Tonight, the streets of Jitian Village were more crowded than ever. Men and women of all ages crowded into the middle of the road, while children stood in front of the windows of their wooden houses, watching excitedly. In the final analysis, these mobs are similar to ordinary peasants, Xu Changqing thought to himself, but they are just gathering crowds to make trouble, and they feel that the more people there are, the bigger their fists. He couldn't help but think with a little regret, I wonder if these children will have the courage to live normally in the future after witnessing tonight's events?

Yoshizo walked in front with a huge scythe, and the aunt with the onion was on his right, holding a pitchfork. The short man who had pulled Koharu's hair before was on the other side, and a simple piece of dried cowhide was hung in front of him, tied tightly with a rope. It was followed by a variety of peasants. They raised their eyebrows and shouted at the inn. Xu Changqing estimated the number of people, about eighty. All the young people in this village should be here. The old and the weak, together with the children, stayed in their huts and did not come out.

The doors of each cabin were closed and bolted from the outside. It seems that there are rules in the village for a long time. When fighting, children are never allowed to get involved.

They even have some theoretically "heavy equipment". Several listless horses followed the group, carrying a basket of stones on each side. Now Xu Changqing knew where the stones that smashed into the inn came from. In addition to this, they also have some very rudimentary bows and arrows. However, the accuracy and strength are not worth mentioning, and they can basically be ignored.

One out of every three villagers involved carried a torch. Xu Changqing smelled a woody fragrance, which should be a pine wood with a lot of oil. This good chopping wood should be used for barbecue, and it is a waste to light a torch. They carried a wooden platform on which an unkempt man was tied. Look at that figure, it should be the crazy Koharu.

After a cursory look, Xu Changqing thought that Xiaochun had one hand behind his back. As the crowd approached, he realized that she was missing a hand. The severed arm was no longer bleeding, and was a dry dark red.

Xu Changqing walked out of the hotel and stood at the door. "What happened to her hand?" He asked.

"Mad woman," replied the stocky man who had pulled through Koharu's hair, smirking, "and she scratched my face." ”

Xu Changqing no longer paid attention to the man, but looked behind him. Row after row of peasants, all with honest and excited smiles on their faces. He saw the last, those who were only half the size at most, and should have just turned twenty years old. They are the main force of stone-throwing and even show more excitement than the adults in the front row.

Yoshizo and his fellow countrymen were outnumbered. And they are all people who are accustomed to manual labor, and their muscles are strong and powerful. They even brought food and drink with them. His teeth tore at the roast leg of lamb, and from time to time he raised the clay jar and drank bitterly. Their farming tools were deliberately polished, and the tips of the pitchforks were sharpened to reflect a bright and dazzling fire.

Ji Zang stepped forward and glared at Xu Changqing while sucking chicken bones. "Get out of Jida Village," he threatened, swishing between his teeth, "if you don't leave, I'll tie you up and stone you to death." Or drown in the Wind Lotus Lake, the choice is yours. ”

Facing the threat, Xu Changqing smiled and drew a line in front of the inn with his foot. "Those who cross the line will be killed." He said.

Yoshizo laughed viciously and beckoned back. Immediately, people rushed forward and formed a semi-arc around the inn. Xu Changqing counted about six pitchforks, three to four hoes, twelve axes for chopping wood, scissors, kitchen knives, and awls. In addition, there were many farm tools that he could not see to be used for, but they all had a point that could pierce the human body.

During the siege, Jizang asked Xu Changqing to get out of the way for the last time. "Unless you're determined to die," he wielded his scythe fiercely, "or get me down the hill at once." You damn outsiders, all of you are like that. We live here quietly and provoke no one. But you have come and bothered us several times. Before, you threatened us with guns and bullets, and now you have empty hands, and you still threaten us with no idea whether you are alive or dead. Xiaochun Xiaoxia's life and death belong to Zhitian Village, and I want to take them away, unless we all die on this street. ”

When the frantic clamor of the farmers subsided a little, Xu Changqing said, "This is your last chance." Go back at once, open the door of your own house, enter the house, and pretend that nothing has happened. If you still don't listen, then I have no choice but to ......"

“…… Kill! Kill them all! Caught in a frenzy, Yoshizo finished speaking for him in vague country slang.

The fog grew thicker and gradually engulfed the entire street. Xu Changqing looked indifferently at the peasants who rushed over, and the moon of Huangquan was already in his hands at some point, spreading his wings that were as dark as night and scarlet as blood. The cold blade hissed silently, as if trembling with joy. The shadow of the knife fell on Yoshizo's face, and he was still smiling, unaware of his fate.

Holding the handle of the knife tightly, Xu Changqing felt the carefully wrapped black leather cord. The gold inlaid with the shank coldly touches the palm rim, bringing inexplicable excitement.

"Jasmine of Death," he called the name of the succubus Nobuta, "come out!" ”

With the help of the Shadow Pocket, Xu Changqing can now collect the Evil Spirit Illustrated Book with him and summon it at any time. Bare hands are just an illusion. All his equipment, in fact, never left his side for a moment.

The female succubus appeared behind Xu Changqing. With the help of her wings, she jumped lightly onto the second floor of the inn. "Let's get the party started~~" She shook off her whip excitedly, and a dark and miserable green ball of acid swirled over the palm of her other hand.

With a slick of the long knife, Xu Changqing hurried forward. All of a sudden, his surroundings became out of reach, the dark realm!

He hurried forward, lifted the Moon of Yellow Springs above his head, and slashed at Yoshizo's face.

The bald middle-aged man was obscured by the fog and dark realm, completely devoid of any defense or dodge, just standing in place blankly. It wasn't until the blade was already approaching the door that the sturdy Fuso peasant didn't feel right. His mouth opened wide in horror, but there was no forgiveness under the blade. Blood trickled down his cheek and down his sharpened jaw. He staggered backwards, his body splitting in the middle along with the scythe.

"There is no mercy for killing," Xu Changqing coldly ordered the succubus, "kill them all!" ”

The succubus laughed in response, waving his whip and occasionally sending a sour bullet into the crowd.

The stocky man who tugged at Koharu's hair hid in fear by the wooden platform where Koharu was being held. A dark green ball of acid spun and slammed into his face, melting his face in an instant. Jelly-like eyeballs slid down cheeks, hair and beard rattled, and weeds withered. In an instant, the stout man looked like a pear peeled, and his head was a little smaller. The white smoke and sour smell of corrosion filled the surroundings, and his howl overshadowed everything.