"Hey...... Hey......"

The short, thick man picked up a bulging bag of marijuana in both hands, lifted it above his head with all his might, and threw it up into the carriage. The carriage was large enough to hold a dozen of these bags of marijuana.

"The last two bags!

The boss-like man waved the horsewhip in his hand and turned his head to shout to a few of the guys who were passing through the door. He was dressed in a thick cotton robe, a wide felt hat, and a mask on his face, with only two dark purple eyes exposed.

Two more guys came out of the door. The two of them carried a larger sack together, panting as they dragged the sack into the carriage. These two guys were a little taller than the previous one, but they were much thinner.

At the moment when the two of them loaded the sack, the short guy who looked like a black briquette, took out another hemp bag from the store. As soon as he bent down, lifted his legs, and exerted his arms, he threw the sack into the carriage. This sack was heavier than the previous two sacks, and it made a "pop" in the carriage. The two horses pulling the cart each barked.

"Lightly!" the boss reproached the short fellow with some dissatisfaction.

A thin man dressed as a bookkeeper walked downstairs, walked quickly to the door, and stood beside the boss. Three men, one man and two women, followed him.

"Boss, everything is here. It's time for us to go. ”

"Hmm. ”

The boss took a package from the bookkeeper, squeezed it with his hand, nodded, and carried it on his back. He walked to the door, stretched out his hands, closed the door, and took out two locks, one large and one small, from the pocket of his cotton robe, and locked the door of the small shop tightly.

Several men got into the back of the carriage one after another. The boss raised his head, looked to the left and right sides of the street, made sure there was no one around, and then slowly walked forward and got into the front compartment. The carriage of this carriage was divided into two parts by a partition, the first half of which was occupied by people and the latter half by loading.

"Drive!"

Sven's bookkeeper, who looked like a teacher, sat at the front of the carriage, waved the whip in his hand, and began to drive the carriage. The two horses began to run at the same time, and they ran very fast, and in a short time they ran out of the street.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the surrounding scenery began to blur. In just a few breaths, the hoof prints of the horses and the ruts of the wheels were covered again with countless snowflakes as large as the palms of a baby's hands. Every house on both sides of the street gradually became blurred, whether it was a black-gray stone house or a blue-gray brick house, all of them gradually changed to a cloudy gray-white color. Even the figures of pedestrians gradually blurred, as if they were completely blended into the snow.

The bookkeeper didn't realize anything was wrong, but kept waving his whip to make the two horses run faster. He swung his whip quickly, each with a vigorous swing.

"Wait!Stop!" suddenly shouted the boss in the carriage.

"Phew—"

The bookkeeper immediately put down his whip, raised his hands aloft, and at the same time took hold of the reins of the two horses. His arm strength was so great that it didn't match his seemingly thin frame at all. Both horses neighed, stopped, and nearly slipped.

The boss pushed open the door of the front compartment and got out of the compartment. A thick wave of water-attribute spiritual power emerged from him, enveloping the entire carriage like a whirlpool. This water-attribute spiritual power fluctuation is dark green, mixed with a hint of dark yellow, which looks like some kind of venom or poisonous juice.

"How...... What's going on? It's ......" The bookkeeper just reacted, his hands grasping the reins of the two horses, his mouth wide open nervously, his eyes dripping back and forth. A faint layer of ice mist also appeared on his body, but the strength of his spiritual power was much weaker than that of the boss around him.

The whole street, all the houses and pedestrians, all disappeared in the snow and mist. And the snow fog has become no longer like snow fog, from pure white to gray white, blending with the sky above and the ground under your feet. The whole heaven and earth seemed to turn into an incomparably huge gray-white sphere, enveloping the entire carriage and the people inside.

"It's an enchantment! all come out!" the boss roared, turning over and jumping out of the carriage. Three spirit circles mixed with dark blue and dark green appeared on him, releasing a circle of ripple-like spiritual power fluctuations.

All but two female fellows jumped out of the carriage from the back carriage and walked briskly around the two horses, enclosing the bookkeeper in the middle. At least two spirit rings appeared on each of the guys. Several spiritual power fluctuations condensed together and formed a whole. The entire mass of spiritual power fluctuated, releasing a powerful evil aura. The evil aura spread around the carriage, only to make the gray-white mist a little deeper.

"Who?" the boss snorted.

No one answered him. There was silence throughout the barrier, and there was not even a single response.

The short, dark-skinned guy clenched his fists and kept bumping against the pair of black gloves on his fists. His eyes were bloodshot, like a wolf seeing its prey.

The boss ripped off the mask, lowered his head, leaned forward, and released a blue-gray long stick. The expression on his face became more and more ugly and distorted. He could sense that this enchantment contained two spiritual power elements, ice and nothingness, and its strength was at least equivalent to the peak of the fourth order. This means that it was released by at least two or more spirit masters who had cultivated no lower than the fourth order. What's even more terrifying is that this enchantment can't see the weakness at all, let alone the end, like the walls of some big cities, it is so integrated that he can't find a flaw for a while.

The bookkeeper released a white spell and said something from his mouth. Several circles of ancient words condensed by spiritual power flew out from each spell, fluttering in several different directions. After a few seconds, he closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and pointed his right index finger in front of his left with his right index finger. Several vague white figures appeared in an instant.

"Attack!" the boss roared, waved his long stick, and strode forward. Three men followed him to the left and right. Only one male guy remained with the bookkeeper.

The four men made four attacks from the left and right sides. Each of the four attacks hit a white figure. The four sandbag-like white figures cracked in an instant, making four loud explosions.

"Boom!" a louder explosion suddenly sounded from behind the four people. An incomparably powerful column of gray-white air burst out from under the carriage, blasting the entire carriage into the sky. Both horses were blown in two, and blood splattered everywhere. The whole carriage was broken into numerous pieces of wood and iron, and all the sacks flew in all directions. The two female guys were blown in two directions and fell directly to the ground, unconscious.

The boss was shocked, roared again, and raised the long stick in his hand. But before he could say anything or make any moves, he saw the account room behind him being dragged into the ground by a large gray-white hand completely condensed by spiritual power, and disappeared. At the same time, the male man who was standing next to the account room was slapped out by another identical gray-white hand, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Ahh

The dark-skinned short guy roared angrily, his two eye sockets completely swelled into blood red, and his legs kicked hard, and the whole person jumped into the air and smashed the ground under his feet with a fist. He smashed a black crack in the ground, but the next second it closed again. Then, a wave of gray-white spiritual power like a fountain gushed out from the position he had just smashed and engulfed him. It only took a few breaths before he disappeared into the space with the bookkeeper.

The boss panicked. He gasped for breath and waved his hand to the two remaining tall men to stand beside him. Two tall men, one carrying a red tassel gun and the other holding a nine-tooth nail rake, stood behind the boss on the left and right. The three of them stand back to back in a triangle.

Rows and rows of figures emerged from the gray-white mist. These figures are all just vague figures, with no facial features on their faces and no hair on their heads, and they look like puppets one after another. Hundreds of life-size white golems formed several large circles, and circled around the three bosses. The steps of each puppet were the same, without any footsteps, and every time they took a step forward, the spiritual power fluctuations and oppression on their bodies became a little stronger.

The boss and the two guys didn't dare to attack easily, but just clenched the martial spirit in their hands. Even those two tall guys could see that these humanoid puppets could cause an explosion at any time, or their spiritual power would backfire, or ...... Something else more terrifying. On top of that, your own random attacks can also be consumed by this barrier and converted into energy for counterattacks...... The makers of this spiritual enchantment must be extremely skilled......

Minutes and seconds passed. The front row of golems was less than five paces away from the boss three. The three of them felt the cold aura released from their bodies at the same time, as well as the growing oppressive force. More and more humanoid golems are coming out of the fog, almost filling the entire space.

"Attack!"

The boss yelled and rushed straight forward. He danced the blue-gray stick so well that he could break a puppet with an average stick, and in a few moments he was able to make a way out of the group of puppets. The two men also followed closely behind the boss, wielding a nine-toothed rake and stabbing out the red tassel gun. Each puppet is like papier-mâché, shattering at the touch and breaking at the poke.

The three of them were red-eyed at the same time and ran all the way straight ahead. There are more and more puppets destroyed under their hands. Each of the golems did not fight back at all, but simply came forward to surround them from all directions