Syllable!

Three bullets slammed into the sand in front of the bloody blade, stirring up a large cloud of dust. The bandits on horseback stopped not far from the door of the bar, skillfully turned over and dismounted, and aimed the muzzle of the wooden-handled rifle at the head of the bloody blade.

The men were dusty in their clothes, with turbans and masks wrapped around their heads, revealing only their wandering eyes. Before the blood blade could draw its gun, the four bandits had already surrounded her in a fan shape, and under the mask of one of them, a strange male voice floated out:

"Chick, this is not where you should be......"

Bloodblade frowned as he looked at the four people gathered around, his right hand resting on the holster at his waist, as if looking for an opportunity to draw his gun.

Noticing her movements, the bandit standing not far in front of her laughed and sneered, "Where did you learn to play with guns?" Beware of misfire and shoot through your legs. ”

“……”

Bloodblade didn't make a sound, just focused on the man's mask-covered face, and the other three people next to him were already leaning over her, their muzzles almost on her.

"We just don't have a shortage of women here, come with us obediently, no one will hurt your ......"

"Oh." Bloody Blade's right hand trembled slightly.

"Don't move, our guns might go off the rails, right?" The thug who spoke sneered, "Don't resist anymore—"

Burst!

With a soft sound, his voice stopped abruptly.

Sensing that something was wrong, the other three bandits turned their gaze to the leader, only to see a dagger nailed to the man's left eye.

As soon as they reacted, three gunshots had interrupted their thoughts, and the two bandits on the left and right sides of the bloody blade were shot through the head by bullets, and instantly lost consciousness and fell to the ground, and the bandit on the right hand side was hot on the shoulder, and the rifle slipped from his weak right hand and fell heavily to the ground.

"You ...... Bichi"

The bandit, who was hit by a bullet in the shoulder, staggered and tried to escape, but was shot in the leg again and fell on the soft sand.

He struggled to turn over and tried to draw his knife to resist, but the mask on his face was directly ripped off, revealing a red face with scars. Under the frightened gaze of the bandits, the "beautiful girl" full of knife marks came up to him and licked her lips excitedly:

"It's my turn to enjoy, right?"

Although they had not yet figured out the other party's intentions, the bandits had already sensed the danger of the aura. He tried his best to draw the knife with his left hand, and the position of the tendon in his wrist was immediately stabbed, and at the same time that his hands were destroyed, he also lost the last ability to resist.

"What are you going to do......"

The bandit's eyes were full of fear, and his facial muscles began to twitch. When he saw the various "tools" that the girl had taken out of her satchel, he finally understood the other party's intentions:

"Ahh

The screams of the bandits were drowned out by the sound of excited laughter.

At the same time, Lin Chi, who was sitting in the bar, continued to communicate with his coat of arms:

"I need your strength, I'm going to build an altar, right?"

According to the items of the coat of arms, if you build an altar according to the instructions of the old gods, you can curse your enemies. Lin Chi still didn't know if the target of the curse was a player or an NPC, and this kind of thing would be clear at a glance as long as he experimented with it.

"You don't have the power to build altars." The voice of the ancient god whispered to Lin Chi: "Go and find the local ancient people, they can build altars." ”

"Where are the ancients?"

Lin Chi asked the crucial question, but the ancient god was silent. He picked up the coat of arms and shook it, but there was still no sign of an answer.

After confirming that the ancient god had "run away", Lin Chi sighed.

As he expected, the process of building the altar was not so easy. Speaking of the "ancient people" of the American West, though......

"Are you Indians?"

The vast majority of cowboys on this continent are Yankees. If there is anyone who fits the title of "ancient people", it is likely that the indigenous people of the Americas, the Indians, are exactly what they are looking for.

After deciding on the next course of action, Lin Chi put the coat of arms back in his backpack, listened to the screams and crazy laughter outside the house, stood up and pushed open the wooden door of the bar.

"Can you be quiet for a while?" He said angrily.

The wasteland near the bar was full of splattered blood, and with the help of the light thrown from a torch inserted in the ground, Lin Chi saw that the bandit who was tied up with thick hemp rope was howling incessantly, blood seeping out of his eye sockets, nostrils and mouth, and the position of his chin was also losing a lot of blood.

"Would you like to have some fun?" The Blood Blade put down the silver needle in his hand, and the piece of blood-drenched skin he held in his left hand was particularly conspicuous.

"Did you rip his face off?" Lin Chi looked at the "human skin mask" in the hand of the blood blade.

"'Plastic surgery,' to be exact." Bloodblade grinned, revealing bloodstained teeth, "I've transplanted his companion's face into his face, and it's a success, right?" ”

"So fast?" Lin Chi looked at a faceless corpse on the sand not far away in surprise.

In any case, it should not be possible to complete a "skin transplant" in five minutes. Lin Chi looked back at the bandit who was constantly twisting his body, although the other party's movements were very fast, but if he looked closely, he could still notice the stitch marks.

"Of course you have to be fast." Bloody Blade casually threw the piece of skin on the sand: "In this era, anesthetics have not yet been invented, and doctors have to pursue speed in surgery, and the longer it drags on, the more painful it will be for patients. ”

"So you're still an angel in white?" Lin Chi teased.

"Of course." Bloodblade said as he took out a medical kit from his backpack, opened the box and took out a roll of bandages, which was roughly wrapped around the bandit's face: "Can't let him cool down so quickly, there are still a few surgeries to follow." ”

Looking at the girl's skillful movements, Lin Chi quietly took a step back. Even if he has admired the prestige of "Blood Blade" for a long time, he still has a subtle feeling of disgust when he witnesses this guy's bloody operation.

- Heal enemies while torturing them. This is the secret of the Blood Blade's inability to trigger the "Torture Protection System".

Many of the doctors' work is inherently bloody, and it is not uncommon to disembowel patients. As long as you are judged by the game to be healing, you can kill your opponent openly without being punished!

Seeing that the Blood Blade was full of interest, Lin Chi reminded, "Don't forget to get down to business. ”

"Give me twenty minutes, twenty minutes!" Bloody Blade rummaged through the medicine box without lifting his head.

Too lazy to see the brutal "treatment" of the Blood Blade, Lin Chi came to the side of a brown horse standing on the sand.

Judging from the hoof prints, the other three horses had already run away, and only this one remained dutifully in place, not moving.

"Mmmm......mmmm

The poor bandit, whose mouth was wrapped in bandages, let out a muffled whimper, and Lin Chi took off a hanging bag on his horseback and began to rummage through it, looking for usable props.