Otherworldly Merchant

Boo!

Suddenly, a rusty iron fork burst out of the darkness and hit my heart!

I dared not to hesitate to pull out the Ghost Knife to resist.

The sound shook my arm into numbness, and the iron fork was cut off by a double knife, flying out from under my ribs with great alarm.

It wasn't until this moment that I saw that the iron fork was actually held by a child as young as seven or eight years old, naked, wearing only a pair of blue shorts.

How could he have so much strength when he was extremely thin and had visible rib strips?

I haven't waited for God to wake up from consternation, yet another figure emerges in the darkness with an exhaling sound, sweeping towards my neck.

I hurriedly took two steps back, and the cold flashed against my neck.

It's a sickle, sharply sharpened, killer, if it gets swept, my head will be cut off!

Immediately afterwards, several weapons were attacked continuously, or chopped or swept, or stabbed or chopped, all without exception greeting me with harm.

I didn't dare to be careless at all. I hurried up to cut off the ghost god's two knives to the right and protect my body. Fortunately, I practiced a lot on a weekday basis. I was already very familiar with the Yin Yang knife method. At one time, even a dozen people could not do anything about it.

But there are so many people across the street! And hidden in the dark, I can't tell the direction of the attack at all, I can only judge by the faint light and wind.

The villagers, men, women and children alike, were so powerful that they were stunned that they attacked me wildly with all sorts of dirt weapons in their hands.

Though I did my best to kill him, I had to step back even. I saw that I was about to hit the stone house and was forced into nowhere!

Suddenly, a scream erupted in the darkness, and the voice should be that of the Master of Awareness.

“Master Ming, how are you?” The big man asked aloud.

“Amitabha Buddha!” The Master of Ming Ming faintly read the Buddha, and the tone should be a tight bite on the dental cavity, obviously not slightly injured.

“On!” Aoyagi growled.

A bright light flashed out, and the whole stone house immediately lit up like daylight, turning out to be a night symbol.

Night lights are extremely rare and precious at the Taoist house, and now there are alternatives such as flashlight torches, so very few people usually make them. It is also presumed that this is an unacceptable old way, but it is painful to see the situation urgent.

The night light floats in the night, illuminating a very large area in front of the door.

I just got a clear glimpse of the frightening surroundings - the men, women and children of the entire village surrounding the four of us tightly in the center.

Among them are snotlouts, little dolls in crotch pants, old ladies with bent back camels and naked teeth, pregnant women with big bellies and disabled people with broken legs crawling on the ground...

They have all kinds of weapons in their hands, staring at us like they're trying to eat us alive!

I don't know if it's a pungent light, which makes the villagers a little uncomfortable. They're all staring at each other at the moment and standing there motionless.

Master Ming Jing leaned against the stone house, slightly trembling all over his body, one arm dropped, his shoulders continued to drip with blood, along the broad and continuous dripping, accumulating a great amount of blood on the ground.

Aoyagi Dao Long's crown had long known where it had fallen, and his sparse hair had scattered, and his face was full of bean-sized sweat beads.

Only the big guy looked a little lighter, but his face was slightly reddish.

He held a large hammer in his hand, ready to smash the stone house, guarded by the Master of Perception, his eyes stared round, sweeping vigilantly around.

“Ghosts are much scarier than we thought, and if we drag them down, I'm afraid we're all going to have to die here. It looks like we're going to have to force the formation.” Qingliudao gasped coarsely.

Before entering the village, several of us had already studied it.

The reason the villagers became walking corpses was that they were infected by ghost gas and completely lost their mind. Fighting them is totally useless, only blocking the source of the ghost.

According to your speculation, the roots are this stone house!

We agreed to break down the stone house and take the insides outside the village before going over. But I didn't expect these villagers to arrive so soon, and the brutality and mercy of the assailants made it too costly to kill them under the heavy siege of these villagers.

I held my knife together and stood side by side with my beard.

Chang Aoyagi looked at us and said: “You must protect your eyes later. Life or death, that's it! ”

After speaking, he threw out eight peach wood stakes in the soil, formed a gossip soul array, and then bit the tip of his tongue, puffing blood on the ancient sword of green meditation, reading words in his mouth.

“Up!” As he drank angrily, eight peach stakes trembled at the same time.

When!

At this moment, a bronze goat burst out in the darkness of the distance.

The villagers immediately rushed in like soldiers who had heard the order.

Sharp iron forks, shovels with dirt, bloodthirsty sickles, rushing to face!

“Watch out!” The big man screamed, one step ahead, holding the big hammer protected one corner of the formation.

I didn't dare to be lazy at all, so I hurried to swing my knife and follow.

Though he injured an arm, Master Ming bit his teeth tight and waved the big wooden fish in his hand.

Weird screams kept ringing in the dark, and these villagers were amazing, shocking my arms, and both knives were almost out of hand.

Fortunately, the weapons in their hands were extremely simple and could not resist a violent blow, and a few rounds later I severed a lot of them. And they are huge, but they are irregular, and most people are simply not close, and we are always faced with just four or five people.

Even so, a few of us were exhausted and sweaty under the wheel battle of the villagers, who fell into the sea in the mountains.

Ta-da!

Suddenly a muffled noise appeared to have landed something.

I turned around and saw that the wooden fish of the Master of Perception had fallen on the ground. His neck had been chopped off with a smile by a child, and only a little flesh was still attached thereto, and a bright round head had fallen powerless.

Pfft!

Next thing you know, a big pickaxe hit the face!

The Ming Ming Master's head was smashed open like a watermelon, half a truncated corpse fleshly paralyzed to the ground.

Blood spilled all over my face.

“Ah?” The man shouted, but couldn't help it, hurriedly dancing the hammer open and smashing the two shovels at him.