"Tsk! Ghost Cry looked around for a moment, looking at a fanatically distorted face, these faces were so familiar, he couldn't help but think of Dongsheng Shenzhou. In the north wind, those who become demons.

However, they are not demons, but simply lose their minds.

This is a mob.

Because of the fanaticism, because of such an atmosphere, temporary, lost his mind.

They looked into the ghost's crying gaze, cruel and bloody. They longed to drag the Ghost Cry, who was once a high-minded figure in their eyes, down and into the mire.

This is the sequelae of excessive oppression, Devil Cry is unwilling to fight them, this winter, enough people have died.

However, they are not willing to let go of the ghost crying.

Torches were thrown over, and I don't know where to find oil, which was put in jars, and thrown over.

The jar and the tiles collided and shattered at the same time, and the torches were thrown into the corners of the walls, thrown to the roof, igniting the spilled oil, and with a bang, the house was set on fire.

Very skilled, it seems that they are not less.

The flames raged, the smoke billowed out, and a black shadow screamed out of the window and disappeared into the night.

The flames fell on the hat, and the ghost cried down and shouted, "Get out of the way, or ......"

An axe flew towards him, and the ghost cried and sighed, and he understood that at this time, no matter what he said, they would not listen. Even if it's a life-saving word.

As soon as you exert force, your body will shoot out like a bow and arrow full of strength.

Between the ups and downs of his body, he had already dodged the whirling axe.

The axe stuck into the wall behind him, and Devil Cry approached the man who threw the axe in two steps.

He opened his mouth wide and laughed.

In the firelight, his weather-covered face was full of stories, and the calluses on his hands spoke of suffering, but his distorted expression destroyed everything, poured out his anger, and in this cold winter, released the flames of madness, poured out violence and cruelty on others, and then distorted himself.

Perhaps, at first, his original intention was just to live, but later, it became a lesson to those high-ranking masters, and in the end, they all became chaos.

Everything has become less important.

All he thinks about now is to vent, as long as he is happy, and as for the future, it is no longer in his consideration.

"You may still be saved, but I don't have the time or energy, so I'm sorry......"

Thinking in his heart, his eyes flashed.

This man threw out the axe in his hand, imagining the picture of this swordsman dressed as a Jianghu person being cut open by an axe, and he had climaxed.

However, immediately after, the picture in his eyes was completely different from his imagination, he suddenly appeared in front of him, behind him was a raging fire, but in front of him fell into a shadow, only under the hat, the pair of eyes like knives, shooting out a miserable white cold light.

He was stunned, and regret came to his mind.

Why should I offend such a person?

Before he could figure it out, the long knife dragged behind Ghost Cry slashed slightly across the ground, carrying a few wisps of fresh wind and swishing through his body.

At this moment, he felt unprecedented freedom, his soul flew into the sky, watching his body fall below, watching the county town that had raised him fall into madness and flames.

Then, the cold wind blew, and the north wind that had just condensed the demonic qi blew away, and a suction force came, and great fear surged into my heart.

"No!"

The head that broke off its neck let out a terrible howl and fell to the ground, jumping and rolling.

Unfortunately, the death of a person does not wake them up, does not extinguish the flame ignited by anger, but rather intensifies.

"Oh oh oh ......" The death of his companion was just around the corner of the moment, blood splattered on the face of one of the people behind him, and he let out a savage-like howl, showed a weird twisted smile, and raised the knife in his hand.

This is not just an isolated case!

They rushed towards Oni Cry like moths to a flame, and Oni Cry rushed at them without showing any weakness.

The gap between the two sides is like the gap between heaven and earth, and this amount cannot be bridged.

Ghost Cry appeared calm in the face of the weapons aimed at him, and he held his breath and stabbed back against the most threatening weapon.

The tip of the knife sinks into the flesh, and the stabbing weapon softens, and Devil Cry knocks it open with the hilt.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, the people who rushed up, one person and one knife, all lay down.

Devil Cry behaved with ease, he could hide or block, and none of the weapons could hurt him a point.

However, his brow furrowed, and it was clear that such a situation was not what he expected.

He originally planned to kill one or two by thunder to deter others, so that few people would die and the rest would come to their senses.

However, these guys obviously don't look half sober, and there seems to be something behind them that supports them, keeps them in a frenzy, keeps them in this rage.

Ghost Cry and a dozen people were killed together, and at the gate of the courtyard, a group of crossbowmen drew their bows, and the cold arrows were aimed at the people who were fighting together.

First there was a series of sounds of breaking the air, and then ......

Puff puff......

The hot blood sprinkled on Ghost Cry's face, Ghost Cry grabbed a corpse and blocked it in front of him, and the corpse was instantly shot into a hedgehog.

Bang!

Oni Cry threw down the body that had been shot into a hedgehog and looked at the entrance of the courtyard.

The group of crossbowmen, laughing wildly, noisy laughter poured into the ears of the ghost crying, tearing at his reason.

Ghost Cry looked at them angrily, and then, gritting his teeth, his cheeks bulging, rushed to the side.

Several arrows were fired, some of which were opened by Oniwai with a wave of his hand, while others were shot at Oniwai's back, striking the nail leaf and clanging.

These did not stop Oni Cry, who climbed over the courtyard wall and quickly broke away from the battle. Ghost Cry is not running away, but feels that such a battle is meaningless!

Those guys are not here to survive, nor to protect their families, but simply to kill, to simply enjoy the pleasure of killing.

Ghost Cry kills them, and it doesn't solve the problem at all.

The entire county was in chaos.

Flames, screams, laughter.

There were two groups entering the city, a scattered group of small merchants, homecoming wanderers, or others, and a convoy of 17 large merchants.

The scattered contingent that entered the city during the day today suffered a catastrophe. The sudden attack, even if it was prepared, was taken by surprise.

In the face of a mad, deadly, terrain-savvy mob, they are genuinely afraid, and although some of them are good, they are also at an absolute disadvantage.

Because, their people are too scattered.

There are fewer than a dozen people in a group, or even a few people or a single person, and there are only a group of thirty or forty people.

They are really weak in the face of these people who don't know what has flowed into a rope and unite a terrible mob.

A group of people stayed at the inn, with a total of more than 30 people, which was a relatively large group. They cleaned up the bodies, dusted them, closed their doors and windows, and planned to spend the night and leave tomorrow morning.

Suddenly, however, a mob surrounded them, broke down the doors and windows, and crept in. The leader carried the sword to meet him, and he had the absolute upper hand in terms of strength, speed, skill, and physical strength, but after killing a few, the sword in his hand was stuck in the chest of one of the opponents, and he hugged the leader's arm desperately, and the rest of the mob pounced, and the leader was thrown to the ground, letting out a terrible wail.

Several people were knocked to the ground in a row, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and the brutal and bloody picture suddenly made everyone collapse, some continued to resist, and some fled, completely reduced to scattered sand.

Then, without exception, they either died or were caught, and met with an unknown fate.

This kind of situation has happened in various places throughout the county. The difference is the means of those mobs.

Some are simple and rude, while others are much more cunning, using flames, throwing shots with weapons, or simply pulling down houses and burying people inside.

The ghost cried through the rooftop, taking in the scene. In the end, it was concluded that all this was unusual.

These mobs are more like brainwashed than impulsive.

What sustains them to sacrifice their lives and forget death is probably - faith!