"Ahh

The screams coming from the middle of the village woke up the entire village in an instant. I saw one man after another running out from behind the fence of his house, some of them had not yet put on their clothes, but they had already raised all kinds of farm tools as weapons in their hands.

Xiahou Jing and the others, who had just entered a small courtyard, were also disturbed by this sound, and hurriedly squatted down to cover their whereabouts. However, a soldier accidentally stepped on a wooden bucket filled with swill on the ground as he landed.

The sound of water immediately attracted the attention of the man who had already stepped out of the front yard.

"Who?!" the man was obviously not stupid, he first yelled, attracting the attention of some of his fellow villagers, and then cautiously walked towards the backyard.

"Shanzi?"

"Let's go!"

Due to the man's shouting, Xiahou Jing clearly heard the footsteps of other adult men, and also walked towards the backyard where they were hiding. Don't blame his subordinates, the saber in Xiahou Jing's hand has been quietly raised, and his action is the signal of his decision to act.

So, when the man of the village appeared at the corner of the earthen wall with a hoe in his hand, a long knife pierced his heart, accurately, without a little mud and water, and he didn't even have time to make a muffled snort, his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

Seeing the first person to do it, the others had no scruples, and followed the team that Xiahou Jing entered from the front, killing them like tigers and wolves, and those villagers who were still trying to approach were eliminated by these wolf-like veterans as soon as they took a look, and they only had time to let out a few screams before they died.

At this time, these screams were more like some kind of signal, which ignited the fire in ambush in the entire mountain village at once, and in an instant, one after another cries and cries were staged in the small mountain village, from the head of the village to the end of the village, and even people couldn't tell who came first and who came after.

However, for a stick of incense, except for the open space in the center of the village, the perennial torches were still burning and beeping, and the whole village was terrifyingly quiet. Xiahou Jing and his team of people rushed straight from the village avenue all the way to the open space in the center without hesitation, but only to see Hou San, who had entered the village first, lying in the middle of the open space with their whole bodies twisted.

Obviously, the first scream was made by one of them. And now when you see the corpses of several people, the distorted appearance of their faces, you can see how the pain experienced before death will be bone-chilling. Rao is this group of soldiers and bandits butchers who have just vomited a village, and they can't help but feel worried in their hearts, and their eyes are looking around uneasily, as if at any time an unknown evil ghost will capture them from the depths of the dark corners that they can't see.

"But the hero's 'Shura Hand' is here?"

It was only after the subordinates who were originally scattered all over the village gathered around him and no one gathered together that Xiahou Jing opened his mouth and asked. He has heard a lot about the death of his own subordinates recently, and it is exactly what it should look like to die under the famous "Shura hand".

"Hehehehe......"

The creepy laughter came from all directions, and the sound of men and women, old and young, made everyone present directly think of the villagers who had just died at their hands.

"Boss...... It won't be these...... Dead man, right?"

"No?!!"

"Chief!?"

One person spoke timidly in the crowd, and the others listened to the laughter that still surrounded them, and they couldn't help but tremble in the same way. It was the first time that they had experienced such a strange thing when they were killing people on the battlefield. Although there is no fear of the dead, unknown ghosts still fear the existence of fear in the hearts of these people.

"Shut up! Those who disturb the hearts of our army will be decided!" Gongsun Yong spoke again at the critical moment, his eyes looked fiercely at the soldier who had just taken the lead in speaking, and he raised his knife to slash, and the man's left arm immediately fell to the ground, only to hear him continue: "At this critical moment, spare your life for the time being, only break your long arm, if anyone dares to speak falsely again, there will be no forgiveness!"

The autumn mountain breeze becomes colder and colder at night, rolling up fallen leaves and making a rustling sound. The "hehe" laughter had gradually disappeared at this time, but a cold killing intent seemed to hit everyone's body as if it were substantive. Xiahou Jing waved the long knife in his hand aimlessly, but he succeeded in silencing everyone.

At this time, his slightly lame figure seemed to have become the only pillar of the big men.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?!" In the cold night, Xiahou Jing's voice came from afar along with the sound of the wind, he didn't look around blankly, a pair of wolf-like eyes stared at the shadows of the house not far away, and seemed to determine the source of the previous voice.

"Hehe... Naturally...... Your enemies ......"

The voice sounded again, still making it difficult to distinguish between gender and age, and after the man finished saying this sentence gloomily, suddenly a sound came, like a ghost crying in this silent night. As the music sounded, only another scream could be heard at the back of the line.

"Ah!!h

Everyone hurriedly looked, and saw that one of the bandits standing at the end of the line was spitting blood from his mouth, clutching at the armor of his companion beside him, and his frightened expression was fixed in the opposite direction of his body—his head was completely twisted towards the back of his body, so that his hands were stretched forward, while his companion could look down to see his protruding eyes.

But the scream was from his companions. Immediately afterward, more people screamed, for no other reason than that there was another corpse on the dead ankle that was also twisted in the face of death, and that corpse had another corpse on its foot......

Corpse after corpse, like a chain on a chain—twenty people died in a row in less than a cup of tea. The screaming bandit touched his neck in fear...... If it weren't for his quick reaction, would he be one of the chains of this corpse?

"Ah!! it's dead!!!!! it's a ghost!!it must be a ghost!!"

The more the man thought about it, the more frightened he became, obviously he had lost his mind, he muttered as if he was crazy, and his hands were even more careless to directly pick up the corpse that was grabbing the hem of his armor, but before he could shout, everyone saw Xiahou Jing take two steps forward in shock and cut off the head of the man who was about to scream with a knife.

"Whoever disturbs the hearts of our army, die!"

Word by word, Xiahou Jing viciously looked at the source of the chain of corpses, and the other party was able to kill more than 20 of his subordinates under his nose without realizing it, which shows that his ability is really not small. But with such a skill, he wants to use this sneaky way to intimidate himself, what is his purpose?!

Xiahou Jing has always boasted that he is a clever strategist, and since the other party said that he has an enmity with him, then he must kill all of them. And the other party's skills are so unpredictable, this means of pretending to be a ghost, and the ethereal and difficult to find sound......

Xiahou Jing suddenly burst out laughing, he suddenly turned his head, and said with a hideous face: "Boy, don't pretend to be a ghost! Have the ability to stand up and fight with this general!! Wang Jia Lang! I know it's you!!Come out!!"