An Ran grabbed a thigh, blocked it in front of herself, raised her leg and kicked the old man in the crotch.

The old man used his knife to cut An Ran's leg in two pieces, and at the same time, he saw An Ran kicking out.

He raised his foot to meet Anran's foot and kicked it.

The two men retreated repeatedly, and the old man took the opportunity to ask: Who are you?

What’s the background?

How did you know this place?

An Ran didn't answer. A few more shots were fired. The old man dodged, but he was also completely enraged. He took out a whip and lashed at An Ran.

An Ran became interested. She didn't expect that this old man not only knew how to use poison, but also had good knife skills and could even use a whip. Not bad, not bad.

An Ran grabbed the hanging leg again and threw it towards the opponent's whip.

At the same time, he took out his whip and waved it at the other party in the secret room.

The old man seemed to be interested as well. He didn't expect that the opponent was actually quite good and could fight with him for dozens of moves without losing.

The two people's whips were like two dancers, waving beautifully in the secret room.

Anran's left arm was hit hard by the old man's whip. She groaned and became furious.

He whipped the old man's butt hard with the whip in his hand.

But unexpectedly, the old man had no moral ethics and directly shot out a dagger. An Ran had no time to dodge and the dagger hit her shoulder hard.

An Ran took out a knife and chopped at the old man's chest.

At the same time, his feet were not idle, kicking the old man in the crotch again.

The old man shouted angrily: How can you be so despicable? Why do you only kick others in the crotch?

He took a step back to avoid An Ran's face, but his hands were not idle either. He caught An Ran's knife with both palms and held it tightly.

An Ran endured the pain with his left hand, took out another knife, and stabbed the other person in the stomach, saying bluntly: Old man, if you want to whip me, just whip me, why do you have to use a dagger?

Aren't you quite shameless?

The old man quickly loosened his palms and dodged quickly. Although he avoided the knife in An Ran's left hand, his shoulder was still injured by the knife in An Ran's right hand.

The old man leaned against the wall, covering his shoulder, and looked at An Ran fiercely.

An Ran wasn't in a much better condition either. Not only was she whipped, but she also had a shoulder injury and was stabbed.

Her left hand was trembling as she held the knife. She had a feeling that if she continued to fight and didn't see the wound quickly, she would probably lose her hand.

I don’t know if the old man did it on purpose.

The whip hit his left arm, and when the dagger stabbed him, it was also his left arm. Did he really like his left arm?

If she hadn't been unsure about capturing the old man and was afraid that he would notice something, she would have immediately gotten into the space.

The old man touched the poison in his pocket and looked at the thing on An Ran's head. He thought to himself that he must pull that thing off, then sprinkle the poison and kill her.

An Ran saw that he was staring at her face with his hands in his pockets. She knew that he still had medicine in his pockets, so she became alert.

Looking at the direction of the exit, he thought that if he couldn't capture the old man, he would find a chance to get out and must not fight to the end.

The old man acted quickly, waving his hands in the air and rushing towards An Ran's gas mask.

An Ran couldn't understand the old man's movements, but she knew that his hands were very fast, so fast that it seemed as if countless hands were rushing towards her.

It’s just like the shadow-like characters in the martial arts movies I’ve watched before.

An Ran stepped back repeatedly and bumped into a hanging thigh. He quickly turned his head away and grabbed the thigh and smashed it hard at the other party.

The old man's hand didn't grab An Ran's face. An Ran felt a machete on the table and chopped it out. The old man didn't notice and his right hand was chopped off by An Ran.

Covering his right hand, he took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. Instead of running away, An Ran took advantage of the situation to attack.

The old man looked at her with a lustful look, raised his foot and kicked An Ran in the lower abdomen, then grabbed a pair of pliers with his left hand and smashed it towards An Ran's head.

An Ran was unable to dodge and could only raise her arms to protect her head.

With a click, An Ran knew that her right hand was fractured.

She didn't scream, but endured the pain and quickly took out the tranquilizer gun with her left hand, shooting it twice at the old man's calf.

Then he rolled over to avoid the old man's other kick.

Leaning against the wall, looking at the old man, smiling strangely.

Just as the old man was about to rush over, he felt numbness in his calves and fell to the ground. He looked at An Ran fiercely and asked: What did you do to me?

An Ran laughed but didn't answer him. The old man rolled his eyes in anger and fainted.

Only after seeing the old man completely fainted did An Ran finally breathe a sigh of relief. If she hadn't been fearless, she probably wouldn't have seen the sun tomorrow!

He took out the spiritual spring water, drank a few sips quickly, looked at his right hand that he couldn't lift, and then looked at the wound on his left shoulder. He smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that it would take some time to recover.

After recovering some strength, he climbed up and endured the pain. He took out the rope, used his left hand and mouth, and finally tied up the old man and threw him into the space.

He began to observe his surroundings, and based on what he saw, he opened the stone door and walked in.

The inside was quite clean. There were many memorial tablets on the opposite wall and food on the table.

Judging from the names on the tablet, they should all be the old man’s relatives.

But there were a few words on the tablet that caught Anran's attention.