The joy of the harvest diluted everyone's attention to the strange monster. After the transportation was completed, the convoy continued forward, and finally merged with the other two groups of convoys at the original location.

The other two teams also found a way out of the lost area, but they still came back because of the existence of the collar. The three teams were enjoying themselves and the atmosphere was quite high.

Looking at this harmonious scene, for a moment, Zhou Ming even felt that there was no rational distortion in Sanyang Shiqiu.

After that, Zhou Ming was speechless all the way, while Wang Siyan, who was sitting next to him, complained about the smell of blood along the way.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the convoy finally approached the exit of Sanyang Shiqiu. This place was supposed to be the place where the first leg of the journey ended smoothly. But here, they encountered a scrapped convoy for the second time.

Even without getting close this time, Zhou Ming could tell that the convoy was completely scrapped.

Seen from a distance, the huge truck was split into two in the middle, as if a huge sharp blade had cut it in half. There were corpses lying all around, densely packed like a battlefield, and the dried blood after evaporation completely stained the sand.

It turned red and blood almost covered the entire road.

Apart from blood and corpses, there was no living person as far as the eye could see.

This horrifying scene made the guide's body start to tremble. After many days of erosion by the desire to survive, ordinary people like them have become extremely sensitive to external pressure. Seeing this scene, they can't help but feel an extremely strong sense of crisis in their hearts.

"What, what happened here?" the guide trembled, his face as pale as paper.

Wang Siyan frowned and ignored the other party. Instead, he said: "The number of people is wrong."

Zhou Ming looked down and found that it was indeed the case.

If this convoy was an ordinary transport convoy, it would be impossible for so many people to die. Just like the convoy Zhou Ming was in, with ten large trucks, escorts, passengers, and slaves, there were less than a hundred people.

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But looking here again, there are only five broken trucks in front of us, but the bodies around them are densely packed and piled on top of each other, at least there are no less than a hundred people.

Moreover, these people are not dressed like ordinary people. Some are mercenaries wearing combat uniforms, and more are hermits wearing masks.

No matter how you look at it, the proportion of combatants in this convoy is too high.

"Although it looks very tragic, the killing was actually very organized and not chaotic at all." The poker man walked out of the car at some point and pointed at the corpses in the distance and said, "Some were cut off at the waist, and some were cut off at the waist.

His throat was slit with a knife, but there seemed to be someone whose appearance was intact... In short, the body was almost intact."

"So, it was done by humans." Zhou Ming concluded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a cold and strange gaze coming from a high place. The gaze was cold and sharp, like an embroidery needle pressed between his eyebrows. This was a sense of crisis that was difficult to describe in words.

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He raised his head and looked in the direction of his sight. On top of the tall and curved sandstone, a figure stood with his back to the sun.

In the dazzling sunlight, Zhou Ming could only see the dark outline of the opponent clearly, and could not distinguish his specific appearance, but his intuition told Zhou Ming... that he should be the culprit of this massacre!

Suddenly the figure flashed, jumped down from a high place, rubbed against a rock wall, and landed on the ground extremely lightly.

At this time, everyone saw clearly the appearance of the visitor.

This uninvited guest wore a fanged Rakshasa mask, with long hair tied high on the back of his head. He was wearing a hunting coat unique to the Kingdom of Sakura. The large sleeves of the white hunting coat were tattooed with patterns of demons and monsters. It seemed that

It's Hyakki Yakou, holding a Sakura no Kuni katana in his hand.

The moment Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan saw each other, their expressions changed, and they thought of a masquerade.

They looked at each other and read the same message in each other's eyes - they had never seen this person before!

There is no doubt that this person was also sent by Crying and Laughing Noodles to kill him, but Wang Siyan has never seen him after attending a dance party for so long, which means that the person may be from the second floor or even higher.

Damn it, can Laughter and Laughter even be able to control someone of this level?

"Hey! If you dare to take another step forward, we will shoot!" Venomous Scorpion reminded the other party loudly.

Rakshasa looked as if he hadn't heard anything and said nothing, but still approached them step by step.

As he walked, he slowly drew his katana from its scabbard.

It was a blade with a unique shape. It was completely transparent and showed a strange red color, as if it were cut from red crystal. However, the red color on the blade was uneven. Instead, it flowed slowly like running water, and the red color flowed on the blade.

The details conflict, roll into a whirlpool, and return, seeming to express some kind of resentment and hatred.

As the Rakshasa face slowly approached, everyone else felt an inexplicable pressure.

Wang Siyan clenched the knife in his hand without saying a word. The poisonous scorpion behind him gritted his teeth and shot out a shuttle of bullets.

As Poisonous Scorpion opened fire, the other mercenaries seemed to have received some kind of signal and poured all their firepower on the enemy in one go.

Facing the dense barrage, Rakshasa swung his sword, and the katana turned into a red stream of light and swept in front of him. The sound of flames ignited in the air, and the blue flame overflowed from the blade and spread forward in a fan shape.

, blocked all the bullets.

Hundreds of bullets were fired into the flames, like another guard gate, and all disappeared.

Venomous Scorpion broke out in a cold sweat, clenched his teeth, tightened the trigger, and fired wildly at the human figure.

As soon as the magazine was empty, he immediately replaced it with a new one and continued to attack the humanoid in front of him, but the blue flame could not break through or disappear no matter what, like a living barrier.

, has been standing in front of Rakshasa, constantly changing its shape, and constantly swallowing infinite bullets.

The poker man had already drawn thirty cards in his hand, which was the maximum number of cards he could have at the same time. He randomly picked out a card and flew it toward Rakshasa, while continuing to draw cards from the pile.

This move was not intended to cause any harm to Rakshasa Nian, but just to improve the card shape in order to prepare for the upcoming fierce battle.

Zhou Ming stared at the opponent, analyzing the opponent's ability. The blue flame should be the opponent's character ability. It seems to be able to automatically swallow long-range flying objects, but he doesn't know if it will be burned to ashes if it is touched at close range.

, if so... then their chances of winning are very slim.

I saw Rakshasa Mian slowly stop, then lift up his big sleeves, revealing his bandaged forearm. After untying part of the bandage, the dense scars revealed seemed to be cuts from a knife. Although they were very shallow, they were numerous.

But there are many.

Then, Zhou Ming saw him raise the knife and lightly scratch his forearm.

A trace of blood flowed from Rakshasa Mian's arm, and a trace of blood flowed from Poisonous Scorpion's neck. There was a wound on his neck that was exactly the same as the wound on Rakshasa Mian's arm. It happened to be at the location of the aorta, very precisely along the line.

Choroidal incision along the artery.

The next second, blood spurted out from the poisonous scorpion's neck like a bright red fountain, as if for free.

The poisonous scorpion instantly lost its strength and fell on the roof of the car with a plop, its body convulsing on the verge of death.

The shadow of death enveloped the sky above everyone's heads like big black wings. Whether they were mercenaries or hermits, or Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan, they all felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Zhou Ming didn't know whether it was the opponent's spell or a character's ability, but he could understand the working mechanism of this ability - opening a wound on himself, and then creating the same wound on the enemy's special part.

The ability is simple and easy to understand, but there doesn't seem to be a way to counter it.
Chapter completed!