The sharp and narrow knife is entwined with invisible demonic energy at the edge of the knife. Even if it is iron armor, it can be split with a single sword. And the fragile throat, how can it be stopped.

The sound of a knife into the flesh is so pleasant, especially for a woman who has just lost her husband and son tied to the bed.

A snow-white knife pierced through the throat, and the blood-red tip of the knife peeked through the back of the neck.

The naked bandit leader was lifted high with a knife, then lifted under the bed and nailed to the wall.

Ghost Cry raised his hand and pulled out the flying knife on his waist, and with a flick of his hand, the flying knife was nailed to the bed, breaking the rope that bound the woman, and the woman's hand could move.

He drew his long knife and turned to break out the door, and the bandit leader slipped to the ground, not dead, but not far from death.

He clutched his neck hard, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing out. He opened his mouth and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

After a few breaths, it was quiet again.

With tears in her eyes, the woman pulled out the throwing knife on the bed and cut the remaining rope on her body. Then, he turned over and got up, regardless of the mess, and looked fiercely at the bandit leader in front of him with a face full of fear.

Screamed, and pounced frantically. At this time, she was already crazy.

The bandits have figured out that something is wrong, and the palpitating ringing ringtones are everywhere. And this village has quickly become quiet. The voices in the distance stopped abruptly one after another, as if they had been erased by something.

They began to be afraid, and the assassination of those murderers in the poor county again and again made them frightened birds.

The seemingly elegant county order, the girl who rode a horse and shed tears, the man with a beard, and the young man who always smiled...... There are too many, too many, and they all use swords without exception. Without exception, they are all masters of assassination. Without exception, although there are many people on his side, they just can't stop it and can't stay.

Every time a guy with a sword appeared, a few unlucky guys died and walked away. Come down again and again, let them collapse, make them afraid, for fear that the next one will be themselves, even if they sleep, they will have nightmares, dreaming that a guy who can't see his face clearly comes with a sword.

So, they became vigilant and began to gather together.

The other party's assassination ability is indeed good, but they have precautions, and with the large number of people, the other party can't help them.

There were more than 100 people gathered. The fear grew in the hearts of the people, and when they entered the village, there was more to it than that. The number of people, less than half.

How big is the Ghost Cry that has been in Shushan for six months?

Let's put it this way, if it was before, he couldn't have killed so many people easily. Even if it is as efficient as one person and one knife or even two or three people, after killing a hundred people, his arms are numb and his breath is uneven, and he can start to think about retreating.

And now, he is still calm and relaxed, and he still has a lot of energy to spare.

During his six months in Shushan, his physical strength did increase, but it was limited. What's more, his knives have become more reasonable, each knife is just right, not as fast as before, just so that the other party can afford to see it and can't stop it, saving too much effort.

Click!

A burned-out house collapses, and a large spark soars into the sky.

Behind the ghost crying, a person stood in a daze, and suddenly the side neck wound cracked, and blood spurted. His body shook, thuded, and fell to the ground.

The whole village has been completely quiet.

The bell rang, and Devil Cry's eyes looked in the direction of the threshing floor in the village through the heavy wooden house.

More than 100 people, more than 100 bloodthirsty bandits, gathered here tremblingly, vigilant all around.

Not only the bandits, but also a dozen villagers, they were tied up and forced to kneel in place, with sharp knives on their necks, bowing their heads and weeping.

Those with knives looked a little unnatural. They were gangsters in the village, and they escaped by betraying their fellow villagers and even their relatives, joining the bandits.

But I didn't expect that when I just joined, I would have to face unknown dangers.

The bell is crisp, the "jingle bell" is very rhythmic, I don't know when, under the influence of the bell, everyone's breathing and heartbeat, has reached an agreement with the bell.

Whining~~

The wind became more and more intense, rolling up the dust and sand in the sky.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "There are people!"

Everyone looked at each other, and a figure appeared on the roof.

He was wearing a hat and couldn't see clearly. Wearing a blood-stained robe with narrow sleeves, he hunted with the wind. And in his hand, a long and narrow knife stood out.

Not with a sword, but the horror of the crowd did not lessen much. Even if they didn't use a sword, they couldn't afford to kill a hundred people without realizing it.

Suddenly, the man seemed to smile faintly, and in an instant, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissolved into the dust and sand and fallen leaves rolled up in the wind.

This man is gone.

It was so abrupt that it disappeared.

It was at this time that the palpitating bell disappeared, and the wind, which was almost blindfolding, also calmed down, and there was silence all around. In the distance, the sound of cicadas is reassuring.

These insects are always more sensitive than people, and whenever a killing opportunity comes, they always stop chirping and hide quietly.

The next moment, the sound of cicadas was collectively choked by the throat.

The wind is up again.

Hiss ~~~

It's subtle, it's a little rushed.

Then it rained again. Drop by drop, with warmth, dripping onto the body.

At first glance, a piece of red. This is...... Bloody Rain ???

Everyone looked up at the sky, and then found the source of this rain of blood. Not from heaven, but from around us.

In an exclamation, everyone retreated in a hurry.

The bell rang again, among the thirteen.

Surrounded by a group of bandits, thirteen bandits remained in place. There was a shallow scar on the major artery in their neck. Then, in the midst of the scars, under the squeezing of the body, blood spurted out in a steady stream and sprayed into the sky.

And the sound of the wind is the sound of their blood spurting.

Bang bang......

Their necks were torn open as a cloud of blood exploded, and then one by one, corpses fell to the ground, revealing ghosts crying hidden among people.

Suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared, and in the process, silently cut the necks of thirteen guys who had just become bandits. Let them die a tragic death in despair.

This trick is called life and death. Dealing with them, there is some fuss. But the effect is surprisingly good. In addition to freeing the hostages, it terrified the hearts of all the bandits.

Everyone, looking at the ghost crying with horror in their eyes, their bodies trembled violently, and finally, someone let out a scream.

"Hell!!"

Ghost Cry raised his head and grinned silently. The narrow eyes became colder and colder, the faint red light flickered slightly, and the killing intent became stronger.

"Kill him, kill him!" someone shouted frantically.

But more often than not, it's about turning around and running. It's messed up, everything is messed up. More than 100 people worked together, and perhaps there was hope. However, the morale collapsed, and it was completely irretrievable.

The only thing that can be counted on now is the ghost crying and raising the noble hand.

But will he?