Unconsciously, the east was already white, and the square was still full of people, and they surrounded the Shufeng Thunder God and shouted, as if all the previous grievances were mixed with the shouting and spitting out.

Several vague figures suddenly came out of the crowd, and they all walked in the direction of the walled gate, and as they walked, they quietly observed the surrounding situation, fortunately, no one noticed them, and their attention was focused on the high platform of the square.

"What are you going to do?" Suddenly, a voice came from the front.

The men were startled, and the cold sweat instantly soaked their backs, and the man at the head quietly put his hand on his waist, where a dagger was hidden.

He fixed his eyes on it, it was a slightly fat man, at this moment the slightly chubby man was putting his hands on his waist, trying to tighten his trouser belt, he raised his head, looked at these men again, and asked, "Are you going to be convenient?" ”

"Yes," the man in the lead laughed, "too much wine!" I can't hold it back. ”

"Oh, let's go." The chubby man smiled and patted him on the shoulder with his belt-fastening hand, skipping the men directly.

These men breathed a sigh of relief, they quietly put away the dagger, and moved towards the gate again, and the man at the head felt a crisp feeling on his shoulder, like a small insect crawling over, but he didn't care, still looked at the surrounding situation intently.

"Hey." The fat man's voice came from behind again.

"What's wrong again?" The young man at the end of the line looked back impatiently, but the moment he turned his head, he was greeted by a spear that was slammed into his face, and before he could react, he was stabbed in the heart by the spear, and the blood that burst out of his head sprayed on every companion behind him.

The man at the head just glanced at it casually, and the figures in the shadows around him swayed, and there would never be less than a hundred samurai in ambush! Cold sweat ran down his forehead, and his eyes widened, his head racing, trying to find a way to get out of here.

"Run!" The man at the head suddenly ordered, this is in someone else's village, there will be absolutely no chance of winning if you fight hard, you must run! As long as you run out and pass this news to Yunshenzhai, it will be worth dying!

The remaining five men immediately scattered in all directions, and they ran in different directions, into the woods, over the wall, and along the main road, but the man who was the leader only ran two steps and did not move, he stood where he was, and fear suddenly exploded in his heart, and he understood at once

What is the itchy feeling that came from the shoulder just now, it is the wood worm of the Wind Thunder Village! People who are bitten by wood insects will stiffen their whole body like wood, this poison is not fatal, but it can limit people's movements to the greatest extent.

The chubby man slowly stepped forward, and by the way, he pulled out the spear stuck in the young man's head, he stepped forward and patted the shoulder of the man in charge, and the man immediately fell down like a dead man, "Do you really think I don't know you?" I've been waiting for you all night. ”

The man at the head fell to the ground, he didn't move, but he still breathed, he still felt, he could see and hear, but he couldn't do anything, the fat man squatted in front of him, dragging him to the square like a dead pig, "You are too anxious, for so many years, the owner of the village has been staring at you, but I don't want to care, you really think that people are a fool, and you don't know anything?" ”

"How can Han Bao become the owner of the village?" The chubby man said again.

Uncle Fenglei stood quietly on the stage, his eyes closed, and the wind gently blew the hem of his clothes.

The chubby man dragged the dead dog-like fine work, all the way forward, everywhere he went, the crowd naturally made way for him, they all recognized him, his name is Weng Heilin, a few years older than Shu Fenglei, grew up with Shu Fenglei since childhood, and now he is a tooth chief in Fenglei Village, commanding thousands of troops.

Shu Fenglei opened his eyes and watched Weng Heilin take that fine work onto the high platform, he slowly opened his mouth and asked, "What about the others?" ”

"Don't worry, you can't run." Weng Heilin smiled, then lowered his body, broke the man's eyes open, and forced him to look at what was happening in front of him, "You have to keep your eyes open." ”

Shu Fenglei nodded, he turned his head to look at the fine work, the fine work rolled his eyes, met Shu Fenglei's eyes, and the surroundings quieted down at once, and only the sound of the wind could be heard, as well as his own heartbeat.

I'm dead, he thought.

He followed Lin Fenglei and dared to come to be meticulous, that is, he came with the heart of death, but now, when death approached him little by little, he was suddenly afraid, if it weren't for the poison of the wood worm, he would have trembled all over now.

Uncle Fenglei has an extra ring-headed knife in his hand, such a violent weapon is rarely used, in Fenglei Village, it is used to slaughter sacrificial buffalo. Shu Fenglei suddenly closed his eyes again, he was silent like this, and no one in the audience spoke, the fear in his heart was being magnified a little bit, he stared at Shu Fenglei with wide eyes, staring at Shu Fenglei, his head

The sweat on it flowed down like water.

Kill me! Kill me! You killed me! He wanted to shout, but he couldn't.

"Here we are." Weng Heilin said suddenly.

Shu Fenglei raised his head, and directly opposite him, at the entrance of the square, several four samurai with a bloody head in their hands, they passed through the crowd, and put the heads of those who had not closed their eyes in front of the thin work, so that he could look at them.

There were still traces of undried blood on their heads, and their faces were twisted in pain, and saliva and tears mixed with blood stains covered their whole faces, and it was clear from their expressions that they must have endured great pain before they died, so painful that even their faces were distorted.

The last of the man's defenses on the ground finally collapsed, tears silently ran down his eyes, a fishy stench came from his crotch, a yellow liquid flowed out of it, his body twitched slightly, as if he was struggling to escape, but no matter what he did, it was to no avail.

Shu Fenglei opened his eyes again, he looked down, the man like a dead dog had passed out, but his calves were still twitching from time to time, Shu Fenglei suddenly raised the knife, and the knife whistled.

In the flash of light, the man's head had been cut off, Uncle Feng Thunder was extremely powerful, he used all his strength with this knife, the man's head was cut off from the neck, there was no trace of flesh and blood in the middle, the poison of the wood insect was still there, but the man's body was still twitching, Weng Heilin had to squat down and hold down the corpse. Warm blood gushed out at the moment of separation, and a burly warrior with a topless body holding a wooden basin stood in front of the man's corpse and the fresh blood that had just flowed out.

When the blood ceased to flow, the warrior finally took the basin and left, and walked to the other side of the square, surrounded by dozens of burly men like him, who walked to a dark red stone pillar that emitted a fishy smell, poured the fine blood on it, and then bowed down to the stone pillar with the strange face carved for a long time.

After a long time, they finally got back on their feet and returned to the high platform.

Shu Fenglei had blood stains on his face and clothes, but he didn't care at all, he suddenly raised the ring-headed big sword into the sky, roaring loudly, his expression was hideous like a ghost.

The crowd responded with louder, thicker shouts, their eyes blazing with flames, and the flames burning in their hearts, and they raised their arms and shouted like a pack of wild beasts about to hunt.

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