After the Strange Talk Prevails

　　 The joy of the harvest dilutes everyone's attention to the weird monster. After the removal, the team continued to move forward, and finally merged with the other two teams at the original location.

　　 The other two teams also found their way out of the lost zone, but they came back because of the existence of the collar. The three teams were happy and happy, and the atmosphere was quite high.

　　 Looking at the scene of harmony and harmony, for a moment, Zhou Ming even felt that there was no intellectual distortion in Sanyang Stone Hill.

After 　　, Zhou Ming was speechless all the way, while Wang Siyan, who was sitting next to him, complained about the smell of blood along the way.

　　 Around two o'clock in the afternoon, the convoy finally approached the exit of Sanyang Rock Hill. This place should have been the place where the first part of the journey ended smoothly. Here alone, they encountered the scrapped convoy for the second time.

　　 Even if he didn't get close this time, Zhou Ming could see that the team had been completely scrapped.

From a distance, the huge truck was divided into two from the middle section, as if it was cut off by a huge sharp blade. There were corpses lying all around, densely packed like a battlefield. The dried blood after evaporation completely stained the sand. It became scarlet, and the blood almost covered the entire road.

　　 Except for the blood and the corpse, there is no one alive.

　　 This horrible scene made the guide's body begin to tremble. After many days of eroding, ordinary people like them are already extremely sensitive to external pressure. Seeing this kind of scene, they will involuntarily feel an extremely strong sense of crisis.

　　 "What, what happened here?" the guide trembled, his face pale as paper.

　　 Wang Siyan frowned, ignored the other party, and said, "The number is wrong."

　　 Zhou Ming looked down and found that it was so.

If this convoy were an ordinary transport convoy, it would be impossible to kill so many people. Just like the convoy of Zhou Ming, ten large trucks, guards plus passengers, plus slaves, there were not even a hundred people. .

　　 But looking at this place again, there are only five broken trucks in front of them, but the surrounding bodies are densely packed, overlapping, and there are no fewer than a hundred people.

　　 And these people are not dressed like ordinary people, some are mercenaries wearing combat uniforms, and more are hermits wearing masks.

　　 No matter how you look at it, the proportion of combatants in this group of convoys is a little too much.

"Although it looks very tragic, but in fact the killing is very organized and not messy at all." The poker man walked under the car without knowing when he pointed to the corpses in the distance and said, "Some were cut off by the waist, some After being cut with a throat, there seems to be someone who looks intact...In short, the corpse is hardly mutilated."

　　 "So, people did it." Zhou Ming said the conclusion.

As soon as he finished his words, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a cold and strange line of sight shooting from a high place. The line of sight was cold and sharp, like an embroidery needle against his eyebrows. This is a sense of crisis that is difficult to describe in words. .

　　 looked up in the direction where the line of sight came from, a figure stood with his back to the sun on the towering curved sandstone.

　　 The dazzling daylight next Zhou Ming can only see the dark outline of the opponent, unable to distinguish its specific appearance, but his intuition tells Zhou Ming...He should be the culprit of this massacre!

　　 Suddenly the figure flickered, jumped down from a high place, rubbed against a rock wall, and fell to the ground extremely lightly.

　　 At this time, everyone could see the appearance of the person who came.

This uninvited guest wore a Raksha mask with tooth-faced fangs, and his long hair was tied high behind his head. He was wearing a hunting suit unique to the country of Sakura. The sleeves of the white hunting suit were covered with patterns of monsters and ghosts. It was Hyakki Yakou, holding a Sakura no Kuni samurai sword in his hand.

　　 The moment Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan saw each other, their expressions all changed, and they all thought of the masquerade.

　　 They glanced at each other and read the same message from each other's eyes-they had never seen this person!

　　 There is no doubt that this person was also sent to kill him with crying and smiling faces, but Wang Siyan has not seen the dance party for so long, which means that the other party may be from the second floor or even higher.

　　 Damn it, can even a person of this level be driven by crying and smiling?

　　 "Hey! If we dare to go one step further, we will shoot!" The scorpion reminded the opponent loudly.

　　 Luosha's face seemed to be unheard, and he didn't say a word, still approaching them step by step.

　　 As he walked, he slowly pulled out the katana from the scabbard.

It is a uniquely shaped blade. It is transparent and has a weird red color, just like cut from red crystal, but the red color on the blade is uneven. On the contrary, it flows slowly like water, with red flowing on the blade. The details of Conflict, swirling, and returning, seem to express a certain emotion of resentment and hatred.

　　As the Rakshasa face slowly approached, everyone else felt an inexplicable pressure.

　　Wang Siyan clenched the knife in his hand and said nothing, the poisonous scorpion behind him gritted his teeth, and a shuttle bullet shot out.

　　 As the poisonous scorpion opened fire, the other mercenaries seemed to receive some kind of signal, and poured out all the firepower at the enemy in one breath.

Facing the dense barrage, Rakshasa swung his sword in his face. The samurai sword turned into a red streamer and swept past him. The air ignited the sound of wind, and the blue flame overflowed from the blade, spreading forward in a fan shape. , Blocking all the bullets.

　　 Hundreds of bullets were shot into the flames, just like they were shot into another gate, all disappeared.

　　 The poisonous scorpion broke out in cold sweat, clenched its teeth, squeezed the trigger firmly, and swept wildly at the figure.

Once the shuttle magazine ran out, he immediately replaced it with a new one, and continued to attack the humanoid in front of him, but the blue flame could not break through or disappear, like a living barrier. , Has been standing in front of Rakshasa's face, constantly changing shapes, and constantly devouring infinite bullets.

The poker man has already drawn thirty cards in his hand. This is the maximum limit of the cards he can have at the same time. He draws a card at will and flies towards the Rakshasa ~www.readwn.com~ while continuing from Draw cards from the deck.

　　 This move was not intended to cause any harm to the Rakshasa face, but just to use the cards to welcome the upcoming fierce battle.

Zhou Ming stared at the opponent fiercely, analyzing the opponent's ability. The blue flame should be the opponent's character ability. It seems that it can automatically swallow the long-range flying object, but I don't know if it will be burned to ashes if it touches at close range. , If they will...then their odds of winning are very slim.

I saw Rakshasa slowly stop, and then lifted his sleeves, revealing his bandaged forearm. After unwrapping a part of the bandage, the densely packed scars appeared, which seemed to be cuts from a small knife. Although very shallow, they were numerous. But a lot.

　　 Then, Zhou Ming saw him raise the knife and lightly stroke his forearm.

A trace of blood shed on the arm of Raksha's face, and a trace of blood shed on the neck of the poisonous scorpion. There was a wound on his neck that was exactly the same as the wound on the arm of Raksha's face. Cut the veins of the artery.

　　 In the next second, blood spurted from the neck of a poisonous scorpion like money-free, like a bright red fountain.

　　 The poisonous scorpion instantly lost its strength, fell on the roof of the car with a plop, and his body made a dying twitch.

　　 The shadow of death enveloped the sky above everyone like **** wings. Whether it was a mercenary or a hermit, or Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

　　 Zhou Ming didn't know if it was the opponent's spell or the character's ability, but he could understand the operation mechanism of this ability-he could cut a wound on his body, and then he could create the same wound on the enemy's special part.

　　 The ability is simple and easy to understand, but there seems to be no way to counteract it.

　　 The strength of the two sides is too far apart.