If he had a choice, Leng Xiao would definitely avoid this cloak woman. It's a pity that the moat is unobstructed, and he has no ability to fly, so he can't avoid it for a while.

When I got up on the bridge, I clearly saw that there were pieces of raw meat on the table, and a whole piece of meat from the Faceling's chest cavity was cut off, and the gray gas could be vaguely seen flowing inside. The woman in the cloak tasted it as if she were drinking tea, indifferent to the approach of Leng Xiao.

Leng Xiao was a little panicked in his heart, but he was afraid that as soon as he entered this city, he would become a turtle in an urn, and there would be nowhere to escape. He stood still at the table and asked, "Dare to ask the girl, have you seen a man of my age enter the city recently?"

He asked tentatively, but he didn't expect the cloak woman to respond calmly: "Old, young, male, female, smart, stupid, countless people are brought into the city every day. ”

"The name of this city is 'None'?"

The cloak woman suddenly looked up at Leng Xiao, her eyes were extremely hollow, as if two dull stones had been inlaid in her face. The facial contours are blurred, like a lump of stiff flour.

"They all have one thing in common, they were all brought into the cityless. You're not the same, stupid guy. The woman in the cloak laughed stiffly, her voice belonged to the category of weak and charming, but it looked very strange, and she looked like an old woman with a hoarse voice.

Leng Xiao condensed the small amount of gray qi in his body to form a face, and asked tentatively, "Have you ever seen him?"

The woman in the cloak slowly turned her head to look at Qiu Yansheng, who had turned into ash, a little stunned, and there was no movement for a long time, so Leng Xiao waited for her for a long time. After a while, the woman in the cloak probed and swallowed the ash gas directly, her body trembled like a sifting chaff, and she murmured: "Delicious ......"

"What a crazy woman!" Leng Xiao frowned.

But at this moment, a large figure approached in the distance, and the number was not large, about hundreds. But even so, it's not that Leng Xiao can deal with it.

In this way, he had no choice but to break into the middle of the city, hiding behind a haystack.

He held a spirit jade in his hand and felt it carefully, but in the end it was a sigh. He had tried many times, and the speed of absorbing the aura was hundreds of times slower, and the little aura that he had managed to absorb would also be dispersed the moment it entered his body, and it could not be stored at all.

"The source of power here is gray qi, can it only kill?"

If he could avoid it, he didn't want to get blood again, even if it was something weird that didn't look like a human being.

The bridge is very narrow, and at most two people can cross side by side, and the woman in the cloak occupies a seat for one and a half people with a table and chair, and a person with a slightly obese physique cannot walk on the bridge. Fortunately, all Facelings are a weak body.

Hundreds of Facelings voluntarily formed a long queue and walked straight. Everyone has their hands held high, and there are people, beasts, and spirit animals. There are those who are alive and those who are dead.

Leng Xiao remembered that the hare that died with the Facelings before, as if there was a prey struggling violently, it would be killed in comparison, but those who were cowardly saved their lives.

From a distance, the Facelings resemble a swarm of ants, lined up in a neat line, and some even hold aloft rhinoceros elephants that are several times larger than their own size.

When I walked across the bridge, everyone was steady, and the soles of their feet seemed to be glued to the bridge.

Leng Xiao watched everyone walk by silently, his snort suddenly became a little heavier, his eyes lowered by half a minute, and he saw Qiu Yansheng in the middle of the team.

Qiu Yansheng didn't move, he seemed to be unconscious, and he hadn't woken up yet. He stared at it for a long time, his chest still rising and falling slightly, and he was not dead.

When Leng Xiao's heart was a little relieved, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, and his hair suddenly rose, and almost instantly pressed his hands on the wrist of this hand, directly throwing this person forward.

This person was easily thrown out by Leng Xiao like this, soft as a ball of cotton, but one hand was like an iron hoop, still pinching Leng Xiao's shoulder.

Leng Xiao sweated slightly, and his shoulder was crushed in an instant. He let out a low cry and shook his shoulder, shaking the man's hand away. But because of this, the body was exposed.

The team carrying the prey walked in unison, and almost at the same time looked back at Leng Xiao, staring at him motionlessly. Leng Xiao's body moved a few steps left and right, and everyone's eyes followed him, without a trace of emotion.

The Faceling, who had been thrown to the ground by him, struggled to get up, his waist broken, and his body leaned back strangely, his face without a trace of curvature, smooth as a flat plate.

Leng Xiao stepped back, but the team of hundreds of people did not chase after him, still standing in place, and no one came to help the bent faceling.

His mouth was small, like a rabbit's three-petaled mouth, and at this moment it suddenly opened half the size of his face, and a bloody light spurted out from it, and his body went limp, and he didn't move.

Leng Xiao quickly stepped forward, cut open the person's chest, and absorbed the gray qi. Everything happened right in front of those hundreds of people, who were as indifferent as outsiders.

Among the prey held high by them, some people shouted for help, taking Leng Xiao as the last straw, and all they got was the fist of the faceling, and some weak people were directly killed by a punch, and half of their faces were sunk in.

Everyone was silent, no one dared to stir and shout anymore, compared to the dead, they were still alive, it was already a kind of luck. However, the dilemma of facing the unknown is sometimes a more unfortunate thing than death for the living.

Leng Xiao didn't stay any longer, he fled into the distance, and his body was quickly covered by houses and sundries. The Facelings lost track of Cold Depression, and hundreds of them resumed their movements, in unison, as if they had never stopped.

Leng Xiao was agile, swayed like a swallow, penetrated through the crack in the eaves, and attached to it like a gecko. On the roofs, carriages, horses, and rocks, a large number of figures jumped from everywhere, the bouncing power was higher than that of the Yin and Yang Ghosts, and the strength was greater than that of the Yin and Yang Ghosts, but the body was fragile, like rotten wood.

They looked at the hunched corpse in silence, some grabbed its feet and dragged it off the distance, while others scattered, crawling and sniffing on the ground like dogs.

At first, Leng Xiao was a little worried, but it turned out that these Facelings did not have a keen sense of smell, and they went around and around, but nothing came of it.

The man dragging the corpse passed under Leng Xiao and passed through the narrow gap without looking up. Leng Xiao could have killed him, but instead of doing so, he followed gently.

After walking for a while, Leng Xiao pressed his hand on a window lattice, supporting his body to move. Suddenly, I felt a chill in my heart, and when I looked back, there were three people in the window lattice standing in a row, staring at him.

He only felt uncomfortable, but fortunately, these people seemed to be mute, and there was no shouting, let alone superfluous movements. Even if it is a flare sent at the cost of lives, it may not be able to penetrate the roof.

Leng Xiao cut open the window lattice with a sword and jumped in. The two adults could not tell which was the father and which was the mother, and the child was half a body shorter than the adult, and could not tell whether it was a boy or a girl.

The three of them were dressed differently from the Hunting Facelings, who were all dressed the same, while the three were dressed more casually, perhaps the difference between the military and the civilians.

Leng Xiao went straight in, and the family of three quietly watched this uninvited guest rummage through the cabinets and did not stop him.

He took a few clothes, thought about it, left a spirit crystal, and was about to leave. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a stack of clothes in the corner, a neatly folded military uniform.

He turned around, and one of the adults hugged the child's head tightly, shrinking, and the corners of the remaining mouth raised a strange arc, without superfluous expression, just looking gloomy.

At some point, there was an extra hilt in his hand, and a five-foot-long sword light instantly extended from the hilt.

Leng Xiao and the sword-wielder faced each other, but the blade directly penetrated the other party's sword light, this sword light was like a void thing, falling on Leng Xiao's arm, but it was a real scar.

Leng Xiao's long sword took off his hand, and when the sword wielder didn't have time to swing the second sword, it directly penetrated his heart, and the gray qi escaped and was absorbed by him. The sword-wielder "pounced" and fell.

The hilt of the sword fell to the ground, and the sword light faded away, as if it were just an ordinary piece of wood.

He thought that it should be men who join the army, and the rest are mothers and sons or mothers and daughters. The two seemed indifferent to the death of their husband (father), but they pounced on Leng Xiao without saying a word when he was about to leave.

Somewhat weak, like a mad chicken.

Leng Xiao looked at the two calmly, and with a sweep of the long sword, the heads of the two flew out together, and the viscous blood hung down like jelly. He sliced open the hearts of the two people, absorbing two faint clumps of gray gas.

Perhaps he has broken his oath, killing one is killing, and killing 10,000 people is also killing. Maybe in the rivers and lakes, the people who can really not kill people are those weak people who can't kill people. In fact, people shouldn't break jars like this.

He changed into civilian clothes, crushed an elixir, and rubbed the powder on his face, which looked a little dirty, and also made his facial features less obvious.

He came out of the lattice, and the man who dragged the body was gone, nowhere to be seen. Listen quietly, there is still a small sound of dragging between the streets, it is the sound of dragging corpses.

Leng Xiao followed the voice and chased after him, and the body was placed on a large table. There was a mechanism on the table, and when it was turned inward, the body was gone, and when it was turned again, there was a sticky paste on the table.

Leng Xiao couldn't help frowning.

The dragging man filled the paste in a bucket and walked away. Leng Xiao glanced at it and didn't want to continue chasing. The reason why he chased the corpse dragger was because the direction of the corpse dragger's departure was the same as the direction of the safari team, and now it may be a little off.

Leng Xiao took a few steps up to the roof and looked from afar, imagining where the cell where Qiu Yansheng was being held. All the Facelings seemed to have vanished from the world in an instant, and there was no trace of them.