The dead head rolled all the way to the feet of the black warrior. This scene of death was really terrifying. Ruhua had already covered her eyes. Even Yuehua took a breath of air. What on earth did this man do? He even carried the dead head with him. …
The black warriors retreated subconsciously, obviously frightened by the terrifying dead heads. The man continued to rummage through the black bag, and then, dead arms, broken limbs, fingers... and so on one by one. fall out.
Just no money.
It was the first time for the Black Warriors to come to this port, and it was also the first time they saw such a cruel method of killing... They didn't feel like retreating and gradually walked away. It seemed that they also admitted that they had chosen the wrong target.
Seeing them walking away, the man sat down on the ground, obviously panicked and sweating on his forehead. He picked up the dead head and the severed limbs and put them in his pocket.
Dai Yuan and Yue Hua were also frightened when they saw it, not to mention Ru Hua, who was famous for his skinny skin and icy skin.
Finally, Yuehua walked over.
"Why are you so cruel?" Yuehua asked him.
The man raised his head and glanced at Yuehua.
"It's you." When he saw it was him, he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that the black warriors were back again.
"You touch it." The man took out the pair of things that scared away the Black Warrior just now, and motioned to Yuehua to touch them.
When Yuehua touched it with her hand, she found that it was soft and there was no smell of blood.
Daiyuan and Ruhua also came over.
Dai Yuan suddenly realized that this was clearly a prop! What scared away the Black Warrior was a realistic prop!
Looking at this man again, it’s not that man. Under his pretending to be mature hair, he clearly has the face of a young man!
"I'm really sorry for frightening a few of you," the young man said.
"It's very polite this time." Yuehua muttered.
"Do you know who those people were just now?" Dai Yuan asked the young man.
The young man shook his head.
"This is also the first time I have encountered them. These props are only for self-defense. But I heard that many people have encountered such people recently, and they are very miserable."
"Aren't you from Yuepan Hong Kong?" Dai Yuan asked.
The young man still shook his head.
"I came here a few months ago and heard that business here is good."
"How come you have such realistic props?" Dai Yuan guessed that he was in the same profession as a makeup artist, but the props were made much better than those on the set.