Chapter 543 More Cruel than Evil
After entering the real door.
Wu Xian was like a drone.
He flew in the canyon, passed through the tunnel, and floated above the Earth Temple. After reading the short story about the family and the Earth Temple, he floated all the way down the mountain.
final.
He fell into a house in a village at the foot of the mountain and stepped on a pool of blood. The blood in the pool of blood floated up and formed a line of characters.
‘Go back to the room you were in and you can pass the quiz. ’
The blood word stayed in the air for two seconds before falling back to the ground. Wu Xian turned around and looked at the surrounding environment.
This is a farmyard. You can see some wood and stone carvings in the yard, and there are red lanterns hanging on the eaves.
There were more than a dozen corpses lying around Wu Xian. These corpses were of both men and women, old and young. There were scattered packages on the ground. All the previous things had been taken away, leaving only groceries such as clothes thrown all over the floor.
Near the courtyard gate, there was an old man lying down.
This old man Wu Xian had just met in the Tutu Temple. In the end, he did not wait to return to his hometown with his family, but died on the day when he was supposed to go up the mountain.
If this family hadn't waited until the peach blossoms bloomed, they might have been able to avoid this disaster.
Wu Xian shook his head slightly and sighed.
He had floated here just now, so he knew the route back to the room and what would happen along the way, so he walked to the door cautiously.
At this moment, Wu Xian heard laughter coming from the courtyard. Judging from the sound, it should be rebels, and there were two of them.
Now Wu Xian is standing at the door.
If he wanted to escape, he could do so before the two of them appeared.
But Wu Xian thought for a while, and instead of running away, he took a charging posture of invading fire and flying kicks in the direction where the two men were about to appear.
soon.
Then two rebels appeared in Wu Xian's field of vision.
The two men were wearing black leather military uniforms, with some shiny metal nails sewn on their shoulders, hands and feet. Their hats were crooked and their hair was messy. They had their rifles slung behind their backs and held in their hands the property they had snatched from the house.
As soon as the two rebels saw Wu Xian, their expressions changed immediately. They dropped what they were holding, reached for the rifles behind them, and were about to shoot Wu Xian dead on the spot.
But Wu Xian is faster than them!
He teleported in front of the two of them, and kicked one of them in the chest with the flaming soles of his feet. The huge impact directly kicked him away, and he fell to the ground unconscious.
As soon as the other person raised his gun, he was slapped in the face by the blood-thorned silk. While the blood was dripping from the spikes, his face was ignited with red flames.
The severe pain made him scream crazily, but as soon as he screamed twice, Wu Xian snatched the rifle and stabbed his throat with a bayonet.
After killing someone.
Wu Xian picked up two rifles and found that the firearms were very old and needed to pull the bolt every time a bullet was fired, so he just removed the bayonet and pinned it to his waist, and threw the rifle into the well in the yard.
These two bayonets were the reason why Wu Xian attacked the rebels.
Wu Xian was participating in the real sect assessment. What he got here can be taken to the training center, which means he can get some weapons and equipment from the rebels!
But this old-fashioned rifle is useful for killing people, but it is useless against evil spirits. It is too conspicuous when carried on the back, so Wu Xian only took the bayonet.
"It's a pity that these two people don't have pistols."
suddenly.
Wu Xian heard dense footsteps in the distance and a man's rude shouting.
It seems that the brief fight just now was discovered by the rebels who were burning, killing and looting in the village.
So Wu Xian stabbed the unconscious rebel twice more to wake him up, and he quickly ran away before other rebels arrived.
It doesn't take a moment.
Many rebels followed the screams and came to the courtyard just now.
A rebel who looked like an officer held up the injured rebel's collar and asked loudly: "Who dares to disturb his grandma? I will shave him alive!"
"He is, he..."
Crack!
Before the injured rebel could finish speaking, a golden thunder fell from the sky!
This lightning strike killed the injured rebel on the spot, and the officer who was holding him by the collar was also scorched black all over, and his life or death was unknown.
This is the reason why Wu Xian stabbed him twice.
Because only when a certain amount of damage is done can the mark of anger be carved!
……
After running out of the yard.
Wu Xian discovered that there were many rebels in the village. Gunfire rang out in one room, and then a rebel with a scratched face came out cursing.
There was a pockmarked rebel with a gun who stabbed each corpse to prevent anyone from pretending to be dead.
There was also a wooden shelf with undead villagers hanging on it. Rebels with whips were beating the bloody villagers while making heartrending laughter.
Wu Xian hiding in the dark.
The pupils of the cat's eyes almost shrank into a slit.
Too bad.
Worse than encountering evil spirits!
These rebels are crazier, more ruthless, and more merciless in their treatment of human beings than evil spirits. It is better to say that they are evil spirits in human form.
But Wu Xian had no intention of doing anything to the rebels.
After all.
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This is just an assessment.
The scenes experienced by every candidate are the same. Even if Wu Xian kills all the rebels, it will not change what has happened.
And he doesn't have the ability to kill all the rebels.
Wu Xian sighed.
No wonder those aboriginal people are trying to get to Taoyuan City. Taoyuan City may be a hell, but the outside world has turned into a real hell due to the war.
Wu Xian shook his head and prepared to leave the village secretly.
As soon as he walked to a pool of blood, another blood floated in the pool, forming a sentence in front of his eyes.
‘The etiquette test officially begins’.
The blood letter fell on the ground, and then the wind and clouds changed color. The entire sky was covered by thick dark clouds, as if it changed from noon to evening all at once, and the place with the thickest dark clouds was just above the Earth Temple.
Huh, huh...
A biting cold wind blew down from the mountain. After this gust of wind, something seemed to happen in the village.
The rebel whose face was scratched by a woman looked around the devastated village.
"Damn, what's going on? It's thundering and windy. It's going to rain heavily."
suddenly.
The colorful-faced rebel showed a smile.
Because he found a touch of red behind a pile of firewood.
The colorful-faced rebel walked over with his gun raised, and saw a trembling woman squatting here with her back to him.
"You, turn around and let me see."
The woman was still trembling, as if she hadn't heard.
The colorful-faced rebel cursed angrily and kicked her, but his foot passed through the woman's body.
Click, click...
With the sound of clicking, the woman squatted down and her head turned around on its own. The originally delicate face was covered with bruises from punches and kicks, and there was a ferocious bullet hole in the middle of her nose.
She was the woman who had just been killed by the colorful-faced rebels!
"Ah, ah..."
The colorful-faced rebel was so frightened that his legs weakened and he kept shooting at the woman, but all the bullets passed through the woman's face.
The woman grabbed his legs and dragged him little by little to the back of the firewood pile. Her fingers scratched deep marks on the ground. Then, accompanied by a scream like a slaughtered pig, the pieces of clothing stuck to flesh and blood were thrown out little by little... …
The pockmarked rebel who was applying wounds to the corpse on the ground suddenly found that his foot was caught.
When he looked back, he saw the two corpses he had just stabbed to death, clutching his ankles.
The rebel with a whip whipped the hanging man until he died, finally satisfying his perverted desires.
He reached up and wiped the blood from his eyes.
When he took his hand off from near the eye socket, he discovered that there was only one corpse hanging on the shelf. Suddenly, at some point, there were more than a dozen corpses hanging on it, and all the corpses' eyes were focused on him!
(End of chapter)