Absolutely arrogant: The Defying Little Concubine

Chapter 367 382 [Strength of Pursuit Slash]

"Who are you? Stop!"

Yang Gan drove at lightning speed all the way, and when he arrived at the barren village grotto, he didn't see Meng Xiaodie, but instead saw a strand of her clothes placed in front of the old man. He was stunned for a moment, as if the whole world was far away from him.

Looking at the dark grotto in front of him, his mind went blank, only a voice echoed, she went in, entered the barren village grotto, entered this place where ghosts and gods were worshipped, and entered this rumored ominous place.

The barren village grottoes are very evil, and none of the people who have entered have a good death, some have become insane, and some have died without any cause, and no reason can be found.

There used to be a lot of people who didn't believe in evil and went into it to explore, but the results were without exception, they either fell inside or died outside. Only one old lunatic survived, bewildered, like a walking corpse, life is better than death.

Is Xiaodie the same result?Thinking of this, Yang Gan's heart ached violently, and he secretly hated himself for not coming earlier, his fists were clenched tightly, his nails sank deep into his flesh, and he didn't even know the blood spilled out between his fingers.

"Boy, let me ask you something, who are you? What are you doing here, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb, let alone be careful that I have no eyes."

Just when Yang Gan fell into deep self-blame, a voice came from his ears, the shining long knife was already on his neck, the cold blade made him shudder, and the gloomy and empty eyes gradually focused , slowly recovering his spirit, and then sharpened.

"It was you who forced her into the grotto." Yang Gan pointed to the old man not far away.

"The knife is on the neck, and you dare to be so arrogant, so what if it's us?" The man in black with the knife sneered.

As soon as he said a word, a compelling aura shot out from Yang Qian's body. This aura was vast and domineering, with the aloofness of overlooking all living beings and controlling the fate of countless people, just like an emperor sitting high in the golden palace In fact, this is his royal qi in operation.

"Then you're going to die!" Yang Gan paused every word, his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with a piercing chill, which made people feel a chill from the bottom of their bones.

Forced by his aura, the man trembled uncontrollably, the long knife in his hand could not be held firmly, and he took a step back in a spirited spirit.

"Dare to speak hard when you are about to die, let's see who dies!" This man was forced to retreat by Yang Qian's momentum, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment, raised his long knife and slashed at him in the head.

Yang Qian's eyes froze, he stepped forward suddenly, grabbed the blade, snatched his long knife away, grabbed the blade directly, and slashed at the man with his backhand, the handle of the knife slid down from the back of the man's head.

puff!
A line of blood stretched from the top door to his crotch. A gust of wind blew, and the blood gushed out like a spring. Then, with a touch, his whole body split in two.

The blood spilled all over the ground, dyeing the earth red!
There was deathly silence in the arena. No one thought that Yang Gan would kill people if he disagreed with him, and he would split people in half. A chill spread in everyone's hearts. They had all killed people, many of them. There were more than one, but they were still shocked by Yang Gan's cruel methods.

Yang Gan cut the man in half with a knife, dropped the long knife casually, and approached the old man step by step.

step!two steps!three steps...

Yang Gan came three feet away from the old man, bent over and picked up the corner of the clothes, held it in his palm, and then solemnly folded it up and put it in his arms. After finishing all this, Yang Qian was facing the old man, and said, "Let's do it!"

(End of this chapter)