Chapter 298: The Road to Hell (3)

Mo Xiaosheng only really believed Liang Shangjun's words until now, and the people who were selected to be sent to the Valley of Death were all guys with a lot of cases, and they were cruel to themselves.

He quietly held the dagger in his left hand and said with a smile, "Are there rules?" ”

"No, as long as the result, regardless of the process." The first person to speak said coldly, but he wondered what supported Mo Xiaosheng so that Mo Xiaosheng did not appear a trace of panic.

Mo Xiaosheng nodded: "I'm done asking, you can start." ”

The first person to speak in the grass hut shook his head slightly: "Then let's start." ”

Mo Xiaosheng slowly turned to the blood wolf, and unbuttoned the sheepskin coat with his right hand.

"Ahhh

Mo Xiaosheng didn't expect that the blood wolf would suddenly make a move when he took off his coat and was unprepared. hurriedly dodged, but the sheepskin coat on his body was only half off, hindering his movements, and the blood wolf's wooden stick hit Mo Xiaosheng's back heavily.

Mo Xiaosheng took two steps forward and completed the action of taking off his coat at the same time. He gritted his teeth and twisted his waist to relieve the pain in his back. The blood wolf's stick made him almost lose his combat effectiveness.

"Hmph." The blood wolf sneered. Slowly approaching Mo Xiaosheng, the wooden stick in his right hand gently hit the palm of his left hand, making a "poof--" sound.

"The boy surnamed Mo, I will burn some paper money for you on this day next year, pay tribute to you, and let you be a poor ghost with money to spend in the underworld." The blood wolf had already dealt Mo Xiaosheng a heavy blow, and he didn't believe that Mo Xiaosheng would reverse the disadvantage.

"If you're dead, I'll burn paper money for you next year." Mo Xiaosheng had already retreated to the root of the back wall, and his right hand reached into the cuff of his left arm. The pain made his voice tremble a little.

"Hahahaha--" The blood wolf laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke. But his eyes did not leave Mo Xiaosheng for a moment, although he had the victory in his hands, he never despised his opponent. He knew very well that any negligence would bring him a fatal blow. This is his experience, the experience of killing and killing too much.

"Huh--" The blood wolf's laughter did not stop, and the wooden stick in his hand moved again, sweeping across Mo Xiaosheng's head and neck. Mo Xiaosheng has retreated to the root of the wall, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The blow of the blood wolf was intended to kill Mo Xiaosheng. Behind Mo Xiaosheng was a wall, and there was no way out. And he laughed loudly, intending to paralyze Mo Xiaosheng, and Mo Xiaosheng had already been hit hard by him.

The blood wolf didn't believe that Mo Xiaosheng could react quickly when he was paralyzed and injured.

Is that really the case? The answer is no. Mo Xiaosheng grew up in the rain of bullets, and the dangers he once faced were much worse than this.

From the moment the blood wolf laughed, Mo Xiaosheng was ready. He clearly felt that the snow wolf's laughter was the moment when the storm came.

He held the dagger hidden in the cuff of his left arm in his right hand, and after he saw the trajectory of the blood wolf's wooden stick, he suddenly lowered his body, drilled under the blood wolf's right arm, pulled out the dagger, and slashed through the blood wolf's right abdomen.

"Poof--" A dull voice sounded, and Mo Xiaosheng didn't stop. Leaping forward four or five meters, he quickly hid the dagger in the cuff of his left arm. Then he will turn around and despise the blood wolf.

The wooden stick in the blood wolf's hand fell to the ground, and his left hand covered his right abdomen and left waist. knelt down slowly, and turned his head to look at Mo Xiaosheng with difficulty: "Boy, it's ruthless enough." ”

The two people sitting in the grass hut stood up at the same time and looked at the blood wolf and Mo Xiaosheng in dismay.

Fast, too fast. They only saw Mo Xiaosheng burrowing under the armpit of the blood wolf, and then the snow wolf's right abdomen and back waist splattered a cloud of blood mist, and half of the waist was cut open. However, they didn't see how Mo Xiaosheng made a move.

Mo Xiaosheng's shot was indeed ruthless, his ruthlessness was not only for self-preservation, but also for revenge for the people who died in his hands, especially the two women who were raped and then killed by him.

Since he has a heart to kill, Mo Xiaosheng's attack will naturally not be merciful. He could have stabbed the blood wolf in the heart with this knife and killed him with one sword.

But instead of doing that, he chose the waist and abdomen of the blood wolf and cut open half of the blood wolf's waist. Because in this way, the blood wolf will not die immediately, but will die slowly and painfully after a large amount of blood loss.

He knew that this was cruel, but in the face of a demon like the blood wolf, Mo Xiaosheng didn't want him to die too happily, Mo Xiaosheng wanted to let the blood wolf enjoy the joy of slowly dying in pain.

"Save me, King Worm, save me." The blood wolf leaned on his body, holding the wound on the right side of his waist with both hands, and shouted weakly. The intense pain made him sweat profusely.

The Green Worm King was the first man waiting in the grass hut to talk to Mo Xiaosheng, and the other man waiting in the grass hut was the Black Bolt King. The Green Worm King and the Black Bolt King are the ninth-level Dead Warriors in the Valley of Death, and they are also considered to be one of the few top masters in the Valley of Death.

The Green Worm King looked at the blood wolf who was seriously injured and dying. Very indifferent, without a trace of sympathy: "No one can save you, wait, after we leave, someone will collect the body for you." ”

His voice was very cold, and Mo Xiaosheng felt a shudder when he heard it.

"Mo Xiaosheng, from now on, your code name is Blood Wolf, number 0063." Black Bolt smiled slightly.

Mo Xiaosheng was disgusted by the Black Bolt King's laughter, because the Black Bolt King's laughter was hypocritical, and it was also mixed with cunning.

"Is there any hope of being promoted from a first-level dead soldier to a fourth-level dead soldier?" The Black Bolt King smiled gloomily, and his black and yellow teeth reminded Mo Xiaosheng of a dog that ate.

"I never attack people." Mo Xiaosheng said coldly.

"What about the three of you? Do you want to make the cut? Black Bolt turned to the other three.

The three of them did not speak, and no one cared about the blood wolf, which had no vital features, and each turned around and walked to the wall of the grass hut and sat down.

Mo Xiaosheng found that the three people did not sit next to each other, but left a distance of about a zhang from each other.

Mo Xiaosheng guessed that they were not friends, but probably rivals. They sit apart, not within the other's range of attack.

"Could it be that everyone in the Valley of Death regards each other as mortal enemies who can kill each other?" Mo Xiaosheng thought secretly.

"It's not a good show." The Green Worm King lay down on the bed: "Lao Hei, you are on guard in the first half of the night, and I will come in the second half of the night." ”

The Black Bolt King snorted and looked at Mo Xiaosheng curiously: "Blood wolf, where is your weapon?" Is it a knife or a dagger? ”

Mo Xiaosheng sat on a bundle of firewood at the door, leaned his head against the wall, and said lazily: "It only appears when you kill someone, is it a knife or a short sword?" Maybe in the future you will know. ”

"It's good, it's kind of enough. Then you hurry up and advance, and when you reach level five, I will be the first to find you. The Black Bolt King showed his big black and yellow teeth again, and a murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

Mo Xiaosheng responded, and the Black Bolt King did not speak again. Pull out your hunting knife and start shaving. The frog king beside him let out a heavy cry, apparently asleep.

Mo Xiaosheng glanced at the Green Worm King, who was lying on the bed and seemed to be a brother to the Black Bat King, and then looked at the three people who were guarding each other. Thinking about what Black Bolt King just said, he didn't understand too much.

He didn't understand, why was the Green Worm King and the Black Bolt King able to trust each other and not defend each other? Why are the other three people wary of each other, like fire and water? Also, the Black Bolt King has to wait until he is promoted to the fifth level of the dead warrior before challenging himself, why is this?

Mo Xiaosheng pondered for a while, but couldn't figure it out. If you can't figure it out, you don't want to, don't work for this god, this is Mo Xiaosheng's character.

He closed his eyes, his hands in his cuffs, leaned against the wall, and endured the terrifying dead silence in the grass hut.

The bright moonlight shone on the snow outside the house, reflecting a bleak light. The empty snow-capped mountains, only the chirping wind swept by.

It was already the middle of the night, and the Black Bolt King put away his hunting knife and woke up the Green Worm King: "Hey, it's your turn." ”

"How fast?" The Frog King sat up and stretched. Look at the four people sitting against the wall on the ground, and whisper, "Are you all so honest?" Isn't that normal? ”

The Black Bolt King got into the bed: "Four pigs, one sleeps better than the other." ”

The Green Worm King smiled and whispered: "It's hard to say, although this kid is good today, he can't suppress the blood tiger." The Blood Tiger is a fourth-level dead soldier, and I am cold to him about his killing methods. ”

Mo Xiaosheng listened quietly, didn't move, as if he was asleep.

The Frog King got down from the bed, added a few sticks of wood to the fire, looked at the four people sitting on the ground, turned to the bed, untied a nine-section steel whip from his waist, and put it in his hand.

Time passed slowly, and Mo Xiaosheng heard the other three people snoreing slightly, as if they had fallen asleep.

A sleepiness struck, Mo Xiaosheng felt heavy eyelids, and he estimated that the time should be around three o'clock in the morning.

Mo Xiaosheng looked at the other people, only the Green Worm King was still sitting, full of energy. The remaining four, snoring heavily, were already asleep.

Although there was a door in the hut, there was a fire. However, the cold wind of the night still drilled into the body.

Mo Xiaosheng pulled the sheepskin coat and wrapped himself a little tighter. His hands were clasped together again, his head tucked into the fur collar of his coat, and he closed his eyes.

Between two and four o'clock in the morning, people are most tired and sleep the most soundly. It is also at this time that the sleeping people are at their worst and most dangerous.

The Blood Tiger suddenly opened its eyes slowly, but it was still snoring heavily. He first looked at the Green Worm King, and then turned to Mo Xiaosheng.

The Green Worm King picked up the nine-section steel whip in his hand and stared at the Blood Tiger playfully, without making any other movements or speaking.

Mo Xiaosheng's head was shrunk in the fur collar of his coat, and his hands were in his sleeves, as if he was sleeping soundly and peacefully.

Blood Tiger picked up a wooden stick about two and a half feet long beside him and slowly stood up. Suddenly, he jumped up, waved the wooden stick with both hands, and hit Mo Xiaosheng, who was about a foot away from him. The part where the wooden stick hit was Mo Xiaosheng's head.