When Devil Cry raised his head, the third person was already in front of him, and the tip of the sharp knife in his hand was no more than two fingers from Devil Cry's chest.

However, even this distance can't be pierced no matter what.

The long hilt of the knife hit his lower ribs, and with a pained look on his face, he staggered back against his wounds, stepped on a pool of blood, and fell to the ground.

The last person rushed over, but saw the pair of narrow and narrow eyes of Ghost Cry suddenly opened, and his heart twitched, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

It was as if he saw mountains of corpses in those eyes, and the surrounding scene was distorted.

And the ghost cried in his eyes, turned into a coiled python, opened its bloody mouth, and roared.

All around, countless ghosts swarmed up.

Under his feet, a viscous, red blood and black earth, formed a swamp, and he sank deeper and deeper!

"Ahh

The crisp and rapid ringing stopped.

All around, there was silence.

The sound of a rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing mixed together, and the air in the entire casino became unusually cloudy.

Finally, the wailing stopped.

The thug holding the entrails fell straight to the ground with a muffled thud.

The wind stops!

The dust lifts off the ground and dances in the slanting sunlight.

Beads of blood slid across the smooth blades and dripped to the ground, clanging.

Ghost Cry bent down, ripped off a piece of cloth from a corpse, wrapped it around the knife, and brushed it hard.

Where this rag passed, the snow was bright, and the light was recognizable.

Ghost Cry casually threw away the blood-stained broken steps, carried the long knife on his shoulder, and tilted his head with a smile on his face: "Come back?"

No one dared to come near again.

They are gangsters, and they are talking about licking blood from the knife edge, but how can anyone spare their lives.

Seeing so many brothers being cut to the ground by this guy in front of him like chopping melons and vegetables, his heart was cold, where did he dare to come up.

"Kill him, and reward him with 10 taels of silver!"

Is 10 taels too much? That's a lot.

Generally, Sister Kiln is only ten wen at a time.

The last time I was in the Qinglou, I was looking for a girl, having a meal, listening to a song, and getting a good night's sleep, and it was generally not more than one or two.

Running to the countryside, buying a house and land, not to mention being a small landlord, but getting a family business to make a living is enough.

Go to business, this is the capital, open a small shop, marry an ugly daughter-in-law, and live for a lifetime.

With this money, they don't have to lick the blood from the knife, they can wash their hands in gold.

The temptation is great.

However, no one dared to go on it.

Cold sweat, big big pieces rolling down.

The steward watched the ghost cry step by step, obviously there were more than a dozen brothers around him, but he didn't feel safe, and he was very scared.

Sure enough, his instincts were right. Looking, the ghost cried step by step. The brothers beside him, step by step, retreated and exposed him.

He wanted to run too, but his legs went limp.

Devil Cry's narrow eyes stared at him, like a mouse stared at by a snake.

Unable to move, he froze in place, pale and trembling, like a lamb to the slaughter.

He had heard a legend that those real masters, after killing hundreds of people and thousands of people, would have a murderous aura.

As long as this kind of master glares at you, he can make you unable to move, and he will cut you to the ground like chopping melons and vegetables.

As long as you roar, you will be frightened and bleed to death.

He always thought it was fake.

But now, he believes, there is really murder in this world. In fact, where is this murderous aura, everyone who knows knows it, this is called demonic aura.

The demonic aura of ghost crying can make people hallucinate and arouse fear in their hearts.

However, this requires a foundation.

He came here and started scaring off three bookmakers with three trips.

The first one, knowing Ghost Cry, has a little foundation, but this foundation is not enough, so Ghost Cry has increased his demonic energy, and he is brutal with the method of the eye sword.

As a result, he succeeded, but he was not comfortable, his eyes were sore, and his brain was swollen.

The second time, because the first bookmaker and the second bookmaker had a shadow in their hearts, it was a little easier.

The third time, with the first two bookmakers as a base, it was much easier.

Even so, Ghost Cry is like an ordinary person who hasn't slept for a day and a night, with eyelids fighting and stinging brains.

Later, in front of these people, he killed several people in a row, wrapped in a bloody storm.

It is much easier to arouse the fear in their hearts, the consumption is less, but the effect is stronger.

Before he knew it, Ghost Cry came to the steward and gently patted him on the shoulder.

As soon as the steward's legs went limp, he fell to the ground.

His throat was dry, his tongue was straight, and his voice was muffled begging for mercy: "Don't, don't kill me......"

Seeing him like that, Ghost Cry squatted down and showed a smile that he thought was kind: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." ”

However, his self-confessed kind smile became the smile of an evil ghost in the eyes of the steward, revealing his bright teeth, which made his heart even colder.

"No...... Other...... Please......" The steward's mournful howl echoed through the casino, and suddenly, a group of thugs felt that there was a dark wind circling in the entire casino, and they felt a chill in their backs.

Ghost Cry frowned, he didn't expect this person in charge to be so timid, he was actually frightened, and it seemed that he couldn't recover for a while.

I couldn't help but stand up in disappointment and looked at the thugs around me: "You guys, who can call the shots." ”

The thugs looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Just when the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence, the door was kicked open: "Who is making trouble here!"

I saw a lean man break in, and behind him, a group of men with big shoulders and round waists also rushed in.

These people, all of them carrying knives, look more intimidating than the bull-eared knives of these thugs.

This lean man is none other than the owner of this casino, Uncle Liu's godson, Liu Xiaodao, the first thug of the Yinshan Gang, known as Brother Xiaodao.

At the first glance, Brother Xiaodao saw several people lying on the ground, as well as blood stains flying everywhere.

At second glance, I saw a group of gangs who were forced into the corner by the ghost crying like quails.

"Are you making trouble?" Brother Knife picked up two knives and staggered to Ghost Cry.

A group of strong men followed, showing the knives in their hands, which were bright and deterrent.

This group of strong men is the elite of the gang, and they are naturally much more powerful than these thugs.

There are not many people, 20 people, but they are the confidence of Brother Xiaodao.

With these 20 people, even if he was made dumplings by a hundred people, he was sure to kill them.

However, the ghost cry did not take these 20 people in his eyes.

These 20 people are not weak, and with their physical fitness alone, they are enough to be a sergeant in the army.

In the army, the armor is the elite, referring to those infantry in iron armor.

In this narrow place, blocked by 20 armor soldiers, the first thing Devil May Cry thought about was not fighting, but retreating, unable to retreat, he would think about fighting, today is a battle and not a death match, but looking for an opportunity to escape in the battle.

The 20 armor warriors cooperate with each other, and Devil Cry in a narrow place is no opponent.

However, only the physical fitness of these 20 gang elites can be compared, and the rest, whether it is the sharpness, skilled skills, mutual cooperation, or excellent equipment on their bodies, they don't have them.

Without that, playing with ghosts and crying is a joke.