Yu Beichuan glanced at it, and he saw the small movements of Han Jiawang and Li Yi, but he didn't need this thing, and Yu Beichuan pretended not to see it.

When the sky was bright, the group of people in Yubeichuan had already approached the city of S City, and after a night of non-stop fatigue, everyone was very tired.

"Let's rest for a while." Yu Beichuan could only stop and announce that he would rest for two hours and then enter the city together, maybe he had an idea last night, and Yu Beichuan became a lot more kind than before.

"Let's go!" This time, there was no need for Yu Beichuan to order, Wang Jiaming took the initiative to take this responsibility.

Continuing on, we reached the edge of the city, and the whole city looked like it was built on a ruin, and the city was empty of people.

"How so?" Everyone looked at the center of the city in shock, the crooked houses were dilapidated, and there were several ruined houses left everywhere, as if they had been uninhabited for a long time and had no breath of life.

The city is overgrown with weeds, and rows of towering giant trees with thick branches stretching out to the sky, covering half of the city's sky.

The thick roots of the trees brutally cut through the neat streets, lifting up blocks of cement with iron branches, which were rusty and the roads were a mess.

Raising his head and looking into the city streets, from time to time he saw several zombies staggering and swaying there alone or in twos and threes, wandering around aimlessly.

A huge brown strange bird with red eyes swept high above their heads, and with a cry of "tellurium ......", it flew over the sky of the city at great speed, and quickly disappeared into the turquoise canopy.

"How did it become like this?" Yu Beichuan couldn't believe it, he rubbed his eyes, and looked at the city he was familiar with, almost in ruins, and had become unfamiliar.

"Yiyu, I don't know where Yiyu is, what's going on now?" Yu Beichuan was in a hurry, and he couldn't wait to return to the familiar rooftop hut all of a sudden.

"Haha, it's here," Han Jiawang and his group were very excited, they arrived safely all the way, no matter what the city became, there would be hope and a head to go back here.

A group of people are running forward happily, everything will slowly get better, there will be bread, everything will be there, and everyone's hearts are full of hope.

Several people overtook Yubeichuan and ran to a place more than 20 meters in front, and Yubeichuan smiled helplessly.

This group of people has been isolated in the office building of the village management committee for more than ten days, and they really feel a little free of themselves.

"Bump!" A gunshot rang out, and the gunshots rang out loud in the empty city, and Han Jiawang, who was walking in front, fell to the ground in response, his chest was red, and the bright red blood was particularly eye-catching in the morning light.

"Village Chief......

"Sanbo!"

"Enemy attack...... a group of people exclaimed loudly, and "enemy attack" was shouted by Li Yi.

Before his words could be heard, several villagers in front of him fell straight down like wooden stakes as many gunshots as they could hear from his words.

"Save Me ......"

"Help."

"Hide, quick, crawl here."

"Sanbo!" Wang Jiaming was the first to rush over, picked up Han Jiawang, and rolled to the cover on the side of the road.

Judging from the wound of the middle shot, Han Jiawang was obviously not good, this shot was very poisonous, and one shot hit the heart.

"Third uncle," Wang Jiaming cried, and Han Jiawang only tried to open his eyes, his lips moving slightly.

"Child, child, live!" He stretched out one hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch Wang Jiaming's face, but it fell suddenly......

"Third Uncle ......" Wang Jiaming cried bitterly, from childhood to adulthood, Han Jiawang liked him the most in the village, lost his relatives when he was a child, and Wang Jiaming, whose mother remarried, was homeless, and Han Jiawang's home was his home.

Scenes from the past come to mind......

"Jia Ming, don't cry, the third uncle's home is your home."

"Jiaming, you have to fight for it, and the village will still be handed over to you young people in the future."

"Garmin is really amazing, with e-commerce, everyone's life is getting better and better......"

"Third uncle, I don't allow you to die......" Thinking of this, Wang Jiaming cried loudly.

Several villagers fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and one villager was still rolling on the ground with his right hand in his hands.

When the first shot rang out, Yu Beichuan had already rushed forward with a sword, and when several villagers fell, a man hiding in the corner of the wall and shooting, his head had been slashed into the air by his sword.

Yu Beichuan could even see the surprised and frightened look on his head very clearly.

"I'll kill you......" Wang Jiaming began to ram away, he picked up a flat-mouthed woodcutter and rushed forward.

"Bump," a bullet grazed his body, taking away one of Wang Jiaming's little fingers, he didn't look at it, the flat-mouth woodcutter kept flying, and kept slashing all the way.

A thin man had just emerged from the ruins with half of his head, and the flat-mouth woodcutter in Wang Jiaming's hand was slashed over, and half of the man's own skull was slashed away by Wang Jiaming.

The white brain pulp and blood splashed on Wang Jiaming's face, and he couldn't wipe it.

"Die!" A man of twenty, seven or eight years old, a homemade spear pierced his left arm, Wang Jiaming did not frown, and the flat-mouth woodcutter had already slashed straight down from the man's head.

The head was divided into two red and white splashes, and the flat-mouth woodcutter was stuck on the sternum, Wang Jiaming pulled it out forcefully and continued to slash.

No matter who it is, whether it is men, women or children, as long as there is a weapon in his hand, Wang Jiaming will not let go of all of them.

Yu Beichuan killed a few men with guns, and he never shot again, and the entire battlefield became a stage for Wang Jiaming to kill the enemy alone, until the edge of the Pingkou woodcutter rolled up.

The "retreat ......" sneak attackers were also slaughtered, and a scream rang out, and the rest of the people fled.

"Stop," Wang Jiashu was about to chase after him, and all the villagers were terrified.

Wang Jiaming, who is usually kind and angry, is like a killing god who came out of the blood bath at this time.

"Enough!" Yu Beichuan exclaimed, he was not afraid that the sneak attacker would die a lot, but found that Wang Jiaming had killed too many people and already had a tendency to fall into demons.

"You Tama De, labor and management killed you......" Wang Jiaming stared at his reddened eyes, holding a flat-mouthed woodcutter with a curly blade in one hand, and rushed towards Yubeichuan.

"Woo ......" Yu Beichuan kicked out and kicked his chin, and Wang Jiaming fell to the ground with a muffled snort.

"My lord......" For fear that Yu Beichuan would attack again, Li Yi ran over and sniffed, "I'm tired and faint." ”

He turned his head to the rest of the crowd, "The militia of the clan collects the guns and defends them, and the others take in the wounded." ”

In the battle just now, Li Yi had also seen blood, and an old man who attacked sneakily was smashed by him with a spade and smashed his head.

After a long period of training, at such times, he is much calmer than the average person.

Wang Jiaming had already woken up, and this time he didn't cry or vent anymore, just silently holding Han Jiawang's corpse alone, no matter who came to persuade him, he hugged it tightly and was unwilling to put it down.

After Wang Jiaming advanced to the enhancer, he himself would become even stronger, and even the time to wake up from a coma from injury was much faster than that of ordinary people.

"Jiaming, the festival mourns and changes ......" Li Yi stepped forward to enlighten a lot, Wang Jiaming was stunned and didn't say a word, didn't look at Li Yi, and had no effect.

Seeing Yu Beichuan coming over, Wang Jiaming glared at him viciously, it seems that he remembered the kick that Yu Beichuan kicked in the chin just now.

"Why can't you put it down?" Yu Beichuan was not afraid of him, walked over and looked at him calmly.

Wang Jiaming didn't squeak, he gritted his teeth, his fierce eyes stared at the front, looking like a lone wolf.

"Hehe, you don't know yourself? Your Uncle Han's death actually has a lot to do with you! Yu Beichuan reprimanded Wang Jiaming angrily.

"Nitamad ......" Wang Jiaming put down Han Jiawang's corpse, his eyes were blazing, his hands were clenched into fists, and the green tendons on his hands were exposed, looking like a volcano that was about to erupt.

He only dared to say half of the scolding, because he immediately saw Yu Beichuan's murderous eyes, and he didn't dare to scold again, otherwise he would scold, and Yu Beichuan would immediately send him to the West Heaven.

"There's a kind of scolding, a bad seed!" Yu Beichuan smiled coldly, he had seen too much of this kind of person.

"I'll you......" Wang Jiaming just wanted to say "uncle", Yu Beichuan had already kicked over, and by the way, he stepped on his body, Wang Jiaming struggled, and the more he moved, the tighter Yu Beichuan stepped on.

"I still don't admit it, I'm still not convinced, it's good, I'll just say a hypothesis, assuming that your strength is strong enough to protect them, then your Uncle Han will still die?"

Yu Beichuan didn't speak loudly, but it was very shocking, he was just stating matter-of-fact, Wang Jiaming had given up struggling, and the anger in his eyes slowly extinguished.

"Besides, the culprit is still at large, you don't want revenge, crying here like a mother-in-law, do you think it's funny?" Yubeichuan is fierce, and people don't give any face.

"I didn't cry!" Wang Jiaming hated and defended loudly, like a beast that devours people and eats people.

"This looks good, but there's an egg!" Yu Beichuan chuckled lightly, let go of his feet, Wang Jiaming stood up vigorously, and his eyes glared at Yu Beichuan.

"I can't beat you, if you want me to say, pinching you to death is like pinching a little ant to death!" Yu Beichuan sneered.

Wang Jiaming calmed down this time, people can't be resurrected after death, and it's not a way to be so decadent, at least ...... At least revenge first.

"My lord, what should I do?" Wang Jiaming knelt down and said in a hoarse voice.

"People die for the greatest, enter the soil for peace, the rivers and lakes are hot, become strong and then take revenge." Wang Jiaming is good, Yu Beichuan originally consciously wanted to cultivate him.

"If you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world! Uncle Han is gone, and you don't want more people to suffer a fate like Uncle Han. "Yubeichuan, when it comes to Wang Jiaming's heart.

"My lord, take me for revenge, my life will be yours in the future!" Wang Jiaming is not stupid, kill the group of sneak attackers, it is good to protect himself alone, and wanting revenge is undoubtedly a fantasy story.

The powerful Wang Jiaming of Yubeichuan knew in his heart, when he was trampled underfoot, he was also a promotion enhancer, and the powerful aura of Yubeichuan was like a mountain invisibly oppressing, and he could hardly breathe.

"Good!" Yu Beichuan was very simple, he didn't look at Wang Jiaming, he already knew this result.

Wang Jiaming is a talent that can be created, since he rushed up to kill the sneak attacker, Yu Beichuan has also been paying attention to his every move, that wave of killing intent and bravery, is a talent that no one can imitate.

His ferocity and brutality are like an explosion of silence in his veins, and this kind of person is gifted in his own right.

"No matter what, what kind of cultivation will be in the future, whether it is a murderer demon king or a savior, then this dog can be blamed for the end of the day!" Yu Beichuan sighed, ignored Wang Jiaming, and left by himself.

Behind him, there was a sound of digging, Wang Jiaming shed tears, and was digging the soil with the flat-mouth woodcutter that had been rolled up by killing people, and buried Han Jiawang.