A single lone sword, the ghost knife gang that killed was bleeding like a river, the heads were rolling, and there were no chickens and dogs left in the entire stronghold.

The whole process is a matter of ten minutes.

Ten minutes.

I'm afraid the officials of the Flying Eagle Division don't know what's going on here, let alone come to wash the floor. However, this is next to Nantang Rich Street, the long-term power outage on this street, and the gang members who fled before, will spread the news sooner or later, so Wu Mian seized the time and fulfilled his promise.

He said that two hundred and six bones in the two mongrels were to be shattered.

Before the siren of the Flying Eagle Division bus sounded, Wu Mourning's time for revenge was still very sufficient.

The first unlucky man was the burly man.

He received a chest piercing sword in the chest, and his limbs were discounted, if it weren't for the good physical fitness of the martial artist, I am afraid that he would have already gone to Yin Si to report for duty.

This breath was hanging, but it made Wu Mourning feel good.

The crisp sound of bones shattering and high-pitched screams mingled with the ghosts of the Infernal Hell, and it was hard to believe that human vocal cords could produce sounds similar to those found in a slaughterhouse.

It didn't take half a minute.

The burly man's vocal cords shouted hoarsely, and the beach of sweat mixed with blood flowed downward, seeing the appearance of weak qi, it was more qi and less qi in, and the whole body could barely maintain a human shape, but it gave people a soft feeling of minced flesh, which was enough to make people shudder.

For Wu Mourning.

With his strength, he wants to crush and burst the bones of the human body, and it is very easy without resistance.

No matter how miserable the burly man is, no matter how pitiful he begs for mercy, Wu Mourning's movements did not pause at all, like a cold machine strictly executing his every command, this ruthlessness frightened the ghost knife who was forced to watch, he felt that Wu Mourning was definitely a soldier who crawled out of a pile of dead people outside Zhuxia.

Those Zhuxia soldiers who came out of the pile of dead people were the most perfect killing weapons in the world.

Soon, as the backbone was completely shattered, and the hardest skull was smashed by the hilt of the sword, the strong man hissed unwillingly, and as soon as his head tilted, he died no longer dead.

Wu Mian stopped and stared at the person's corpse, as if he was feeling something.

"Your Excellency, killing people is just nodding, why is it so?"

I was really scared, and I didn't want to endure such torture before I died, so the ghost knife couldn't help but speak.

He really thought the murderer was a madman.

Come up and kill your whole family without saying a word, this attitude of not wanting to say a word seems so daunting now, and I didn't take the Ghost Knife Gang in my eyes from beginning to end.

"yes, why not?"

Wu Mian couldn't help but ask in a mocking tone when he heard this.

If the knife doesn't fall on him, he will never know what it feels like, he came over today and killed the whole family and slaughtered the gang without saying a word, in fact, it is the same as the ghost knife in terms of logic.

"As long as your fists are hard enough and your martial arts are strong enough, you can do whatever you want with those who are weaker than you."

This is typical gang thinking.

It is also the kind of thinking that Wu Mourning hates the most.

He is a puppet, usually content with the fireworks of simple and happy people, when he is an ordinary person and not a bump, but there are always people who think that good people should be pointed at guns, because tame can be harvested wantonly. It is precisely because there are many brutes with such thoughts that there will be people like Wu Mourning who are angry and show their anger.

"You can use this to suck blood, take it by skill, eat and drink spicy food, why don't you think about it, one day someone will be able to do whatever you want?"

"If Your Excellency is in charge of the people of Nantang, you say yes, that's it, but without the Ghost Knife Gang, it's still ......."

Trying to prolong his own survival, the Ghost Knife is ready to make some sense.

God is pitiful, when has he ever reasoned with others? If he were a reasonable person, he would not appear in Nantang, let alone beat up an ordinary person when his martial father spoke out.

Ghost Dao's words were interrupted coldly by Wu Mourning.

"No, I'm only here to kill you because I want to, just like I like to eat Beiwei roast duck."

Wu Mian condescendingly pinched his ten fingers, and suddenly made a crisp sound like popping beans, and he unconsciously smiled when he said this, looking very hideous and terrifying.

Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous intent arises.

Not to mention a powerful warrior?

A truly strong man will not be bound by a cage, and Wu Mourning has already broken the cage in his heart.

"Next, it's time to send you on your way."

"Wait, wait a minute, my master will ...... Ahh!!h ”

The wailing and screaming sounded again, and the sound echoed far away, so that the people who heard the sound in the whole street did not dare to raise their heads, and they did not dare to make a loud noise hidden in the house.

The ghost knife howled longer and was tortured for longer when Wu Mourning deliberately hung a breath. In the end, this breath-throated warrior was nailed to the main entrance of the central hall with a broken spear by Wu Mourning.

And Wu Mian deliberately waited.

There was nothing unusual after these people died, there were no ghosts, no ghosts, no ghosts, I can't tell if I was disappointed or relieved, Wu Mourning looked around the gang stronghold before leaving, found flammable materials and oil, and directly lit this gang stronghold with a fire.

With the forensic technology of this era.

The gang stronghold that was burned by a fire, if there are still traces of his martial mourning, then he will admit it. It's true that the Flying Eagle Division has capable people, but how could those capable people notice the demise of a town's gang?

Hide in the shadows.

Seeing that the gang stronghold finally ignited a raging fire, and when the Flying Eagle Division police lights flashed in the distance, Wu Mourning quietly erased the traces of his departing footsteps, and finally brushed off his clothes and disappeared into the darkness.

This night, many people in Nantang are destined to have sleepless nights.

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Lu Gong was a little restless all day today.

At today's dinner, what those people in Mingyue Academy said made this young man who was not a philistine enough or cheeky enough uncomfortable, so that he was still entangled after returning home after the party.

For him, with the prosperity of his father's business, he has come into contact with more and more people, especially those of the same age and similar family background.

There is a smell of eager intercourse in this circle.

Especially for the powerful of the family.

In fact, it can be understood that although their family is rich, it is far from being expensive, and it may be regarded as the number one person in this small place in Nantang, but it is not even a fart in Puhai, and it must be like this if you want to climb up.

Lu Gong inexplicably felt a trace of sadness.

I don't know if it's for myself, or someone else.

Just when he was upset, a knock on the door alarmed him, but he vaguely heard the voice of Wu Mourning coming from downstairs. In the middle of the night, why did Wu Mourning come to him?

Candlelight night talk?

Lu Gong went downstairs and opened the door with confusion.