Infinite Sims

Chapter 88 The Night of Relapse
"The donor's words are bad."

Wuchen didn't even look at Wang Wu and the others behind him. He just shook his head and said to An Niang in front of him, "The benefactor, the little monk has offended you."

An Niang lightly nodded her head, but said nothing.

Seeing that so many people suddenly came, she was already disheartened, but when she heard this voice, she somehow felt a little more at ease.

next moment.

Wuchen grabbed An Niang's shoulders, jumped onto the house, and flew towards the distance, with a graceful and elegant figure, like walking under the moon.

"No, he wants to run away, hurry up!"

Seeing this, Wang Wu hurriedly shouted.

Dozens of big and small leaders and thieves in the rear chased in the direction Wuchen left in a disorderly manner.

Many of the people who were good at Qinggong jumped to the roof, but with the exception of a few who were walking on the ground, the rest fell off because they couldn't practice Qigong at home and the roof was of poor quality.

the other side.

Under the guidance of An Niang, Wuchen quickly came to the slaughtering area she said.

As soon as I approached, I heard a weak scream from inside. Under careful identification, this scream was not made by one person, but a dozen people, or even dozens of people.

It seems that because the sky is dark, there is not a single thief in the slaughtering area, only a few thieves are standing at the door, leaning drowsily on the doorpost.

Wuchen did not disturb them, and took An Niang from the side into the slaughtering area.

It's a strange area surrounded by rudimentary wooden sheds, with a deep hole in the center.

"Is this the slaughtering area?"

Wuchen put An Niang down and asked.

An Niang looked at the shabby wooden shed around and heard the faint noises coming from inside, she couldn't help covering her mouth, and she nodded her head from crying: "Yes, that group of thieves killed the poor husband of the slave family here. ."

Wuchen followed her gaze.

Although it was extremely dark in the wooden shed, for a martial artist like him, it was like daylight.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of cages made of thick wood. In the cages, there are men and women with stripped clothes, old and young, disabled and healthy, but they are all half-dead.

These people are like animals in cages, without the slightest resistance.

But it wasn't them who screamed.

But above the cage, the people hanging on the big iron hooks, these people's bodies were penetrated by the iron hooks, but they did not die immediately, and could only scream in pain.

"Amitabha."

Wuchen does not understand why there is such a place in the world.

An Niang didn't stop her voice, she looked at the hole in the center: "Those thieves cut the slave husband's flesh piece by piece and used it as meat, and the useless bones and internal organs were thrown into the deep hole in the middle."

Wuchen turned back and took a few steps towards the deep pit.

In just an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a step back subconsciously.

In the deep pit, there are at least hundreds of corpses and bright red flesh and blood internal organs, which seem to be covered with something, causing those bones and flesh and blood internal organs to not rot, nor to emit the slightest smell of blood.

If you don't look at this pothole, just pass by, you won't even think that this scene will be inside.

"Amitabha."

Wuchen closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name.

In the past few days, he has seen a lot of tragic things, and even relatives who have fought against each other for half a stinky steamed bun.

But compared to this scene, it seems nothing.

Murder is one thing, but after killing someone, it is not only cruel to cut the other person's flesh to eat.

There is no doubt that the thieves in these cottages are not humans, but a group of demons in human skins.

Wuchen thought silently, anger and killing intent emerged from his heart at the same time.

"The monk is here, don't let him run away!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

A group of people holding torches rushed into the slaughtering area and surrounded Wuchen and Anniang firmly. There were also many thieves standing on the top of the surrounding wooden shed to prevent him from escaping with light effort.

An Niang leaned towards Wuchen in fear.

Looking at the monk who stopped moving after closing her eyes, she was very anxious, but she didn't know what to do.

"Master of the dustless."

Wang Wu walked out of the crowd with a little anger mixed in his smile: "I advise you to follow me obediently, as long as you can be seen by the big boss, you will have inexhaustible glory and wealth, even if you like martial arts, The big boss will definitely be able to give you a lot of help.”

Other leaders and thieves also made their own voices.

They all put on a relaxed smile, with persuasion, ridicule, and coaxing in their words.

"The Buddha once said, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot', but how did the devil become a Buddha?"

Wuchen ignored the voices around him, turned his head and said to Jiang Ren, who was always holding his right hand: "The benefactor of the stick, Xiao Seng thought that he would not hurt anyone after joining the WTO, but now it seems that Xiao Seng is a little whimsical."

Just figure it out.

Jiang Ren silently looked at the outside world without saying a word.

He knew that at such a time, the need for dust-free is not to respond, but to vent.

Seeing Wuchen, Wang Wu didn't respond, and even muttered to himself to the stick in his hand, and suddenly became a little impatient: "Master Wuchen, my patience is limited..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a black stick figure slashing towards him.

"This bald donkey doesn't talk about martial arts!"

A thought flashed in Wang Wu's heart, and then he waved the big knife in his hand, trying to block the long stick.

clang!
The black wooden stick and the fine iron broadsword collided, making a metal symphony sound.

The big knife was instantly pressed back on Wang Wu's body, causing his sternum to rupture, and the whole person flew out and fell to the ground, his life and death unknown.

"This monk doesn't eat or drink fines after toasting, and he does it. Remember not to let him run away, and don't hurt his face!"

A strong sweat with a beard on his face said, and he killed Wuchen with a sword.

He is the second master, and he is also the most powerful person in this cottage other than the master.

The rest of the people heard the words and rushed up.

They recognized Wuchen's Qinggong, but they didn't think his martial arts was so strong.

After all, Wang Wu was at the bottom of the group in terms of force, and it was not surprising that he was attacked by sneak attack.

"Amitabha! Tonight is the night of the monk's relapse!"

Wuchen said in a low voice, there was no fear in his eyes, only infinite anger and fighting intent.

tonight.

sleepless.

The flaming long stick turned into countless black afterimages.

Whenever it falls on the thief, it will bounce, crush, and even shatter their weapons, then break bones, shake flesh and blood, and disrupt internal forces.

With one stick, several people lost their ability to fight, flew out and fell to the ground, or passed out, or screamed.

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(End of this chapter)