Game World: Am I a toy of the system?

Chapter 157 Hunting!

"idiot!"

Some people are gloating in secret. Knowing that the Rainy Night Butcher is very powerful, they still dare to bring people close to him. What else can they be but idiots?

However, they all felt a chill in their hearts. When the butcher took action on that rainy night, there was no warning at all, and he was so quick and decisive without any hesitation, as if he was not killing anyone!

The Si people all frowned, and an old man said, "The mausoleum is a sacred place, and weapons are not allowed. If you have anything to say, let's go back and talk about it."

After a long silence, the man wearing the theatrical mask spoke again: "Hmph, go back?"

"After we go back, will this kind of thing still be our turn?"

Then he looked at Meng who was straightening the corpse, and said coldly: "Boy, I admit that you are good at kung fu, but in this era, no matter how good your kung fu is, how can it compare to firearms!"

As he finished speaking, all the bodyguards beside him pulled out pistols from their pockets.

"We don't ask for much, just tell us the secret of resurrection from the dead!"

"Then we will not only let Liu go, but also help Liu enter a higher circle. How do you think?"

"If you say no, today will not end well!"

"Even the Si people can't protect you!"

He did not lie. If the news of his resurrection were to spread, the Si tribe would really not be able to protect Bai Meng.

Although rumors stop at the wise.

But some people, because of the greed or desire in their hearts, will continue to move forward unswervingly even if they know it is fake!

Even if I make the same mistake again and again, I will never turn back!

Seeing the guns being pulled out, Si Fei sneered, "Fire a gun? Qian Shiming, what do you think this place is!"

As Si Fei finished his words, countless red dots appeared on the bodyguards holding guns.

An old man from the Si tribe frowned and said, "A group of people who are blinded by greed. The resurrection of Meng Zu is probably because something went wrong when he was just born, causing him to be falsely dead."

"What era is this? There are still people who believe this."

"ridiculous!"

Meng turned his head to look at the old Si tribe man who was speaking. His eyes were very strange, and it was difficult to understand or fathom.

Looking at the red spots on the bodyguards, Qian Shiming looked very unhappy: "Do you really want to do this to the extreme?"

"Don't forget who holds your clan in high esteem!"

Si Fei sneered: "It is this land, the people, and the country that support us!"

"We will naturally not forget these things, so we have been living a peaceful life and rarely get involved in messy things."

"But we won't allow ourselves to be bullied because of this incident!"

"You keep saying you can't afford to offend us, but you actually brought a gun with you before coming to Qiu Zuling in the middle of the night!"

"Who gave you the courage?!"

The atmosphere among the Si people and the people in the darkness suddenly became tense and on the verge of a fight!

Meng looked at the people on both sides.

"Haha, interesting."

Ignoring the gunman hiding in the dark, Meng chuckled and continued walking forward with the golden sword in hand.

Looking at the Rainy Night Butcher who was getting closer and closer, Qian Shiming's face turned ugly, and he immediately shouted loudly: "Old Zhang is dead, do you still want to keep us all here?"

"Are you from the Si tribe really not afraid of incurring public wrath?"

Si Jun had been staring at Meng from the beginning until now, and finally spoke: "Child, it's okay."

Meng was unmoved.

At this time, the feeling of being detached was getting stronger and stronger. He was too lazy to continue talking nonsense and had to quickly obtain enough human sacrifices to offer sacrifices to his ancestors.

The anxiety in his eyes grew stronger, and the golden mask on his face flashed, and when he reappeared, he was face to face with Qian Shiming.

Meng looked down at him, his eyes cold and ruthless, like a supreme god, judging the mortal world.

Qian Shiming opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

The next moment, the sharp golden sword had cut through his stomach and cut off his head.

The bodyguard nearby was shocked and ignored the red dots on his body. He turned the gun towards Meng and was about to pull the trigger.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~~

In the darkness, more than a dozen bullets were fired from a distance, splashing a few blood-red flowers.

Meng frowned and turned to look at the Si tribe: "Tell them to stop and don't destroy my ceremony!"

"What ceremony?" asked the Si tribe elder.

Are there other rituals that they don't know about?

Meng ignored him, took a step forward, completely blended into the darkness, turned into a dark ghost, and began hunting for sacrifices!

The shadows in the darkness suddenly became chaotic, and gunshots were heard from time to time.

"Break the bamboo, continue the bamboo."

"Flying soil, chasing away corpses."

Meng sang hunting songs in the Great Qiu language, and the golden sword flew up and down, killing all the enemies in front of him.

Bullets fired from all directions flew past his hair and clothes, and even if they hit his body, they were not as lethal as a fallen leaf.

"This is impossible!"

"Kill him!"

"I hit it, but..."

But he no longer had the chance to say it.

The system does not allow him to be harmed, coupled with Ying Yu's combat power.

Meng seemed to be dancing a dance from ancient times, a dance of killing!

Bloody, cruel, ruthless and indifferent!

A pale thunder dragon flew through the clouds, illuminating the surroundings.

Rumble~

With the help of this momentary light, the Si people saw corpses and broken limbs all over the ground.

The rumbling thunder seemed to sound in their hearts, and their hearts felt extremely heavy.

Si Fei murmured in confusion: "Is he...really Bai Meng?"

No one could answer his question.

Although Huang Yuxi was ordered to receive Bai Meng, Bai Meng did say in person that he wanted to come here.

But the scene before me is really unacceptable.

Who can stroll leisurely in the hail of bullets? It seems that the bullets are avoiding him, and even if they hit him, they can't hurt him at all.

Could this be the blessing from the ancestors of mankind?

This thought appeared in everyone's mind.

With the last enemy's head cut off, the hunt came to an end.

Meng stood among the broken limbs and arms on the ground, without showing any discomfort.

Even Si Fei, who used human sacrifices, couldn't help but shudder when he saw this scene.

"Bai Meng, are you... okay?"

Meng seemed not to hear and began to pick up the prey at his feet.

When hunting before, Meng had already marked the animals and kept the heads of the animals to be used for sacrifice.

Watching Bai Meng dragging the corpses to the front of the mausoleum, the Si people now understood what he was going to do.

Si Jun asked the others to stay, and walked forward alone, and asked seriously, "Bai Meng?"

Putting down the last corpse, Meng prepared for the next step.

He looked back at Si Jun and chuckled, "Yes and no."

"What do you mean?" Si Jun frowned.

He turned around, picked up a corpse, cut open his body with a dagger, took out the internal organs and arranged them into categories.

Then the next one.

In the past, these tasks were the work of the high priest, and Meng only needed to follow Dijie to offer sacrifices.

Although it was my first time doing this job, I felt it was okay and quite simple, also because the golden sword was very sharp.

Meng stood up and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and just then a tree-shaped lightning appeared in the sky.

"Do you know how I died?"

Si Jun narrowed her eyes, looked at him steadily, and said nothing.

Meng lowered his head and pointed at the vital bone at his waist, his tone calm: "Yan Huan gave me the witchcraft poison, and Xuan Zeng's witchcraft poison was put into Shi Guomei wine."

"She took one cup, I took another, she drank first, I drank later."

"But she finally used the golden hairpin to commit suicide. Before that, she threw her life bones into the urn room."

"You should know what this means, right?"

"Only Jun, who just turned one year old, was left."

"Do you know what I was thinking at that time?" Meng turned his head and looked at Si Jun with obscure eyes.

Si Jun's eyes were full of doubt, and he said in a dull tone: "Meng Zu has been dead for more than 3600 years. You are Bai Meng."

"Haha, I am indeed dead."

Meng was very calm. He was indeed dead and there was nothing he couldn't admit.

But he is also still alive at the same time, because he and Bai Meng are one.

Then he bent down and continued to remove the internal organs and prepare the sacrifice.

“I still remember the first time I saw Yan Huan, it was on the throne.”

"I fell in love with her at first sight."