Dalang became much less talkative, not as he used to be, and he was always whispering all day long. Since he decided to make a decision with Chen Mo, he would find a stone to polish his hatchet. In fact, everyone is changing. Under the pressure of survival, if he does not change, he will die.

I can’t remember why the trouble broke up in the first place. Although it was only one or two months, in Chen Mo’s perception, the original incident seemed to have been a long time ago. Now I have begun to gradually reunite with only one goal, to survive!

Chen Mo was preparing to find the people who were still alive. In this situation, if they were not bullied, more people would have to be hugged together. Otherwise, if the Taiping Sect came here one day, they would not be able to change even if Chen Mo tried his best.

Outside the straw shed that had been reinforced several times, Chen Mo took a few wooden sticks cut with knives and polished them carefully. Bows and arrows are his best weapon now. Although they can't get better now, even short bows and wooden arrows can still kill people if they shoot in the right place. When nothing goes wrong, Chen Mo will make more wooden arrows for himself. For this reason, he also has an additional skill for making wooden arrows. Although the level is a bit low, at least the wooden arrows they make can be used, which is enough.

The crowds in the distance were in chaos, and it seemed that people from the Taiping Sect had arrived.

"Brother Mo, Brother Dalang! Run!" A Dai hurried over.

"What happened?" Chen Mo stood up and asked with a frown.

"The Taiping Sect people are here to catch people!" Ah Dai came to Chen Mo and gasped.

"There should be a reason to catch people, right?" Chen Mo comforted Heizi for a moment and frowned. He had just arrived and had not had time to attack him. The Taiping Sect was unlikely to catch him because of this.

"I didn't hear this clearly, but they were indeed here to catch people." Ah Dai shook his head blankly.

"You guys watch here, I'll go and see!" Chen Mo handed the short knife to his mother, put the polished wooden arrow on his back on the arrow bag, and walked towards the other side.

"I'll go with you!" Dalang also stood up, holding a hatred, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to be about to overflow.

"Don't go like this, I'm not relieved if Ah Dai is alone." Chen Mo glanced at Dalang and shook his head. Dalang now had a hatred for the Taiping Sect. Before he could figure out what was going on, Dalang was prone to bad things now and the past.

Although Chen Mo is two years younger than Dalang, he may not have experienced the tragic incident of his parents being murdered in front of him. Although Chen Mo's nature has also changed, he has not become as extreme as Dalang, more steady and calm. When encountering things, he will not directly think about the extreme.

However, it was hard for him to talk to Dalang about these issues. He could only change the statement. After reaching level 2, the temptation skill did not give Chen Mo any information like other skills, but Chen Mo would speak more tactfully.

"Yes, Dalang, Ah Dai is still young and ignorant. He also needs a man to take care of him here." Aunt Cai, who was standing beside him, said.

"Then be careful." Dalang responded in a silence and continued to sharpen his hatchet.

Chen Mo nodded, took a stick and walked towards the crowd. Before he could get close, a bloody smell had already flowed. These days, Chen Mo was very sensitive to the smell of blood.

"We are fighting for you. Not only are you going to kill people behind you, but now you have to kill people. The left and right are dead. I will fight with you!" In the crowd, Chen Mo saw a burly man roaring at more than a dozen peacemakers around him. At his feet, a peacemaker was pierced by feces and lungs. He saw that he could not survive. Later, a group of people followed him and looked at the group of people with great momentum.

"You have seen the assassination of the soldiers of my sect on the battlefield! You deserve your life to kill someone!" The Taiping scholar obviously did not expect that these people would have the courage to resist, but their momentum was not weak. They were all trained believers, or they were hunters from all over the world, and they were different from ordinary religions. Chen Mo saw Uncle Yang and Uncle Li among the group of people.

"He killed my father, why should I avenge my father?" The man had red eyes, pulled the feces out of the man's chest, carried a bunch of blood, and pointed at the group of people from afar and said, "I didn't think I would work for you. It was you who drove us to the battlefield. My father did not die at the hands of others, but at the hands of you, the group of traitors. Now I want me to pay my life. Okay, then come, even if I die today, I won't ask you to wait!"

"You are going to seek death with him too!" The general frowned. It was not because of the dozen people on the opposite side, the Taiping Cultivator was either trained or recruited from all over the country. Three or five were enough to deal with these people. What really made him hesitate was the people around him. The people around him had begun to gather here, and with the words of the man, an invisible anger was brewing, invisible and intangible, but he could clearly feel it.

"Looking for death?" Behind the man, a man sneered: "If I don't die today, I will die tomorrow. If you destroy my house, you will starve to death, why don't you fight with you today!"

One person is desperate, and thousands of people are invincible. This is a bit exaggerated, but when it reaches that point, everyone ignores it, his sturdyness is extremely cunning.

After Chen Mo confirmed that he had little to do with him, he looked at this scene with great interest, and thought in his mind, how should he deal with such a thing if he was in the position of Taiping Sect?

More and more people gathered around, and some even started to clamor. After all, although the soldiers of the Taiping Sect are very strong, there are few people after all. Now that so many people are starting to clamor one by one, the scene is gradually uncontrollable.

The contradiction actually existed for a long time, but it was always suppressed. At this moment, with the relentless pursuit of Taiping Cult, the anger that had been suppressed in everyone's hearts was finally ignited.

Chen Mo looked at Yang Mao and Li Jiu in the crowd with a little worried eyes. Even if Uncle Yang and Uncle Li can fight, if so many people really attack, I'm afraid...

"Puff~" Just as Chen Mo was thinking about whether he had the chance to save Uncle Yang and Uncle Li for a while, someone shot an arrow from the back of Taiping Cult, and an arrow penetrated into the chest of the strong man holding a feces fork. Dozens of Taiping Cultists rushed out from both sides, without saying a word, and slashed at the dozens of people.

There was not even room for fighting back, and more than a dozen men were killed. Zhou Fang slowly walked out of the back formation, and his cold eyes swept around. The anger that had already become faintly anger disappeared instantly after more than a dozen people were killed so neatly.

"Is there any more?" Zhou Fang looked around and frowned.

"It's gone, this is the last one." The general shook his head.

"Get out the troops, and if there are any rebellious people, you will be killed without mercy!" Zhou Fang snorted coldly, turned around and walked back, and the voice came from afar: "Let's let's hang these corpses!"

"Here!"
Chapter completed!