This pig-killing cry instantly heated my brain.

When I turned around, I saw the fat woman who was as fat as a pig struggling to run towards the living quarters on the right—it was a long half-open hall, with many doors and few people, but there were still some guards gathering and chatting, and on the table not far from them, there were spears and short bows. We had been invisible under the cover of Sherry before, but now we were suddenly exposed to the sun, and we became the focus of attention in the eyes of these guards and the patrols who had just ignored us.

Misstep, what a mistake!

We only thought that our fellow inmates were all suffering people who had been captured by Sakurang, but we did not expect that there were still imprisoned remnants of the defeated party in the internal struggle of the organization. If we had known her identity, why should we be afraid of an extra life in our hands? It's a pity that the chess game is missing, and being shouted by the fat woman like this, Xue Rui is unsustainable, and all the advantages are immediately gone, and we are about to fall into a heavy siege.

What awaits us here is a place from which there will be no return.

In an instant, we figured out the reason, and without waiting for a greeting, the one-eyed man took a few steps forward, like a galloping horse, and after taking off into the air, he instantly kicked three kicks, all of which hit the fat woman who was screaming. The more than 400 catties of good meat did not say a word, and slammed into the wall, with her as the center, the wall appeared a net-like crack, and the sand fell down.

By this time, we had been exposed, and people were rushing towards us from all directions.

But these people are just ordinary tribal warriors, those black-robed wizards who worry us, but they are high-level people who don't need to be sentry. The Japanese kid rushed forward frantically, his three paper-like magic hands falling with knives, cutting off the bodies of several people one after another, and then his movements slowed down. And several people next to them also showed their skills, all of them were able to fight, especially the two black and thin Muay Thai masters, punches, kicks, knees, elbows, mouth bites, fierce and fierce fighting style, no taboos, like a tiger out of the cage, for a while also had the upper hand.

Rushing to the intersection, Kato Haraji wanted to rush up the stairs in a hurry, but Xue Rui pulled me to the left, although I didn't know, but I also knew that there must be a reason for the road, so I followed closely. Sure enough, we didn't run for more than ten seconds when we heard a beast-like roar behind us, and a huge wave of qi spread rapidly, making my head rise, and then I saw the Japanese boy and the old monk, and a few of them, fleeing towards us in embarrassment.

What is it? I didn't have time to think, because three dangerous enemies had already appeared in front of me.

These were three short men, dressed in a black cage base with a wide leather belt around their waists. Their upper bodies, showing strong lumpy muscles, looked almost like humanoid tanks with extremely low chassis, their eyes were sharp and flamboyant, and they stood domineeringly outside a gate that could be used for driving, and behind this gate was the weapon and ammunition depot that Xue Rui had just mentioned.

The years of devastation, those World War II Japanese ammunition is afraid that it has long been emptied, but these three gatekeepers are fierce and tight, as soon as I approached, I ushered in a jump and horizontal kick, before the person arrived, the air "snapped" and exploded. Such strength made me more and more ruthless in my heart to fight back - in terms of technical boxing, I am less than one-tenth of these people, but I am armed with a golden silkworm Gu, and I admit that I am not inferior to such a master with observation and agility, let it go, who is afraid of whom?

I twisted my hips to dodge the powerful leg swing, and my right hand was half clung like a chicken claw, swinging downwards like a whip to the crotch of his pants.

The battle of life and death, not afraid of losing face. I used eight points of force in this draw, and if I hit, this person will inevitably die.

Unfortunately, my poisonous method didn't work, the man put his legs together, his muscles straightened, and he actually clamped my right hand tightly on his thigh, and he couldn't move. Another gatekeeper next to me struck out and slammed his fists into my head. I gritted my teeth and lifted my opponent "Ruda Pulling Willow" up in the air to block this lore. However, the guy in the air freed his hands and immediately turned his hands into claws and slammed them into my face.

These are all things that happened in a moment, and for a moment, it was very dangerous.

At this moment, two black shadows flew beside me, taking the attack of the two gatekeepers, and the weight of my hands suddenly lightened, and then the blood sprayed out like a waterfall. I threw the lower half of my body towards the gate, but it was the Japanese kid's paper god who slashed the fierce gatekeeper - in terms of force, they were all powerful characters, but when they encountered the Shikikami, they were as fragile as paper.

After all, they chose the wrong object and the wrong battlefield.

The Japanese kid staggered past me, shouted and went straight to the door.

I looked back and saw that Sherry had just been nimble and fled, and she was not injured, and she ran forward. The two gatekeepers, one of whom was beaten into a sack by a one-armed man's stormy one-legged kick, while the other was broken by the one-eyed man, who then grabbed him and threw him backwards. I rushed through the iron door of the storeroom, and saw several corpses lying in the doorway. Looking up, the British photographer was licking the plasma on his sharp nails with his tongue, his expression indifferent. Looking at his bright red tongue writhing like a viper, I felt a chill chill chill behind me.

What a master! What a high efficiency!

I tried my best to resist the enemy, but these guys took a few pictures of it, and they turned it over. If it weren't for the mystery of not being poisoned, I don't know what place I could have in their hearts. Without the Golden Silkworm Gu, everyone here is ten or a hundred times better than me, and they are all heroes for a while. But I'm not discouraged, and I've changed since the summer of '07.

Sooner or later, I'll be even better than them.

As soon as I stepped through the iron gate, Kato Haraji shouted, and several people worked together to close the gate. The gears turned, and just as we fastened the gate, there was a huge impact on the door, and there was a loud bang. This gate was built according to the standards of war, because it was built very strong and strong to prevent the enemy from seizing, but it was also convenient for us.

I asked Kato, who was surprised, and he let out a sigh and said that he was a terrifying giant......

He didn't say much, but looked at the vast space that was as wide as a basketball court, and said to look around to see if there was a way out, or an enemy. Then I remembered to look at the storehouse in which we were: and, as I had imagined, there were no munitions and ammunition under the roof of the dome, but a large number of lumber, grain sacks, and barrels—all concentrated in the area to my left, and in more places there was darkness because there were only a few oil lamps on the porch.

Xue Rui's eyes were very powerful, and he stretched out his hand and said that there were people there, and we looked up, only to see that on the east side of the warehouse, there was indeed a small room embedded in the mountain wall, and the door was hidden, and a little light was revealed.

Almost as if they had heard the order, the two Muay Thai masters rushed into the room before the door closed. A few of us also chased after him, and as I ran, I saw that the old monk in front of me, Batong, whose robe was as tattered as a tablecloth, suddenly revealed an image that I was very familiar with: monks generally do not have tattoos except for the scars on the top of their heads. And I saw a black spider that appeared under Baton's left rib.

Before we had time to think about it, we had rushed to this room, only to see that four old monks in this black robe were already lying on the ground, blood flowing for a long time, while the two initiators were standing in front of a large pool, in a daze. This is a small hall of the Buddhist hall with a very religious color, and there are Buddhist altars, Sumeru altars, flags, covers, prayer buildings, lamps, incense, incense burners, incense burners, and a huge stone tripod in a hundred square spaces.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the pool in the middle.

It was a ten-meter-square deep pool, level with the ground, and four futons sat in front of it, and from the position of the four old monks who died, one could imagine that they had just been praying here and chanting sutras, and then they were decisively killed by Muay Thai fighters - these two bastards, don't you know the importance of keeping your mouth alive? I was a little annoyed, and I walked in through the doorway, and looked at the old monk lying at my feet, his skin like dead wood bark, and his hair and beard were all snow-white.

He was not dead, his mouth was like a crab, he kept spitting blood foaming bubbles, and his godless eyes looked at us.

Then, with one foot on his slender neck, he was finally dead. Kato Haraji looked back at me, smiled coldly, and said Don't think they deserve sympathy, remember that as long as the people here are not innocent. I lowered my head and ignored this guy, Xue Rui pulled me and said, "Brother Lu Zuo, that pool is too terrifying, and the resentment is too heavy, let's get out of here, otherwise there will be a disaster......"

I was stunned, took two steps forward and almost threw up.

The liquid in this pool is not the water I imagined, but viscous blood, and I don't feel it when I am far away, but when I take a few steps closer, I can smell a very strong smell of blood, and I choke my nose to the extreme, no wonder the expressions of several of them are so strange. And what disgusted me was that there was not only blood in this pool, but also many human limbs, beautiful women's heads, slender and white legs, and hands folded together in the tumbling water......

Where is this a Buddha hall, this is obviously a Shura hell.

The one-armed man was not taboo, and reached out to the pool of blood to fish out a sticky left hand, and then put it on his missing arm, smiled, and threw it back into the pool of blood, splashing blood all over the ground, causing his companion to scold his mother, and he laughed loudly; The old monk rested one palm on his chest and silently recited the scriptures; However, the British photographer Wilgangro was so calm that he even had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Bang, bang, bang......

At this time, there was a loud knock on the door outside, each more violently than the other. We didn't dare to stay any longer, so we hurried out the door, only to see several huge fist prints on the heavy metal door of the storeroom.

This ...... Can't it last long?