I don't know when, a news suddenly came out of Shell City, and it spread quickly, so fast that it was staggering, not because someone was behind it, but because the protagonist of this news involved a person who is now making Shell City famous.

Little corpse.

The source of the news is said to come from the faces of several slums, according to their drunken words, they are the villagers of a small village in the Blue Wave Mountains outside the city, because the little corpse demon appeared there to besiege and kill a person, in order not to be affected, the whole village moved to Shell City, this is not the point, the point is in their mouths, Song Wei died.

That's right.

This four-legged crab, notorious in Gounod, is dead! Died at the hands of a blind man who claimed to be from the newborn land, and the blind man died with him, and his soul was scattered in front of them, leaving no body behind.

Many people scoff at this, just as a rumor, what kind of person is the little corpse?

No matter how bad his reputation is and how bad his behavior is, but in the end he is one of the two corpses, a real martial artist of the upper sect, what ability does that blind man have to kill the little corpse?

But Shell City is not Lanbo Village in the end, there are many people who know what is going on outside, and soon there are forces to send people to check the details, just one day later, the spies sent to return and bring back shocking news, that small village on the edge, has indeed experienced a rare battle, that huge pit can not be faked.

A blind man from the land of the newborn? As long as the Gounod people have a little knowledge, there is a person in their minds.

Blind monk, Li Qing!

In the long war, this blind man has already become a thorn in the hearts of many people in Gounod, if this person is here, then this news may not be credible, people with active brains think left and right, indeed, this little corpse is coming violently, but why is there no movement suddenly?

The news spread like a storm, Shell City was just an origin, the whole Guno was moved, and all kinds of characters who were usually rare to see rushed to the Blue Wave Mountains to have a look, and the neighboring Shell City ushered in an unprecedented liveliness.

But the news came a little too late, and half a day ago, the nine hundred slaves of the Qi clan had already led fifty guards and old dogs to the Plague Jungle, a terrible place west of Shell City, which required nearly a week of foot strength.

A long serpentine formation of nine hundred slaves walked on the road, all of them were handcuffed, and a rope of special material was tied to them, nearly thirty meters long, ten people were connected to each other, and fifty guards were in groups of two, riding tall horses, monitoring the crowd.

With the rope containment, it is difficult to escape unless ten people run together, and if ten people collude to escape together, the movement caused is enough for these guards to notice, and they can easily catch up, and being caught up is a consequence.

Die.

This iron law among slaves is forged by the lives of blood.

As long as you dare to escape, there will be no mercy.

Among the slaves, there was one exception, a thin man in a shabby coat who had neither anklets nor restraints, but not far in front of him was the old man on a horse, a fierce old man who was famous among slaves, and the mere standing there was a deterrent to all the slaves behind him.

The half-day journey is not a big problem for ordinary people, but for these sick and weak slaves, it is hard, and some slaves who have stayed for a long time can say that they have carried them before, and now they are here, but some new slaves who go out to work for the first time are really unbearable.

Qi Wang, who was tied up with the other nine people, glanced back, the formation behind him was broken, and there was a commotion sound, he could see it from a distance, it should be an elderly man behind him who couldn't support it, and fell to the ground, this fall was not light by him, his forehead and face were bloodstained, he struggled to support himself, but it seemed that he didn't have much strength, the oil ran out, and the nine people he was connected with could only stop, and then a younger man in the crowd stepped forward to support the old man, with a sad face.

One of the guards twisted his brow and turned his horse's head, threw down his whip without saying anything, and scolded angrily: "Get up! Walk! ”

The old man who was already thinly dressed was whipped on his back, trembling violently in pain, and almost fell to the ground again, finally stabilized his body, staggered and gritted his teeth and walked forward, scarlet whip marks and blood oozing out of his back, the young man next to him stared at the guard on the horse with hatred, the latter glanced at him, and the whip waved repeatedly: "What do you see?" Looking for death? ”

The young man, who had actually been whipped twice, clenched his fists tightly, hung his head and tried his best to suppress his anger, and the guard sneered, disapproving, and continued to ride forward, the originally stagnant formation slowly squirming again.

Every time a new slave comes in, a few of them will be disobedient, and some will die each time.

Qi Miao and the old dog love money as much as their lives, but in the face of some upright bottom lines, they will never relax a little, just like the escape, two years ago, there was also a self-esteemed martial artist, quietly organized two hundred people to try to rebel, walking on the road suddenly made a difficulty, so that the old dog was caught off guard, but then it was not suppressed, more than 200 people who escaped, all killed on the spot, the leading ones, all were cramped and pulled out, that is not an adjective, but the real literal meaning, but a pity of these 900 people, There are very few people who have seen that scene at the beginning.

This does not affect the old dog's fierce name.

More than 200 slaves, that's tens of thousands of silver coins, even if they are converted into gold coins, there must be hundreds of them.

The scorching sun was high, the temperature was rising, the air in front of the surface seemed to begin to distort slightly, and those sitting on the horses began to sweat, not to mention the slaves who had been on foot, and finally, in a long crowd, someone could not support it and fainted to the ground, which seemed to have a chain reaction, and some of the slaves who were struggling fell one after another, and the marching team was blocked again.

After stopping repeatedly, the old dog in front finally turned around and looked at the soft crowd without sadness or joy.

Qi Wang was not far from the old dog, they were the closest to the old dog, Qi Wang, who was covered with sweat, wiped his forehead with his sleeve and panted slightly, in this case, it was time to rest.

Without waiting for Qi Wang to think about it, he saw the old dog raise his palm, and then waved it downward.

The guards looked at each other, understood what they meant, and acted indifferently, slashing at the slaves who were either sitting or lying down, or really fainting, and the crowd instantly rioted, screaming and crying.

The old dog also went into battle himself, he walked to the first old man who fainted on the ground, it was the old man before, he looked around, the spear in his hand did not stop stabbing at his head, the blood accompanied by the brain burst open, the scene was bloody, poor old man lost his life in a coma, I don't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate.

The young man on the side had red eyes, roared angrily, and pounced on the old dog desperately, but the latter easily pierced the chest with a spear and picked it up in the sky, and he still stared at the old dog with resentment before he died, and his twisted face was full of madness.

The cries gradually stopped, the smell of blood began to permeate, and the slaves trembled.

A few people died.

The old dog doesn't care what these slaves think.

Dare to rebel? Kill!

Dare to resist? Kill!

Qi Wang silently watched as the old dog stuck the spear in his hand on the ground, red blood flowed down the barrel of the gun, and the man on it was dumbfounded.

The old dog clapped his palms, as if he had done something very simple, he glanced around and whispered to himself.

"I don't love good fruits in my life, I only love killing people and setting fires."