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There was a boulder standing between the Hidden Grass and the Swirling Flowers, and a big man with ringed eyes walked forward slowly, jumped onto the boulder, as if standing guard, overlooking the wasteland. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was an empty space in front of me, and when I looked back, everything looked exactly the same, and there was island vegetation growing wildly everywhere.

They hadn't gone far, and he realized he couldn't tell where they had come.

He looked into the ravine beneath the boulder, where a narrow-faced man with a knife knelt beside a dead grey man and cut off the deceased's head with a single sword. The head and eyes were wide open, and he couldn't blink to death.

The other three were doing the same, grabbing their hair and throwing their heads together, with a corpse waiting to be disposed of behind them.

Blood was splattered everywhere on the ground.

It's not a killing spree, it's just the beginning.

Seeing the devastation after the massacre, he mourned, although most of the people here were killed by themselves, but watching them fall apart still made him feel that these people were really pitiful, completely used as cannon fodder.

The ring-eyed man jumped down from the boulder, and asked as he went, "Why are you only chasing these gray men to kill?" He was not in a group with the four people in front of him, but when he was passing by, he kindly helped out.

The Grey Man had no wooden plaque on him, and he had to cut off his head and transport it back to keep it counted. In his opinion, this is too much effort and more than worth the loss.

Among the three, there is a short man who is very fat, dignified and ugly, he seems to be chopping a winter melon, and he slashes the knife on a head, haha laughed: "Good question, a few brothers are just a little brute force in the 'Quarrying Gang', if it weren't for Brother Tai's shot, these people are enough for us to kill for a while, we don't think about the treasures on the island, we can get a final prize with a few brands, and it is better than last year's harvest." ”

He was just about to make his way through these creepy corpses when one of them suddenly groaned.

He stopped, waved his arm a few times, and saw the corpse pile on the top floor, and the fragments of the stump were flying. When he stopped his movements and shook his arms, he could see that his arms were covered with iron hoops, and there were two sharp knives embedded in them. ”

The narrow-faced man also came over and helped him rummage twice in the bloody corpse. Eventually, they discovered that the moaning came from a gray man who was not dead.

A fatal knife in the face, brushing his sideburns, cut off his cheeks, shaved off his ears, and bled all over his face, looking terrifying.

"Hey, it's a big one. The narrow-faced man was just about to raise the knife in his hand, "Lao Tzu will give you another ride." ”

The gray man struggled and said, "Spare your life...... I know ......"

"Wait, what does he say?" said Wang.

"I know...... Wood...... Brand...... Iron...... Iron Sign......" said the Gray Man weakly, "they were hiding nearby...... I'll take you to the cave, spare ...... Spare me. ”

Wang Li really listened to it for a long time before he understood the meaning of this sentence.

Iron brand. That's what he's really aiming for.

He thought about it, and said to the narrow-faced man: "In the next time to participate in the island seizure conference, I am not familiar with the road on Xiaoshan Island, why don't you go with me, I have the iron brand, and we will divide the wooden brand in half, what do you think?"

"This ......," the narrow-faced man said, "let me and my brothers discuss it." ”

Wang Li nodded, the narrow-faced man snapped his fingers, and several people gathered together and whispered.

Glancing at a few people from the Quarrying Gang, but seeing that the more they talked, the more noisy they became, and the more they talked, the more happy they became, and now Wang Li felt that things could go as he wished, and go where he wanted to go.

The narrow-faced man walked over and asked, "Do you want to go, but you already have it......" He squinted at the pile of corpses, "It's a little ...... A little reluctant!"

Wang Liden untied the back pocket behind him, took out a whole string of wooden cards from it, stroked off seven or eight with his big hand, and went towards the narrow-faced man, "It's all done!"

The narrow-faced man then laughed and said, "Big brother takes care of my brothers so much, and my brothers will go with you!"

"Very good," Wang Li pointed to the gray man, "we need to get something to bandage his wounds." ”

The narrow-faced man tore a strip of cloth from the other corpses and wrapped it around the gray man's head, and finally survived, and they didn't want him to bleed to death. When he was done, he grabbed the gray man's arm, pushed forward, and said, "Lead the way!"

The Greys staggered forward, and they followed closely behind.

"Damn!" a man exclaimed.

Except for the gray man, everyone turned around, and the narrow-faced man asked, "What's the matter?"

", my leg is punctured by grass!"

The narrow-faced man looked at the ground, and a few steps away there was a large thistle and castor beans growing among the rubble, "Can you not be as delicate as your mother-in-law?" ”

The man bit his lip to prevent himself from screaming and scolding, and pulled out a few castor beans that were tied to his pants. He stood up and followed his teammates who had left him behind, the skin of his leg still tingling and tingling, and it always felt like something was stuck in the flesh.

After a while, the ground beneath their feet became drier and drier, and there were thick grains of sand mixed with the rustling of the road, and on both sides of the road grew thorns taller than men, and the branches were as thick as the arms of a child, and were crooked, strangely shaped, and the branches were bare from head to toe, and covered with sharp and thick thorns, and on each raised thorn there were four or five more spikes, and only at the top of the branch grew a young shoot, on which grew small red flowers. The thorn roses seemed to climb upward, tangled and tangled, obscuring the sky, as if they had walked into a thorn passage.

The further you went, the more gloomy it became, and the sunlight shone through the red flowers gathered at the top, making the whole passage look like blood.

It's too damn unlucky, the narrow-faced man thought.

The man who had been stabbed by castor beans before kept staring at the ground, staring at his every step, thinking that if he was stabbed by this thing, his scalp would be numb.

If they had not paid attention to the thorns, they would have noticed that the gray man's gaze had suddenly become gloomy.

After walking for a while, Wang Li broke the silence, "Hey, how long will it take? Where are they hiding?"

The Gray Man didn't answer, his arm raised and pointed forward.

The narrow-faced man frowned and said to his companion, "Damn, something is wrong!"

Wang Li's eyes widened, staring at the gray man with a scorching gaze, and said, "Stop!"

The Grey Man ignored the command, and continued to shuffle forward.

Wang Li snorted coldly, his arm flicked, and the sharp knife bounced out of the armband, he walked forward quickly, forked the knife into the armpit of the gray man, and the hand turned back, and the gray man's entire right arm was sent out of the zhangxu and hung on a thorn, and the nearby branches were thrown on a string of bloodstains.

The Grey man paused, trembling, but still moving.

Wang Li was furious, and he unloaded the other arm of the gray man, this time he deliberately slowed down the speed of the knife, and in doing so, the wound was rough, blood splattered, and the broken arm fell at the feet of the gray man.

This knife was painful to death. The narrow-faced man was startled by Wang Li, who suddenly showed his ruthless side, and thought to himself: Just now he said that he wanted to treat other people's wounds, but as soon as his temper came up at this time, he directly removed his two arms regardless of it. He advised: "Don't die before you even bring it to the place. ”

"You don't need an arm to lead the way. Wang Li said coldly.

At that moment another man screamed loudly, and one of his feet stepped into the thorn bush, and the thorns, large and small, pierced his trousers and pierced his skin, and he screamed in pain, trying to pull his foot out of it, but the more he moved the thorns, the tighter the thorns were entangled.

Suddenly, the thorn wrapped around his feet was pulled suddenly, and he immediately lost his balance, and the whole person fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground. He was held up by the thorns into a denser pile of thorns, all of which were wrapped around his body, bleeding everywhere and splattering flesh and blood.

The man who had been stabbed by the castor and the narrow-faced man immediately drew his sword, trying to cut the thorns and save his companions.

Their knives had slashed through the air, and the thorns had dragged the man deeper, into a hole in the rock wall. When his feet entered, his body was stuck outside, and he pressed his hands against the walls on both sides, and he clearly felt that his feet were being grabbed by someone, and he hurriedly kicked and struggled. When he ran out of strength, he was slammed and pulled into the hole. He looked up and saw that there were five or six prisoners hidden in the rock wall, and a knife was clearly pointed at him.

Before he could shout, he was stabbed several times, and his head was in a different place.

The man who had been stabbed by the castor bean turned his head, pointed at the gray man, and said angrily: ", this dog has taken us into a trap!"

The narrow-faced man shouted, "Be careful!"

Before he could finish speaking, a horizontal wooden stake covered with thorns smashed towards the two of them. The two leaped forward, dodging the stake, and their companion had been dragged into the rock wall, dragging out a long blood-stained passage, and many of the thorns had been carried away, so that the two were only cut and bruised from the fall.

The thorny stake did not swing back, but flew out and went straight to the man who had been pierced by the castor, and he dodged it, and the stake rolled down and knocked down the thorn bush on the other side of the road. He quickly got up, but found that the sandy ground under his feet had sunk downward, and he was about to jump out when he saw a large thorn bush falling from the top.

He was smashed into the two-foot-square trap, and fell heavily into the thorn bushes laid inside, countless spikes were more terrible than sharp blades, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank, and in a moment he became a bloody man like a hedgehog.

This scene is shocking to watch. The short man screamed in fright: "I'm not going, I'm not going!"

He desperately fled the way he came, only to see dozens of barrels wrapped in thorns rolling towards him from both sides. He ducked over several barrels, only to be hit by another. After the impact, the short one flew out with the barrel.

The narrow-faced man ran two steps, trying to inspect the short one, but a wooden barrel rolled towards him, and the narrow-faced man swung his knife to stop him, but the barrel suddenly jumped from the bottom to the top.

He staggered and rolled out, and his right thigh was immediately bleeding!

It turned out that there were people hidden in the barrels.

A heart-rending roar sounded all around, and the barrels stood up, without a head, only two legs were exposed from the barrels, and then their hands also stretched out from both sides, holding a sharpened wooden stick in their hands, like the barrel monsters in the ghost book.

The blow grazed the short man's head, and the impact made him faint. "Wow......" The sharp pain of the wooden tip piercing his body made the short man wake up, and before he could react, another wooden stick stabbed him in the abdomen. In the scream, he was pierced like a winter melon and covered with holes.

The barrel monsters killed the shorty first, then turned their heads and surrounded the narrow-faced man.

The narrow-faced man turned his head to look, Wang Li and the gray man were about to reach the exit, his heart sank, his brothers were all dead, and now he could only save his life by keeping up with Wang Li.

I ran out of the thorny path in one go, and there was a wilderness in front of me. Wang Li knew that the other party was plotting, but when he fled, he also recognized the enemy's number and strength of martial arts. Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps, not chasing from behind, but an enemy facing him, one of whom was quite successful, two barely survived, and the rest were mediocre. Seeing that the terrain was open, he turned the direction of travel and jumped up a hill that was not high.

Chasing Wang Li and rushing up the hill, the narrow-faced man gasped. The real lady poured blood mold, and it was her own leader who harmed everyone, and the wooden brand was not greedy, which caused the tragedy in front of her. He clicked on the big hole on his leg, and pulled the strip of cloth and wrapped it twice, and the bleeding stopped.

"Looks like we don't need you to lead the way. Wang Li said coldly, and the sharp knife on his arm was aimed at the gray man.

"You said that...... Spare my ......"

The tip of the knife stopped in front of the gray man's eyes, Wang Li nodded, put down the knife, "That's right, I said it!"

He grabbed the gray man by the collar and threw him in front of the narrow-faced man's face.

The narrow-faced man was mad, jumped to his feet and scolded: ", dare to yin Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu should have killed you with a knife a long time ago." He was already powerful, and he waved the big knife in his hand, and the back of the knife smashed down like a garlic, breaking the two legs of the gray man one after another, and now he became a human stick.

Wang Li walked over, patted the shoulder of the man with a narrow face, and said in a deep voice: "Someone is coming, I'll take the iron brand, and the rest of the wooden cards are yours!"

The enemy behind pursued it first, surrounding the hill three layers inside and three layers outside.

It's not the first time that the narrow-faced man has been on the island, on various small islands, the wooden sign saw that they were all hiding, and he had never taken the initiative to attack anyone, he roared: "It's all fucking opposite, looking for death!"

The prisoners around him all laughed wildly, as if the narrow-faced man had told a big joke.

Wang Li didn't say nonsense, he suddenly approached, he volleyed in the air, slashed with both arms, and the head of the person fell to the ground in a flash.

Seeing him cut down several people at once, there was an uproar around him, and the wooden signs who were still laughing wildly just now were in chaos, knowing that this was a powerful person, they didn't dare to go up anymore, one by one just shouted empty mouths, with a strong momentum, no one was afraid of standing in front, and they lost their lives.