in the name of evil

Chapter 60 I like Shen's words very much: Why single out when you can fight in groups?
A boundary appeared in the sky where Jiang Li was.

On the little boy's side is the normal color, and on the other side, the crimson moon is in the sky, dyeing the sky with a layer of deep red.

The solemn army lined up behind Jiang Li.

Jiang Li felt a little familiar with the old black armor and the four neighing white bone war horses.

"This is from a dream."

Jiang Li's eyes widened with shock on his face, then he seemed to think of something, and lay back down calmly.

"Is there a possibility, I have already sent it."

"who are you?"

Compared with the current Jiang Li, the little boy's vision is more vicious, and he can tell at a glance that any of these soldiers has a combat power comparable to that of evil spirits.

His face was expressionless, but he was terrified in his heart.

I devoured half of the ghosts in Xiding District before I could grow into a top-level evil spirit and touch the threshold of being promoted to a fierce ghost. However, although the army that suddenly appeared is not my opponent individually, there are hundreds of evil spirits. The combat power still makes him a little scared.

He could see it more clearly than Jiang Li.

Just now, a picture scroll suddenly floated out of Jiang Li's head, and then a dark red light burst out, and this army appeared out of thin air.

He was almost 100% sure that this army had a lot to do with Jiang Li.

But what he didn't understand was why he was shocked when he saw Jiang Liyao's man.

And then Jiang Li lay back with a calm face, not even looking at himself, which showed that the other party didn't take him seriously at all.

He looked at Jiang Li resentfully, what an annoying guy.

"Smooth."

"Smooth."

The soldier holding the flag inserted the flag into the ground, drew out his bronze saber, and pointed at the little boy.

"Swinger. Everything!"

He roared, but his decayed voice seemed to carry magic power.

The whole army was full of fighting spirit, lined up in a neat array, and shouted slogans.

"Sweep everything!"

The person involved, Jiang Li, had already covered his face at this moment, twisting like a maggot on the ground.

"If I'm guilty, then I should go to hell, not let me go through this!"

Jiang Li listened to the words of the middle school two in his dream repeating in his ears, and just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Tired. Destroy."

The little boy felt as if he was facing a great enemy. He realized that these soldiers were not complete evil spirits, they had no souls, they were ghosts formed by relying on their obsessions in life, without their own consciousness.

Although they were unconscious and their individual strength was weak compared to him, such a huge number and their fearlessness of death were enough to make him feel terrified.

The soldiers with shields were at the front, setting up a solid line of defense. The halberds protruded from the gaps in the shields and pointed directly at the little boy. The archers in the last row were also aiming at his head at this moment, ready to shoot arrows at any time.

The sound of neat footsteps seemed to be stepping on Jiang Li's heart. With each step, the blood in Jiang Li's body boiled.

As the army advances, the red part of the sky gradually erodes away towards the normal part.

The sky is changing color because of this army!
Two soldiers carried Jiang Li onto the bronze chariot.

At this moment, he finally realized that he was not dead, and looked at everything around him in surprise.

"It's all true? Where did this come from?"

But Jiang Li's twitching expression because of the severe pain fell in the eyes of the little boy, thinking that Jiang Li was undoubtedly provoking him.

Tentacles poked out from behind the little boy and yanked toward the shield, only to slow the army's footsteps.

The soldier holding the shield paused to dissipate the force, and then continued to walk forward.

Jiang Li stared blankly at this scene, and the scene of being sent flying by the tentacles seemed to be still vivid in his memory.

With a gloomy face, the little boy simply rushed towards the black army that was approaching him more and more.

Boom!
He hit the shield, and all the soldiers in the front row were thrown to the ground by this force.

One punch, tore a hole in the impenetrable line of defense!
But these soldiers didn't seem to feel pain, they stood up and went to surround and kill the little boy.

The little boy was like a demon god, fighting under the siege of dozens of people.

For a moment, the sword light was dazzling, and the hissing sound roared. Every time the little boy launched an attack, there was a crackling sound, and then several soldiers fell down.

Although the little boy's single-handed combat ability is stronger than all soldiers, but his two fists are no match for four hands.

Gradually, scars appeared on his body.

A soldier saw the opportunity and chopped off one of the tentacles behind him with a sword.

"what!"

The little boy let out a shrill scream, but he still blocked the stabbing sword from the dark, and kicked the attacker out with one kick.

As time passed, the soldiers who had been knocked down by the little boy somehow recovered and joined the battlefield in place of the wounded soldiers.

Faced with such a wheel battle, the little boy's expression gradually became desperate.

Looking at such a tragic battle, Jiang Li couldn't help substituting himself.

[Jiang Li hit the shield with a punch, and was stabbed to death with a sword in his backhand. A death word appeared on the screen, and it was over. 】

"Huh? No, why do I feel like a villain now?"

Jiang Li savored it carefully, and felt that the little boy who faced the army alone was like a hero, but sitting here watching him struggle desperately and die with hatred, he always felt that something was wrong.

"But should I say it or not, this feeling is really good."

Jiang Li casually pulled out the long bronze sword on the chariot, pointed at the little boy, and said sharply:
"Kill me!"

Encouraged by Jiang Li, the entire army exuded a more violent hostility than before, and its aura was steadily increasing, and even the stronger ones began to cooperate.

And such a change is undoubtedly worse for the little boy.

He was getting more and more tired, and the scars on his body were getting more and more.

Finally, exhausted, he was provoked by several soldiers holding halberds, sprinkled the little boy's blood on the flag like a sacrificial flag, and let out a roar of victory.

Jiang Li also stood up excitedly. Although he didn't know where this army appeared from, he undoubtedly saved his life.

He also wanted to yell, as if he could vent his emotions in this way.

But when he opened his mouth, he only felt something surge up in his throat, and then he spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted on the chariot, unconscious.

The soldiers carefully placed Jiang Li on the ground, and then carried the dying little boy to the picture scroll that Jiang Li hadn't noticed floating not far away.

Then, the picture scroll floated into Jiang Li's head.

The whole world returned to silence.

Nothing was left except the potholed ground and the gap in the top floor of the teaching building.

Seeing the bad situation, the little boy's toys dispersed like birds and beasts, and no wandering soul dared to approach Jiang Li.

Suddenly, something in Jiang Li's pocket glowed faintly.

Soon, a middle-aged man with ragged clothes and a sad face, who looked like a beggar, came to Jiang Li.

"What happened"

Barefoot, the beggar solemnly scans the surroundings.

"There are a lot of evil spirits remaining, and even top-level evil spirits exist. What's going on?"

He looked at Jiang Li, who was injured all over, and was very surprised: "The bones are broken in the severe part, and even the relatively intact part has internal injuries. How did he survive?"

He shook his head, put Jiang Li on his back, and left here.

"Let's talk about saving him."

The sky is bright.

The three who were thrown by Song Xian casually downstairs in the teaching building woke up leisurely.

Sister Rong rubbed her aching head.

"What's going on, why are we sleeping here?"

The tall thin man and the fat man looked confused, as if they hadn't woken up yet.

"By the way, the camera, the camera can't be lost."

The fat man patted his head and went to find the lost camera.

Sister Rong and the tall and thin man looked at each other speechlessly.

"Do you remember?" Sister Rong asked.

The tall and thin man frowned, seriously recalling what happened last night.

"We came out of the toilet and followed the little boy. I seemed to faint while walking, and I woke up here. How about you?"

"I only remember these strange things."

"Found it!" The fat man found the camera on the playground: "It didn't break!"

Sister Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

She took out her phone and wanted to see if the three of them fainted suddenly last night and the live broadcast was cold.

But what she didn't expect was that the live broadcast was not only not popular, but also rushed to the top of the popularity list.

Sister Rong was startled at first, and then showed ecstasy, flipping through the barrage records from last night.

[How did you do this special effect?How could that man still be able to move after falling from the sixth floor? I also saw him floating in the air, as if he was still standing up in the air! 】

[Could it be that explosives were used? It's too exaggerated to blow up such a big gap in that building! 】

[However, the professionalism of the anchor needs to be improved. I said why I went upstairs directly. I didn't expect to go to prepare special effects. I was planning to leave. 】

Sister Rong's expression became a little stiff, and she handed the phone to the two of them.

After the two finished watching, they were too shocked to speak.

"Did we go upstairs yesterday?"

Sister Rong's voice was very low, as if she was afraid of being heard by something.

　The past two days have been in a bad state, and I always feel that there is something wrong with my writing. Although the recent plots are all necessary embedding and foreshadowing, when I write, there is always a feeling that my own ability cannot support the world I want to describe.
　　
　
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