footsteps he heard, which ant that from Run Sheng’s perspective, the danger was right behind him.
His shovel strike was aid at the person coming from behind him.
But from his own perspective, it was coming straight at him.
This was like solving a riddle; you need to guess the proposer’s intentions, it hoped for him to be killed by Run Sheng’s strike.
Therefore, dodging backward might exactly put him within the attack range of Run Sheng.
Of course, there could also be a Russian nesting scenario, predicting your predictions.
However, while understanding the proposer’s intentions, you also need to grasp the level of the proposer; like the earlier flas, the opponent’s trap was quite "straightforward."
So, without overthinking, Li Zhiyuan did not dodge but instead ran towards Run Sheng’s swinging shovel.
The shovel swung down, and before Li Zhiyuan could get far, he collided directly with Run Sheng.
He judged correctly.
Run Sheng was right in front of him; he should not back away.
"Xiao Yuan!"
Run Sheng continued to hold the shovel with his right hand and grabbed Li Zhiyuan’s arm with his left.
Once there was physical contact between them, it least ensured there wouldn’t be any spatial displacent between the two.
Li Zhiyuan exerted force upwards, Run Sheng understood, lifted his left arm, lifted the boy onto his back, and the boy wrapped his arms around Run Sheng’s neck.
"Brother Run Sheng, close your eyes."
"Alright!"
Run Sheng closed his eyes, completely handing over the control to the boy.
Li Zhiyuan also closed his eyes, focusing solely on his auditory senses.
"Ten steps straight ahead."
Run Sheng imdiately stepped forward.
Tan Wenbin gripped Run Sheng’s jacket from behind and followed.
"Turn left."
Run Sheng turned left.
"Walk twelve steps forward, then turn right and walk six steps."
Run Sheng did exactly as told.
The cloth shoes’ footsteps continued around them; it was evident the two old n holding knives were in a rush, but they dared not pounce.
With the boy’s guidance, only telling him the direction of the incoming person was enough for Run Sheng to potentially kill them with the shovel even with his eyes closed.
The two old n only had a visual advantage, essentially they were just two old n.
"Directly ahead, chop with the shovel; this is the kitchen door."
Run Sheng took the shovel and started chopping.
Up ahead, there was no sound of chopping, it must have been deliberately "moved" very far away.
After several chops, Run Sheng also kicked a few tis.
"Move forward fifteen steps."
Run Sheng began moving forward.
In Zheng Haiyang’s house layout, the dining room and kitchen were together; exiting from the kitchen door led to the living room, and walking through the living room was the real way out of the house.
This was a dark maze ga, but Li Zhiyuan had played it before in blind living conditions.
"Turn right, twelve steps, it’s a bit far, smash the door; there is glass on the living room door, be careful."
Run Sheng followed the instructions, walked to the spot and continued chopping at the door.
According to Li Zhiyuan’s assumption, this special environnt layout was probably only limited to this building.
Even if the scope was broader, that did not matter anymore; once out of the house, crossing the next dam, the outside was much more open, the neighbors lived far apart, if worse cos to worst, just let Run Sheng sprint in the fields, he didn’t believe they couldn’t escape this area.
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