Under the flickering firelight, the dozen or so beads disappeared again.

Qi Yu felt someone clinging to his ear, and an almost inaudible whisper came into his ears.

"Charon is inside, you go first."

Is this using these people as bait Qi Yu remained silent and nodded to his partners everyone walked slowly towards the door of the post station with vigilance less than a hundred steps away from it felt like they had walked for a long time. When everyone got their weapons back when they passed through the weapon pile, Mark also gave Tu Fan a new battery but still gave it to Qi Yu, and Mark himself changed into Aite's disciple type, so as not to cause trouble again.

It was dark and long, and there was no crescent moon in sight, only the fire of the post station. The post people who were still crying and facing the lore just now saw the extremely strange and bloody scene just now, and now they all knelt on the ground and did not dare to move.

Qi Yu and the others were almost in front of the post station, and nothing else happened, and Aite was about to shake his hand to show surprise and lead the people who were waiting to be slaughtered to leave, when he heard a few long screams, cutting through the silence. The sound of wheels rolling in the darkness near the post station appeared, and two chariots appeared one after the other at the corner of the building, driving into the bright fire in front of the post station, and the intricately decorated chariot walls and horse harnesses shimmered in the sudden light and shadow.

On each of the chariots stood a war slave in splendid cloaks, standing with a spear, and at this moment he was staring at the miserable scene in front of him in such a daze that he forgot to speak. And the tall horse in front of the chariot still stepped unnoticed until it reached the front of the inn. Seeing the carriage appear, the people who were about to flee knelt down again.

Engraving, carving, carving, carving.

The door of the inn opened, and a poignant and delicate female voice was heard. Two rows of field guards lined up on either side of the chariot without squinting, standing silently, oblivious to the scene in the field.

The two war slaves hurriedly jumped out of the chariot, as if they were very frightened, and stood closely next to the guards, glancing at Qi Yu's side from time to time, their eyes glazed.

As the weeping and pleading female voices grew louder and louder, a tall, white figure appeared at the door. The man was wearing armor in the style of a battlefield guard, with his upper body exposed, some of his burnt yellow hair neatly coiled high, wrapped in black silk, his face and cheeks painted with white bear pattern war ornaments, and his deep sunken eye sockets stared directly at Qi Yu's group of people, and a crying and gorgeous woman who was desperately struggling was tightly clasped in his hand.

Seeing the woman's weeping and struggling in the man's hand, Aite was stunned, and he raised his spear and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Mark. Mark shook his head solemnly at Aite, and whispered to Qi Yu: "That's Charon, he not only controls the battlefield guards of the Western Kingdom, but he is also a brave kingdom warrior. You have to be careful! ”

Qi Yu nodded, the matter has come to this point, and he can't figure out his own situation, that is looking for death.

Stopping at the foot, Qi Yu stopped everyone with his arms and walked forward, and after saluting according to the etiquette of the tribe, he said loudly to Nacharon: "Eastern Kingdom, Nemo of the Bu Xiaode tribe, I have seen the honorable kingdom treasurer, Lord Charon, greetings to you. ”

Charon didn't see Qi Yu who stood up at all, and he also turned a deaf ear to the cross-border behavior that Qi Yu secretly mentioned in his words, and just threw the woman in his hand outside, and before the woman could get up, the guards on both sides tied the woman tightly, stuffed a cloth in her mouth, and threw her into one of the carriages.

Qi Yu didn't get angry, and still asked aloud: "Lord Charon." I wonder if these stationalists have offended you. If I could, I would like to exchange all my treasures for your understanding, and ask me to dispel your anger and show the kingdom's mercy. ”

Charon only glanced at Qi Yu with the gloomy gaze at this time, and then exchanged a few words with the Praetorian Guard, Qi Yu vaguely heard the words Heaven's Choice, the coffin, and the queen's presence, after the two communicated, Charon ignored everyone anymore, and got into the carriage in front of him, and galloped away with half of the Praetorian Guards.

It's just that Qi Yu saw that behind the chariot, more than a dozen beads did not fall behind, and followed closely in the blind spot of the carriage guards, so he was relieved. With that killing god, Qi Yu didn't worry about the captured woman in the carriage, but could concentrate on dealing with the matter in front of him.

The janissary who was talking to Charon just now walked up to Qi Yu after watching Charon leave.

"We adults don't care where you come from or who you are. You will slay so many warriors and guards of the kingdom without judgment, but with death. ”

"Just if there is enough value in atonement. Lord Charon is willing to give you an easy and dignified death, so that you can meet the great Anubis God of Death sooner! Of course, if you accept it honestly, we Lord Charon will not pursue your ...... The responsibility of the Buode tribe. ”

"You, how to choose."

Qi Yu pondered for a while, nodded to the janissary in front of him, and said, "Thank you, Lord Charon, for your mercy. Our belongings are still in the back car, and they didn't come with us, so please go and get them with me. ”

"My companion is right here. I'll go alone, and you can rest assured. ”

Before the words fell, the janissary picked up the disciple and put it on Qi Yu's shoulder, pushing Qi Yu back to the road, scolding and obviously impatient: "Then hurry up and take us there." ”

The guards didn't take off Qi Yu's weapons, they just spread out, holding the disciples on guard without letting go for a moment. This is not to give Qi Yu their dignity, but in addition to Qi Yu and the same Tu Fan and disciples, these guards are even more afraid that disarming will stimulate the emotions of Qi Yu and his gang, in case Qi Yu and these people no longer care about the affairs of the post station, and turn their faces and die with them, it will not be cost-effective. What's more, Qi Yu said that there are still a lot of belongings and materials behind.

When you have it, I'll serve you again, and the janissary guard who walked behind Qi Yu showed a hideous smile in his face armor.

Come with me, the goods you want are right ahead, but I want to go to the god of death of Anubis and the great Lord Charon to get them! Qi Yu also showed an unclear smile in front.

Leaving two guards to guard Mark and them, the remaining guards spread out and followed Qi Yu the way he had come.

On the way, the blood of the former war slaves and janissaries gathered into a small pond, exuding a pungent smell of fish, reminding people of the mysterious killing not long ago. It's just that the people passing by don't care in the slightest about what happens.

With a snap, several guards spread out, escorting Qi Yu past the pool of blood, but unexpectedly, Qi Yu jumped and rolled and flashed to the side.

"Sapretz!"

Qi Yu smiled and said a strange word, twisted Tu Fan in his hand a few times, and then dismantled it in an instant, wrapped his right hand with clothes, and pressed the second half of Tu Fan into a pool of blood!

God forbid! As I wished!

Qi Yu was yelling desperately in his heart!

In the following moments, many things happened that were incomprehensible to those who were watching the scene.

A large area of blood-red steam, like the vapor of a boiling pot, suddenly rose from the place where Tu Fan touched the pool of blood.

Silver-white flames burned and jumped in the blood-red steam.

The flickering and dazzling white snake shuttled through the pool of blood, pounced on the stunned guards standing in the pool of blood.

Those white snakes flashed countless sparks, and in the blink of an eye, they were all over their bodies.

The whole pool of blood burned, and countless flames erupted from the cracks of their tight armor among the guards standing inside.

In the last scene of that moment, the disciples in the hands of the Praetorian Guard bloomed with even more dazzling light, and the huge silver fire ball exploded with a piercing roar and a four-shot steel needle, shining an entire post station!