Mo Fengwu's movements flowed smoothly, and a black dress shuttled through the blood mist, like a ghost.

The shattered corpses and wailing screams were shocking and creepy.

The messy ground has long since turned into a pool of blood.

The demon youth in charge of the auction was completely stupid at this moment.

Then it wasn't until a human head rolled to his feet that he jumped up in an instant.

"Come, come! Come on, someone, there's someone's making trouble——! ”

He screamed, and just as he fell, a laugh followed through the screams and wails.

"Huh...... All right! ”

The demon young man was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, he saw a black shadow with a knife, which flashed in front of him in an instant.

At a close distance, the four eyes are facing each other, and you can even see the shadow of yourself under the other person's eyes. At this time, only a wanton and lazy voice was heard, and it said in his ear bewitchingly:

"Remember to call a few more~!"

The words fell, and without waiting for the demon youth to come back to his senses, he saw the black shadow in front of him raise his hand without looking back, and cut off the head of a sneak attack demon behind him. The splatters of blood instantly sprayed him all over his face.

The killing continues.

After being baptized with blood for a moment, the impulse gradually calmed down.

The surviving crowd began to come back to their senses, and a flash of fear came to their eyes.

At this time, on the ground, except for the stump is a broken arm, there is almost no place to put your feet.

Seeing that the people around him began to slowly retreat, Mo Fengwu, who was standing in the center, waved the Tang knife in his hand, and a trace of blood splashed out along the blood tank.

The veil on his face was soaked with blood and became a little sticky.

Mo Fengwu raised his hand and tore off a handful of tulle that could hold blood, and threw it to the ground.

In an instant, a face full of ink marks and ghost lines was suddenly revealed.

“…… Ghost, ghost pattern?! ”

"It's a ghost...... She's a ghost! ”

In the crowd, someone couldn't help but shout.

It's Mo Fengwu, and I'm not annoyed when I hear it. Hooked lips and smiled, and a strange but bewildering smile instantly appeared on his blood-stained face. Then, in the next second, a vertical body drew a knife and slashed directly......

In this way, in the blink of an eye, the few remaining demon people in the auction hall also fell.

Mo Fengwu looked around, and then landed on the demon youth in a corner of the auction table.

It's the demon youth in charge of the auction.

At this time, he trembled, like a frightened quail.

Mo Fengwu tilted his head, then raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Boy, where is the person you called?" ”

The demon youth trembled and shook his head for a while.

"Tsk, it's not good...... But forget it, I'm hungry! ”

After the words fell, Mo Fengwu turned around and walked out, but as soon as he walked to the door, he saw a fat man with a group of strong men, standing at the door.

Mo Fengwu suddenly smiled.

"Yo, fatty, you're here too?"

This fat man is the stall owner who sold the Terran woman before. As the only seller in the ghost market who sells Terran slaves, the fat man's backstage is naturally hard. But now that he is in his own territory, he has been robbed of goods, how can he swallow this breath?

So as soon as Mo Fengwu left, the fat man immediately contacted his hands, and thought about going back to find a field. As a result, as soon as I pushed open the door, I saw someone inside on a killing spree......

Then, before he could react, someone turned around and came out of it.

The fat man's whole person was not good, especially since at this time his hands were still raised high, maintaining the action that he was about to give the order......