The chainsaw has stopped spinning, and Momoko and Mei are completely out of danger.

"Ahh

I turned around and ripped open my short sleeve and wiped it on my face a few times.

"Where's the knife?"

I staggered and looked back at Ji Canghai: "They are handed over to you."

"What are you doing?"

"A tooth for a tooth."

"Don't go!" Ji Canghai grabbed my arm: "This group of people is crazy!"

"Crazy?" I looked up at the second floor, "Then let's see who's crazier!"

The damage to the electric switch made the house completely hazy and dark, and it was difficult to see people's faces, but they could see people's shadows clearly.

Ji Canghai's people and Lao Huang's people belong to the uniform unity, and they are easier to distinguish in a dim environment.

I sprinted all the way up to the second floor, and the old yellow thug was holding a baseball bat and retreating backwards.

Well?

The man on the other side was not strong, he didn't have any murder weapon in his hand, and he was still bleeding from his head.

Obviously, he is already at a disadvantage, how can he force the professional thugs to retreat again and again.

I rushed forward in three or two steps, leaning sideways to join the fight.

I have no place to spread the evil fire in my belly now, and there is no mercy in my heart when I take out the sword.

The sharp blade slashed diagonally, and two fingers fell in response.

The thug behind me suddenly grabbed me: "Run!"

Run?

At the moment when I was stunned, the little thin man on the other side screamed and threw himself at me.

I don't understand why he's getting braver, but instinct tells me it's not a good thing.

I rolled over and kicked him in the chest, and he shook his body, immediately lost his balance, and fell straight down the second floor.

"Poof."

The moment he fell to the ground, it was like a plastic bag filled with water, and the whole person fell into a blur of flesh and blood.

In a matter of seconds, billowing green smoke rose from beneath him, followed by a pungent smell.

The clattering sound was incessant, and the torn flesh was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He has sulfuric acid in him!

Just now I wondered why he was able to force the thugs to retreat, but now it all makes sense.

This is a group of dead soldiers with sulfuric acid bottles strapped to their bodies, and they don't want to die at all!

The moment I figured it out, I suddenly felt a pang of fear.

"Boom."

Just then, a few more men with hideous expressions rushed towards me.

I was short, and the knife drew an arc on the ground, hitting the knees of the two men.

"Boom! Boom!"

The two men also rolled to the first floor, and I fixed my eyes to see that these two dead could not die anymore.

"! Don't fight hard! Go to the first floor!"

As I spoke, I had rushed into the crowd, and my sword fell with my hand, cutting wherever I caught.

Like headless flies, the group immediately gave up on the object of the attack, turned and ran towards me with teeth and claws.

They all have sulfuric acid bottles strapped to them, but if they are touched, I will definitely not be able to stand it.

Fortunately, there was such a group of masters present, I clamped down in front, and they sneaked up in the back, which greatly relieved my pressure.

Within a few minutes, most of the cultists had fallen to the first floor, and those who survived were also cut down.

I looked down the stairs and saw layers of corpses falling together, sulfuric acid corroding between the minced flesh, and a tofu brain-like paste slowly flowing from the skull and converging on the ground into a meandering pool of water.

The hell under the Nine Shadows, that's just it, right?

I flicked my wrist, but found that the mountain knife in my hand had a tendency to curl the blade.

"What about the werewolf hood? You're not dead, are you?"

That's right, what I'm most worried about now is that he will die so comfortably.

What I feel, he has to feel, and that's called retribution.

What I didn't expect was that the voice of the mysterious man sounded behind me.

"You haven't made me feel good, how can I die?"

When I looked back, we were no more than five meters apart.

I rushed over in three or two steps, punched him in the face, and raised my head and slammed a cannon into his face.

"You're very provocative!"

He didn't resist, and let me choke the back of his neck: "They have sulfuric acid on them, aren't you afraid that I have it on them?"

I took a slight step back and increased the strength of my hand a little more.

"Sulfuric acid, huh?"

I turned around and picked up a baseball bat from the ground and slammed it on his ankle, a bone crack bursting in my eardrums.

"Ahh

He lay on his side on the ground and moaned a few times, "Cool and cool, don't stop."