The man opened his mouth, frantically trying to make a sound, but it was obvious that he had been bewitched. His mouth could not speak, and his soul could not urge him. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, lying under the box...
"Who...who is this?" Zihong asked, her little face full of fear.
"Probably our compatriots from the Dawn Frontier!" Wang Hen said hoarsely, clenching his fists secretly.
"What? That means...that Luan Kong! Is he using our compatriots to practice?" The one-soul man lost his voice.
Everyone's breathing was trembling, and their brains went blank.
"The people of the Dark Dynasty are indeed extremely vicious! They actually use living people to practice! It's disgusting! It's really disgusting!" Another person said through gritted teeth.
"No wonder these boxes can't be put into the storage space. If they are living people, once they are put in, only dead bodies will be left." The scholar frowned.
"Everyone, now is not the time to talk about this. I took a rough look and found that there are more than a hundred boxes in total. These are our compatriots. Once we send them to the commander's tent, they will definitely die without their bodies! We
We have to find a way to save these compatriots!" Zihong came back to her senses and said through gritted teeth.
"Save? How to save? We can't save ourselves now, but how can we save them? Zihong, don't be naive. The top priority is to find a way to leave here. If we don't leave, we may end up like them!"
The scholar shook his head and said.
"But..."
Zihong wanted to say something else, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them out. She could only lower her eyebrows and sigh, clenching her little hands tightly, and her eyes were full of unwillingness.
"Hey, what are you doing? Who told you to open the box? Damn you! Are you tired of living?"
At this time, a supervisor saw what was going on here, and immediately showed anger and ran over angrily.
Wang Hen quickly regained his composure, clasped his fists and said, "Sir, we accidentally fell over while we were carrying it, please forgive me!"
"Excuse me? You bastard! If you can't even move a box, why does the Dynasty need you?" The supervisor roared angrily, and then kicked Wang Hen hard.
Bang!
Wang Hen flew out instantly and hit a barrier. When he rolled down, he was already vomiting blood and his skin was torn.
"Brother!"
Everyone in Zihong was shocked and rushed forward to help Wang Hen up.
"Bastard!" A Soul Man glared at the overseer with anger in his eyes. He wanted to teach the overseer a lesson, but Wang Hen held him down.
Wang Hen secretly shook his head, signaling him not to act rashly.
Everyone had no choice but to swallow their anger.
"What are you doing? Go and move the box for me! If it delays the commander's training, you can get back into the box!" The supervisor was furious, pointing at Zihong and roaring.
People's teeth are almost broken, but at this juncture, they can only endure...
Wang Hen stood up with difficulty and lowered his voice and said urgently: "Calm down, everyone! Listen, go move the boxes to the handsome tent immediately! Do you understand?"
"But...brother..."
"Do as you do!" Wang Hen said angrily.
Everyone lowered their heads, gritted their teeth one by one, and finally listened to Wang Hen's words. They all returned to the boxes, picked up the boxes containing the living people, and walked towards the commander's tent.
Although Wang Hen was injured, he did not pretend to be dead at this time and still carried the box forward.
Only then did the anger on the overseer's face disappear.
Bai Ye also carried the box forward. He looked around secretly, and also quietly watched the purple and red group.
He didn't seem to be involved in this matter, and he didn't care whether the person in the box was dead or alive.
He only hopes that these people can reach Xi Xuanming Prefecture safely, and then introduce himself to those strong people, and let those strong people take him away from here.
That's enough!
However, everything obviously did not go as smoothly as Bai Ye thought.
Just as Bai Ye lowered his head and followed the crowd, a soul man slowed down his steps.
He turned his head and whispered to Wang Hen next to him: "Brother Wang, this is an opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"What do you mean?" Wang Hen asked with a frown.
"Brother, where are we going now? To the commander's tent! To Luan Kong's place. Maybe we can take this opportunity to kill Luan Kong!"
"Isn't what I said before clear enough? With people like us, killing Luang Kong will undoubtedly lead to death!" Wang Hen's expression changed and he shouted in a low voice.
"Brother Wang, maybe we can't do it, but have you forgotten? We still have more than a hundred helpers!" the soul man said in a condensed voice.
These words fell to the ground, and Wang Hen's breathing became tight.
The steps of everyone could not help but stagnate, and everyone's eyes fell on Wang Hen.
The air is unusually quiet.
People seem to be able to hear each other's heartbeats...
yes..
More than a hundred helpers!
This combat power has increased several times out of thin air...
"Hey, why are you stopping? You bastards, don't you want to live anymore?" The supervisor roared angrily, and immediately took out a whip with a lot of runes printed on it, and whipped these people hard.
.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap...
The whip hit the flesh, making a crackling sound.
Bloody scars immediately appeared on the bodies of several souls.
The crowd was filled with resentment and anger, staring at the overseer with almost blood-red eyes.
The supervisor was stunned and stared at Wang Hen and said: "What is your look? How dare you look at me like this, you bitch? Kneel down!"
After saying that, he hit Wang Hen with another whip.
But when the whip fell hard on Wang Hen's head...
Bah!
A strange voice came out.
At first glance, Wang Hen was holding the whip firmly in his hand...
"What?"
The supervisor was stunned.
He hurriedly tried to pull the whip back, but Wang Hen used his strength and grabbed the whip tightly.
No matter how hard the overseer tried, he could not pull back the whip even half an inch.
"Rebellion! Rebellion! You low-level military workers are going to rebel?"
The overseer's eyes widened, he loosened his whip and stepped back, shouting hurriedly, trying to attract his companions around him.
But...he let out a shrill roar, and no one from the dark dynasty souls a little further away noticed.
"The sound is blocked?" The supervisor suddenly understood something, his face changed with horror, and he hurriedly took out a magic weapon from his waist, just to activate it.
That's the signal instrument.
But before his magic weapon could be activated, a flash of light flashed across his neck...
The supervisor shuddered and froze for a moment.
A long slit of blood dripped from his neck.
"You...you..."
He pointed at these people and wanted to say something, but he could no longer make a sound...
"Quickly, lift all the restrictions on everyone!" Wang Hen shouted immediately without any hesitation.