What I said was sharp and extremely sarcastic. All I said was that everyone present had fire in their eyes, their faces were ferocious, and a few guys with violent personalities were about to beat them up!
With the end of the ten gambling games, the news that Deputy Commander Di Ming led his people to defend the Ten Thousand Demons Pit has spread throughout the world. The more than twenty exorcists he led have also been widely known around the world.
Zhang Zhazhi, Chen Wuye, Tiemu'er, Master Wuyue, and several older seniors and young disciples...
The famous names made exorcists all over the world realize the strength and tenacity of Chinese exorcists. They were trapped in the Ten Thousand Demons Pit for three years, with no food, no drink, no backup, and were surrounded by demons, ghosts, and evil spirits.
It is almost a miracle that Deputy Commander Di Ming can persevere!
I used this incident to ridicule them, but actually I wanted to use the deeds of Deputy Commander Di Ming to stimulate the desire to survive among the exorcists present! Even in such a desperate situation, Deputy Commander Di Ming was able to lead people to persevere. We
We haven't arrived at the Ghost Town yet, so why should we stay here and wait to die?
Bloodthirsty Jack's eyes flashed. Although this guy had both legs and arms broken, his pride remained intact. He was the first to laugh and said: "Okay! Okay! Chinese people, I have always looked down on you, even
You also hate speaking Chinese, why do you think the exorcist should use Chinese as its lingua franca?”
"Now it seems that you Chinese are really good! Boy! You have the guts! Even if my arms and legs are broken, I still have the courage to do it with you!"
He looked at everyone with disdain and said: "Everyone is downcast, don't fucking claim to be the exorcist of North America from now on! You have disgraced North America!"
The old foreigner from Xiaojingshan said gloomily: "I don't want to wait to die and then be consumed as a test subject! If you want to resist, count me as the one!"
Several enthusiastic exorcists shouted in a low voice: "Chinese people can be tenacious and fearless! I can do it too! Isn't it just a ghost town? If you want to use me as an experiment, there is no way!
Even if I die, I can't do what you want!"
Suddenly a sharp voice came: "Chinese! What good ideas do you have? How can we get away with what we are like now?"
The person speaking was Ottawa's Ghostly Grandma. Although she was a woman, she was only wearing a pair of elastic pants. However, she was old, with a shriveled body and not much to look at.
She didn't care about any of this, she just shook her body and questioned me.
I lowered my head slightly, not looking at her body, and expressed my respect. Then I said: "One person is short-term, and two people are strong. If we don't even have the courage to fight, naturally we can't even think of a way to escape!"
Granny Guishen was silent for a moment, and then screamed: "Okay! Chinese! As long as you can come up with a good idea, I will do it with you!"
The crowd was excited, their eyes were bright, and they were full of passion. Compared with the lifeless scene just now, they were completely different.
I don't know if it was the matter of Deputy Commander Di Ming that stimulated them, but the exorcists were still happy from the bottom of their hearts to be able to regain their fighting spirit.
The exorcists were shouting when they suddenly heard a banging sound coming from outside. It sounded like someone was opening the carriage outside.
I hurriedly put out the dragon fire in my hand. If someone from the Smith family saw this thing, I might not even be able to save the dragon fire.
The moment the flames went out, the carriage door was opened from the outside. A stream of fresh air blew in, followed by dazzling sunlight.
Everyone's eyes were hurt by the sudden strong light, and they subconsciously squinted their eyes. Then a few wolf-like men rushed in, holding rubber batons in their hands, and beat everyone wildly.
This group of people were very cruel. When they hit people, they specifically targeted soft areas like the lower abdomen and ribs. The beatings only made everyone scream and shrink in pain.
Several of the violent guys tried to resist, but they were kicked to the ground one by one by the men, and then the sticks were thrown down like raindrops.
The bodies of the exorcists were all corroded by wax oil. Not only were their bones extremely fragile, but their muscles were also sore and weak. After being beaten wildly by these wolf-like men, they cried for father and mother, and became a mess.
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I received a stick on my head, and the blow on my shoulder caused excruciating pain. In order to avoid being hit, I held my head with both hands, crawled on the ground, and used my back to receive the stick.
After I made this gesture, the probability of the stick falling on me was much smaller, and I finally understood that these bastards were specifically targeting those unruly guys.
Whoever had anger in his eyes and dared to fight back would be beaten harder by the men.
This violent beating only left the exorcists with bruises and swollen faces, and they were in a miserable state. At first, some people screamed for pain, and some even begged for mercy. But seeing that these people didn't hold back at all, they simply shut up and said nothing, no matter how painful it was.
He also tried his best not to make a sound.
I can see that everyone is holding a fire in their hearts. Originally, exorcists are people who are aloof and at the forefront of the world. Being beaten like this by a group of rough and tough men is simply a stain on their lives!
I don't know how long the beating lasted before someone said lazily: "Okay, don't really beat them to death. It's hard to catch exorcists now. If you kill one, you will lose one."
As soon as the man spoke, the men immediately put away their rubber batons and stood neatly outside the carriage. At this time, Weiwei raised her head and looked outside the carriage.
A pale Asian man outside was covering his nose with a handkerchief, and said with disgust: "What did Mr. Smith do? Won't you clean up these people? It really stinks!"
He may have refused to get on the bus, but instead ordered to the people around him: "Pull out and count the number of people. Once the numbers are gathered, we can set off!"
The men swarmed in and threw us out like chickens. Those of us uninjured exorcists were okay. Although our hands and feet were sore and weak, we were able to hold our bodies steady.
On the contrary, Bloodthirsty Jack's legs and arms were broken, and the slightest movement caused excruciating pain.
But this guy is a tough guy. Even though beads of sweat oozed from his painful head, he never made a sound.
A dozen exorcists were lying on the ground in a huddle, without any image at all. The Asian man who only looked at them laughed strangely and said, "Is this an exorcist? What's the difference between each one of them and a dead dog?"
He scanned them one by one as if looking at goods. As he scanned, he said: "Tsk, tsk, the old foreigners from Xiaojingshan, um, and the ghosts and gods from Ottawa? Not bad, not bad. The quality of this batch of exorcists is much better than the previous batch."
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"Hey, isn't this the sword-wielding disciple from Sleepy Hollow? Mr. Smith can do it! Isn't he afraid of offending the sword-wielding disciple?"
The sword-wielding disciple said coldly: "If you give me a chance, I will chop off your head with my own hands!"
A fierce look flashed in the Asian's eyes, and then he kicked him without hesitation, pulled out a long whip from his waist, and hit him viciously.
You can't tell that this family is thin and weak, but they are good at playing with whips. The shadows of the whips are heavy, and the sword-wielding disciples are covered with scars and blood is flowing from them.
But the sword-wielding disciple still held his body straight and refused to bend to him.
The Asian beat the sword-holding disciple to pieces, but he didn't dare to seriously hurt his life. Seeing that the sword-holding disciple refused to give in at all, he said with a fierce look in his eyes: "Okay! Let's see how strong your bones can be.
Until when! When you enter the laboratory, I will turn you into a slug!"
He put away the whip bitterly, turned around and saw Bloodthirsty Jack with his limbs disabled. He immediately frowned and said, "Isn't this Bloodthirsty Jack? Why are his arms and legs broken? Come on.
A few people, bandage him, this guy is a good material, but if he is really disabled, the effect will not be good!"
Several men put away their rubber batons, straightened his broken bones, and then wrapped them up randomly with gauze. Their bandaging technique was very rough, and they basically just wrapped it twice.
With this kind of bone-setting method and bandaging method, I doubt whether Bloodthirsty Jack will become a cripple in the future.
This group of men beat us to give us a warning, but after the beating, they selected the seriously injured ones and gave them some treatment to prevent us from dying on the road.
After struggling like this for a while, the Asian threw away his whip, put on a pair of white gloves inlaid with gold thread, and said: "My surname is Qin, and my name is Master Qin! You can call me Grandpa Qin, or you can call me Qin."
Ancestors!”
He pointed at us arrogantly and said word by word: "Grandpa, I don't care where you come from or who is standing behind you! In a word, you are my dogs now! As long as you obey me, you will be good to me."
Hello everyone, if you don't want to be obedient, don't blame me for turning against you!"
I wasn't surprised by this man's arrogance and domineering, but something else came to mind. The name Master Qin sounded familiar. Is he Chinese?