Volume Five: The King of Terror. Chapter 230: The White-haired Butcher
Volume 5: The King of Terror. Chapter 230: The White-haired Butcher
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The cold wind blew slowly in the middle of the night, and the hair of a white-haired corpse lying in a village on the border of Vietnam slowly blew with the direction of the wind. The messy white hair completely covered the face of the corpse, making it look looming white.
The face, combined with the red blood stains on his face, looked extremely terrifying.
Suddenly the white-haired corpse stood up, its red eyes widened. A terrifying atmosphere slowly spread around the white-haired man's body. The white-haired man tore off his clothes in one fell swoop, revealing
Looking at the bloodless white skin, the white-haired man licked the dried blood clots at the corners of his mouth with a lewd smile, and then tasted the salty taste of the blood with his tongue...
The white-haired man wrapped his long hair around his neck coolly, looked down at the blood-stained red saber at his feet, then curled his feet, and the red saber fell into the hands of the white-haired man.
Seeing the bone-chilling coldness emanating from the blade, the white-haired man laughed, "Hahaha..." As the laughter grew louder, it gradually alarmed the villagers in the village.
The villagers wondered why such terrifying laughter suddenly came from this dark night. Every household turned on the lights in doubt, and men and women ran outside while putting on their clothes, wanting to see who it was.
Laughing wildly.
"Fifth brother? Fifth brother is not dead yet?" Zai, who was trapped in the cell, heard the laughter and shouted happily.
"Oh my God, it's a fake corpse!" A woman shouted and hugged the child next to her tightly.
When all the men, women, and children in the village saw the shirtless white-haired man, they all inexplicably felt a terrifying aura swirling around them, and they all shuddered involuntarily.
"Damn it, are you committing suicide?" The leader grabbed the shotgun from someone else's hand and started hitting the white-haired man.
"Bang, bang, bang..." After several shots were fired, the white-haired man was still laughing wildly. There was no blood in his body and he did not fall down.
"Kill!" the white-haired man yelled, and rushed into the panicked crowd. He used his saber to start harvesting the villagers who were already frightened one by one.
The white-haired man was none other than Shang Wu, who died and was resurrected. The moment Shang Wu's heart was stabbed by the village leader with a knife, it only beat for twelve seconds and then stopped breathing. Even those in the divine world
Peng Zuruier even felt that Shang Wu was dead, but a miracle appeared from Shang Wu's body. After the red blood in Shang Wu's body dried up, the violent blood at the bottom of his heart flowed out, violently.
What does blood mean? It means that the four pure natural elements that control Shang Wu are slowly becoming active, which means that Shang Wu has begun to completely reborn step by step.
The cold knife kept slashing at the fleeing villagers. With one strike, another villager who could not escape was split in half by Shang Wu. The blood, brains, and minced meat spurted out by the villagers all splashed on Shang Wu.
on the body.
At this time, there are few truly calm people in the village, including the leader. The dead are resurrected, and they are not afraid of being shot or chopped with knives. Is he really pretending to be a corpse?
Shang Wu laughed while chopping and counting. When Shang Wu counted to forty-two, the remaining villagers gathered again and surrounded Shang Wu with long knives.
Some women and children were led by a man and ran into the mountains.
"Ah!" Shang Wu shouted and chased after him regardless of his life. He wanted to kill all the villagers, including women and children...
"Stop him quickly!" the leader shouted.
As soon as the leader finished speaking, several villagers holding knives and forks blocked Shang Wu's way. Shang Wu looked stunned, raised his saber and slashed at the stabbing fork. With a "click" sound, the fork turned into
Two cuts were made, but Shang Wu's knife sliced through the villager's chest without any hesitation.
"Forty-three!" Shang Wu shouted and hacked to death the villagers who blocked him one after another.
As more and more villagers were hacked to death by Shang Wu, the violent blood in his heart happily slowly absorbed the blood sprinkled on Shang Wu, and Shang Wu also felt that after each person was hacked to death, his strength was not only
It did not decrease, but instead increased more and more. While feeling the powerful strength and pleasure added to the body after cutting down each villager, Shang Wu slowly searched for the long-lost super power in his body. At this time
Shang Wu was surprised to find that his sealed super power seemed to have a sign of resurrection. The pleasure of slaughter made his body become fluttery and made him more powerful.
Just after Shang Wu chopped down another villager, the saber in his hand was also curled, and the sharp saber was now deformed. Shang Wu laughed and threw the saber away, and started attacking the remaining villagers with his bare hands.
The remaining dozen men were no longer interested in fighting. How could a normal human being die and be resurrected? So they scrambled to escape in the direction of the women and children.
Shang Wu had no intention of letting go of these villagers who were driving him crazy, but he chased after them while laughing.
The escaped villagers were surprised to find that the white-haired man could run so fast, no less than the speed of a cheetah.
While running, Shang Wu harvested the hateful Vietnamese villagers one after another with his blunt fists.
After Shang Wu finally killed all the men, he saw more than a hundred women and children with a sneer.
All the women and children said nothing, looking at Shang Wu who was slowly walking over with strange eyes.
"Stop, you devil!" The villagers, who were left with only one man and one leader, shouted in fear at Shang Wu, who was slowly walking over.
"Devil, don't you even spare women and children?" the man continued to shout.
The cold Shang Wu had a sneer on his face: "In my eyes, they are all my enemies! There is no distinction between men and women!" After Shang Wu finished speaking, he quickly ran to a child less than ten years old,
He immediately lifted up the child who was about to secretly take out a knife and stab Shang Wu.
"Hahaha, this is a child too?" Shang Wu laughed, grabbed the boy's legs, and then tore them apart hard. The boy didn't even scream, and was torn in half by Shang Wu.
"A bunch of stinky things like intestines, heart, liver, lungs, etc. were sprinkled on Shang Wu's head, but Shang Wu didn't feel a single thing and continued to laugh maniacally as he unilaterally massacred the other women and children."
"Terror, devil..." These are the two words that all the remaining Vietnamese are thinking at the same time.
The sky was getting brighter. After a night of killing, Shang Wu finally walked towards the village with his tired body before dawn. What was left behind was not a single complete body, but a group of crows were heading toward the village.
Flying here, the wild wolves in the jungle crawled out quietly after seeing Shang Wu leave. All the animals that like fresh and delicious food slowly ran out. All the animals did not taste the delicious food at the first time.
of human flesh, but all looked at Shang Wu’s disappearing back...
Before Shang Wu reached the village, he heard Zai yelling in a certain house: "Damn, are there any living people? Someone is coming, Fifth Brother, are you alive? Fifth Brother
, answer me? Is there anyone alive? God, why is it so quiet..." Zai kept shouting to himself in the room.
Suddenly a clear ray of sunlight shone on Zai's face, making the dark room suddenly become much brighter. It took Zai a long time to accept the glare of the sun. When he raised his head and saw the blood-red man in front of him,
I almost fainted from fright when I heard a cry of 'Yeah'.
"You brat, why are you shouting? I'm not dead yet..."