The first wrench in the last days

Chapter 46
"Master has left, please go back!" Mu Chun stood at the door and stared fiercely at the mandarin duck in front of him.

"It was because I was not strict in managing my subordinates and offended the master. I hope the master will spare my brother's life." Yuanyang lowered her head, not as high-spirited as before, and looked a little downcast. At this moment, Yuanyang looked like a weak woman.

"I've said it all, the master is not here, go and subdue all the forces in West Street, you leave quickly, this is not a place for you to come." Mu Chun looked disgusted, if the master hadn't ordered not to fight, he would have to compete with her , since gaining the ability, he is no longer an ordinary person, so naturally he is no longer afraid of mandarin ducks.

Seeing Yuanyang taking out a knife from his arms, Mu Chun panicked, his eyes anxious: "What are you going to do, don't act recklessly."

With a "click", Yuanyang's left arm was severely chopped off, and blood splashed on Mu Chun's face. At this moment, Mu Chun was already frightened, and stared blankly at the severed arm that fell on the ground.

Yuanyang bit her lip reluctantly, covered her broken arm with her right hand, gritted her teeth, and forced herself to speak: "Tell the master, I, Yuanyang, gave up an arm for my subordinates, and hope the master can let them live. Since the master is going west, Street, then let me help the master one last time to make up for my mistakes."

Mu Chun stared at Yuanyang's arm, the cut was bleeding continuously, his eyes were full of fear, he heard Yuanyang's words vaguely, and just nodded in a daze.

"Hey..." Mu Chun stared blankly again, the mandarin duck had dragged his arms and left, his back was so bleak and lonely, his feet were light and shallow, and he was swaying, as if he was about to fall in the next moment, the ground was dripping with blood, Mu The arm at Chun's feet still seemed to be shaking.

"This..." Mu Chun bit his lip, it seemed that the hatred disappeared at this moment, and there was still a trace of sympathy for her.

Mu Xuan walked in front, followed by five people. Mu Qiu was a little shorter, without the vigor of a young man, but lifeless, giving people a gloomy feeling, as if in a cemetery. Mu Dong's face was as cold as ice, and he never spoke along the way. A white elf creature was riding on her shoulders, and Mu Zhu was accompanied by a puppy, obviously very cute.

The return rate is very high along the way, but few people dare to strike up a conversation. After walking through a few streets, the style of painting changes suddenly. There are few pedestrians in the place under the rule of the tyrant on West Street. Some people seem to be lying on the ground waiting to die. The atmosphere was lifeless. Some people squatted on the ground with their arms in their arms, staring closely at Mu Xuan and the others. They were like hungry wolves, their eyes were red, but their bodies were as thin as sticks. The ribs on their chests were clearly visible. There were some complete white bones on the ground. There were still some tooth marks, and a few people picked up the bones and gnawed on them. They didn't turn their heads when they heard the footsteps, as if they were eating a peerless delicacy.

"Master, it's so pitiful. Why are they so thin? Do you want to give them something to eat?" Mu Yuan approached Mu Xuan nervously, holding onto Mu Xuan's cuff.

"It's not worth it, a dying person!" Mu Qiu said coldly: "The breath of death rushes towards your face. Everyone has several breaths of death in their body. It's the breath of different people. The bones in the ground are the ones they ate. Everyone deserves to die, master, Mu Qiu begs for your life."

"Cannibalism?" Mu Xuan stared at the white bones on the ground. They were indeed human bones, and some of them were obviously very small. Thinking of the ancient saying that "yizi can eat people", now seeing such a disgusting side, he asked himself if he could not eat people. This kind of evil deed, Mu Xuan stared at the eyes of these people, the eyes that completely regarded his group as food: "Kill them, there should be no survivors here."

After receiving the permission, Mu Qiu's eyes were cold, and a breath of death spread. Black energy gushed out from the bones on the ground. Each black energy was connected to a certain person who was still alive. Mu Qiu's ability could control death. The resentment of the killed will stay in the body of the murderer, especially this kind of cannibal who swallows the resentment together.

"The power of death, spread." The smoke of death is spreading, paving the ground, making people feel like they are in hell. The smoke is slowly rolling under the feet, and arms are stretched out from the ground. There are adults and children. , There are men and women, but they are all hallucinations. At this time, people under the smoke of death really feel hell. Those dead people grabbed their bodies and tore their souls. Some ghosts screamed miserably: "Why did you kill me, why?"

"That's your son!"

"I hate it, I want you to die."

"You come with me"

When an incorporeal body is torn out of the body, one person will die. Some people murmur softly and cry like they are repenting: "I don't want to either, I just want to live, let me go, let me go!"

In just a short period of time, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot during the day, and a few of them wanted to escape but were caught by ghosts. Before they died, they still muttered: "It's not my fault, I was forced!"

After walking through this section of the road, the hearts of the few people are very heavy. In the past, under the rule of Yuanyang on West Street, although there was death and violence, the order was relatively sound. Now it is completely full of despair and death, which makes people feel heavy. Mu Xuan Feel the pressure.

As he walked further in, there were basically only withered bones left. There were noisy sounds behind him. They were very familiar. Mu Xuan turned around and saw that those walking in front were some of Yuanyang's generals. One of them had a beard all over his face. , the dark-skinned one is called Zhang Fei, his ability is metal skin, equipped with two machetes, he enters the crowd and kills all around, he also has a thorn head, tattoos on his body all the way to his mouth, and a belt around his neck. A collar, short red hair, and a braid. This guy's name is Sequoia. His ability is flame burst. There is also a person who can control plants. He carries a handful of grass seeds with him. His name is Zhang Zian.

"Subordinates, Zhang Fei, Sequoia, and Zi'an pay respects to your lord." Behind the three of them was a group of ordinary people, holding machetes and sticks in their hands, who looked like they were going to join the underworld.

"Why are you here?" Mu Xuan asked suspiciously, these people usually don't let them out on missions, why are they so enthusiastic to help him now.

(End of this chapter)