He couldn't figure it out, how could this damn little bastard know that he had killed five people in total?
"Don't listen to his nonsense, brother, come on! Hack him to death with a knife."
"Yes! Brother Tiger."
So the gangsters began to rush towards Fu Yang.
Gu Jianyang couldn't help it anymore and said with some worry: "Master, stop playing... people are rushing over."
Fu Yang turned around and cursed: "Little bastard, do you want you to teach me? Watch, your master is not pretending to be cool, he is really awesome. Hahaha."
Fu Yang laughed, and then casually drew a talisman in the air towards the group of bastards who were yelling and thinking that they were so awesome.
It’s the Maoshan Flying Sickle Curse!
"Maoshan Flying Scythe, go ahead. Cut off the connection between their bodies and souls."
Fu Yang waved his hand.
Many curved gray sickles immediately flew out from the shadow of the talisman, spinning rapidly and slashing at the legs and feet of these gangsters...
Huh? What the hell?!
All of these people's attention was focused on Fu Yang, and now it seemed like so many gray rotating objects were flying out of his hands. Are they doing knitting?
But such doubtful thoughts only appeared for less than a second, and they soon knew...
Puff puff puff, puff puff puff!
The gray scythe phantom instantly cut through the knees of all the gangsters, directly depriving their calves and soles of their feet from the connection with their souls.
In other words, everything below the knees is completely disabled.
Thump thump, thump!
One after another, the gangsters fell to their knees on the ground, and they all looked confused and had no idea what was going on. Why couldn't they control their legs at all?
"W-what's going on? I can't move my legs?"
"Damn! What just happened? What the hell is that gray thing?"
"Could it be that...the person in front of me knows some sorcery?"
"Nonsense! This is the 21st century, and we are all atheistic materialists. Why are you still practicing superstition?"
These little gangsters started shouting immediately.
Fu Yang felt a little funny after hearing this.
Some scum of society have the nerve to say that they are atheists, materialists, etc.
In fact, just now when Fu Yang drew the phantom of the luminous talisman in the air, and then shot out many flying scythes. Although the gangsters who were rushing hard could not see clearly, the black tiger behind him could see it clearly.
Clearly!
After witnessing the whole process, his heart was already cold, shocked and horrified.
Because what Fu Yang did was definitely not something a normal person could do!
"Run quickly!!!"
This was the first thought that came to his mind.
I have to say that this guy is still very aware of current affairs. But it's too late. How can Fu Yang let a guy who is guilty of five lives go away?
"You want to run away in front of me? What a joke!"
Fu Yang snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand forward, revealing the mysterious beast's mouth in the palm of his hand. The power of the ghost was slightly moving...
Claws of Ghost Path!
Hula la.
A phantom black claw, as thick as a wire pole and covered with fine scales, passed directly over the heads of the crumpled gangsters and grabbed the black tiger who turned to run away.
Just like an eagle catching a chicken, it easily caught it in its claws and then pulled it back in the air.
Shocked, completely shocked!
The gangsters with "broken legs" who witnessed this scene were already stunned and their mouths were wide open. They simply couldn't believe their eyes.
"Oh my god! This, this, this, this is a spell! It's like a magic spell from a god. So there really is a spell in this world?"
"We were actually attacking a magic master just now? Aren't we looking for death?"
"But we didn't mean it, we just listened to Brother Hu...oh no, it was Hei Huzi. He is the culprit."
These little gangsters, who were already frightened, were trembling and whispering among themselves.
Of course, there are also people who are very dissatisfied and complaining about their colleagues.
"You can't blame us. How can such a powerful master be so idle? He even plays the game of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger... he's so pretentious."
There were also many gangsters who thought deeply and nodded in agreement.
At this moment, the black tiger had been caught back by Fu Yang with the claws of the ghost, and was suspended in mid-air in front of him.
"Gods have mercy on me, gods have mercy on me!"
At this time, this "social tiger brother" was completely scared to death and could only keep begging for mercy.
Fu Yang really had no interest in arguing with him, so he just squeezed hard.
boom!
A soft sound.
Fu Yang was like squeezing a chicken to death.
He immediately crushed the leader of the underground gangs in Pengpu New Village, Hei Huzi.
Because the claws of the ghost were used, naturally it wouldn't be so bloody. The moment the black tiger was crushed like a chicken, it was turned into balls of black dust, slowly falling from the air...
The other gangsters who were still kneeling on the ground were all dumbfounded. With incredulous eyes, they looked up at the gray dust that the black tiger had turned into, slowly falling.
They didn't have time to beg for mercy.
A black smoke, like lightning, snaked in quickly like a poisonous python!
I circled around them, and then I seemed to have found the target.
Swish, swish, swish!
The black smoke was like an arrow that could track on its own. It quickly penetrated through the hearts of several of them, instantly piercing their hearts and causing them to fall to the ground and die. This unpredictable ability made it possible for people to still be alive.
The little gangsters were so frightened that they started to cry loudly.
Fu Yang turned around and looked at Qin Mei helplessly.
Qin Mei pursed her lips: "I have carefully looked at the sins with my spiritual sense. Those who were killed were the ones who had committed the most heinous crimes and deserved to die in the first place."
Fu Yang smiled: "I'm not a virgin bitch, and I don't blame you. The scum that deserves to be killed was meant to be killed! If you don't do it, I plan to kill him too. Haha."
The remaining gangsters who were still alive were guilty of crimes that would not lead to death. Therefore, Fu Yang used the flying sickle curse to "mutilate" their legs, which was considered punishment.
Then, Fu Yang took Qin Mei and Gu Jianyang and left in a swaggering manner. The supper tonight was quite enjoyable.
So I’m too lazy to bother with these disabled gangsters anymore…
They were left looking at each other in a dimly lit alley.
"When the police come later, how can we explain it? If we tell the truth, we will be regarded as crazy, right?"
This is a question that arises in the minds of the survivors present... (Third update)