Shen Qin stabbed the minions who were trying to stop him from going up, and finally climbed out of this dark cellar with Hao'er.

There was actually a wine kiln outside. Countless large porcelain vats were placed on the ground, and they were all filled with wine.

The surrounding wooden shelves are also filled with wine cans, all with various big red labels on them.

It turned out that this group of people threatened the wine cellar owner to hide his whereabouts. When someone came to investigate, they hid in the wine vat, so they kept it secret many times.

Oncoming were more than thirty Dark Snake Assassins, all of them fierce and murderous, and the weapons in their hands shone with a cold light.

"Chen Qin, my brother died at your hands. You don't want to get out alive today!"

A strong man with a scar on his face pulled out a knife fiercely.

"Give me your head obediently, and let us use it to make wine!"

A tall and thin shemale licked the blade of the sword with the tip of his tongue and shouted in a sinister manner.

"Hey, you forgot, he has the plague, so he can't drink the wine!"

The attendant reminded with a smile.

The strong man pulled up the mask covering his nose.

"Yes, everyone, please cover your mouth and nose, don't let this dead man spread the plague!"

Shen Qin coughed and sneered,

"There's so much nonsense, Hao'er, hide away!"

Haoer hurriedly hid behind the wine shelf behind Shen Qin

Shen Qin held onto the wine rack to steady her swaying body, and raised the bloody knife. There was an evil aura in her eyes that could block the killing of gods, and the corners of her blood-stained mouth curved into a cruel arc.

"Come on! Today, I will kill you!"

Seeing Shen Qin's posture, everyone couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts. No one dared to step forward first.

"Come on, everyone come together, kill this bastard, and avenge our Dark Snake brothers!"

The strong man raised his sword and shouted.

"Kill kill kill!"

Everyone emboldened their courage, set up their weapons, and rushed towards Shen Qin.

Shen Qin threw the jar on the wine shelf at the person in front, then raised his hand and wiped his neck with a knife.

"Ahhh!"

Then blood splattered and screams could be heard endlessly.

Shen Qin's attacks were vicious and fatal. In the flash of swords and shadows, flesh and blood flew everywhere. Some people had their heads shot with wine cans, some had their heads chopped off, some had their legs and legs cut off, and some had their chests split open.

Soon, corpses were lying scattered on the ground, hanging from the wine vat, and they died in a tragic manner.

The table where the wine was warmed was overturned, and the charcoal fell to the floor. When it touched the strong wine on the ground, it started to burn.

In the blazing flames, the battle continues.

Shen Qin's eyes reflected the red flames and the splashing blood, and there was no longer any trace of unbearability or hesitation.

He didn't want to kill, but in order to protect his loved ones, he would rather transform into the evil ghost Han Xiao again!

Hao'er, who was hiding behind Shen Qin, had never seen such a bloody scene before, and was so frightened that he screamed repeatedly.

During the fierce battle, Shen Qin did not forget to worry about Hao'er's safety. From time to time, he protected Hao'er with his hands and brandished the bloody knife, causing his flesh and bones to break.

"Hao'er, don't be afraid, my teacher is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but let out a low groan. The strong man from before slid down with his sword and hit Shen Qin on the shoulder.

Shen Qin immediately struck back, piercing his abdomen with a knife, and then raised his knee to kick him down.

"Master! Master!"

Seeing blood spurting out from Shen Qin's shoulder injury as the man fell, Haoer's tears overflowed again unsatisfactorily.

Shen Qin covered her shoulders, staggered a step, regained her balance, freed her hand, and touched Hao'er's head.

"Don't worry, my master won't fall down so easily!"

Hao'er saw that Shen Qin's Yintang was dark, but his eyes were full of love. He could only cover his mouth with his small hands to prevent himself from crying loudly, and nodded desperately.

His eyes followed the master closely, fearing that the next moment, the person he loved most would fall forever and never get up again.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like