Chapter 543 More Cruel Than Evil
After entering the real door.
Wu Xian seemed to have turned into a drone.
He flew in the canyon, passed through the tunnel, floated above the land temple, read the short story about the family and the land temple, and then floated all the way down the mountain.
finally.
He landed in a house in a village at the foot of the mountain, his feet stepping into a pool of blood. The blood in the pool floated up and formed a line of words.
'Return to the room you were in before and you will pass the test.'
The bloody words stayed in the air for two seconds before falling back to the ground. Wu Xian turned around and looked around.
This is a farmyard. Some wood and stone carvings can be seen in the yard, and red lanterns are hung on the eaves.
There were more than a dozen corpses lying around Wu Xian, including men, women, young and old. There were scattered packages on the ground. All the things that had been there before had been turned away, leaving only sundries such as clothes thrown all over the ground.
Near the gate, an old man was lying down.
Wu Xian had just seen this old man in the land temple. In the end, he did not wait to return to his hometown with his family, but died on the day he was supposed to go up the mountain.
If this family had not waited until the peach blossoms were in full bloom, perhaps they could have avoided this disaster.
Wu Xian shook his head slightly and sighed.
He had just floated here, so he was very clear about the route back to the room. Something was bound to happen along the way, so he walked to the door carefully.
At this moment, Wu Xian heard laughter coming from the courtyard. Judging from the sound, they should be rebels, and there were two of them.
Now Wu Xian is standing at the door.
If he wanted to escape, he could have done so before the two of them showed up.
But Wu Xian thought about it, and instead of running away, he assumed a charging posture for a Fire Kick towards the direction where the two men were about to appear.
soon.
Then two rebels appeared in Wu Xian's sight.
The two men were wearing black leather military uniforms with some shiny metal nails sewn on their shoulders and hands and feet. Their hats were crooked and their hair was messy. They carried rifles on their backs and held the property they had stolen from the house in their hands.
As soon as the two rebels saw Wu Xian, their faces changed immediately. They dropped what they were holding, reached for the rifles behind them, and were about to shoot Wu Xian to death on the spot.
But Wu Xian is faster than them!
He instantly appeared in front of the two men and kicked one of them in the chest with the sole of his foot that was flaming. The huge impact force kicked him away and he fell to the ground unconscious.
As soon as the other man raised his gun, he was hit in the face by the blood-thorned silk. While the sharp thorns were bleeding, red flames burned on his face.
The intense pain made him scream wildly, but after just two screams, Wu Xian snatched his rifle away and stabbed his throat with a bayonet.
After killing someone.
Wu Xian picked up two rifles and found that they were very old models and required the bolt to be pulled every time a bullet was fired. So he simply removed the bayonet and put it on his waist and threw the rifle into the well in the yard.
These two bayonets were the reason why Wu Xian attacked the rebels.
Wu Xian participated in the Zhenmen assessment. What he got here can be taken to the training center, which means he can get some weapons and equipment from the rebels!
However, this old-fashioned rifle was good for killing people but useless against evil spirits, and it would be too conspicuous if carried out on one's back, so Wu Xian only took a bayonet.
"It's a pity that these two men don't have pistols."
suddenly.
Wu Xian heard heavy footsteps in the distance and a man's rude shouting.
It seems that the brief fight just now was discovered by the rebels who were burning, killing and looting in the village.
So Wu Xian stabbed the unconscious rebel twice more to wake him up from the pain, and then he ran away quickly before other rebels arrived.
In no time.
Many rebels followed the screams and came to the yard.
A rebel who looked like an officer grabbed the injured rebel by the collar and asked loudly: "Damn it, who dares to mess with me? I'm going to skin him alive!"
"He is, he..."
Crack!
Before the injured rebel could finish his words, a golden thunder descended from the sky!
The lightning strike killed the injured rebel on the spot, and the officer who was grabbing him by the collar was also charred all over and his life or death was unknown.
This is why Wu Xian deliberately stabbed twice.
Because only when the damage reaches a certain level can the mark of anger be left!
……
After running out of the yard.
Wu Xian discovered that there were quite a few rebels in the village. Gunshots were heard from a room, and then a rebel with scratches on his face came out cursing.
There was a pockmarked rebel with a gun, stabbing each corpse one by one to prevent anyone from pretending to be dead.
There was also a wooden rack with a living villager hanging on it. The rebels holding whips were whipping the bloody villagers and laughing crazily.
Wu Xian hiding in the dark.
The pupil of the cat's eye shrank almost to a slit.
It's too awful.
It’s worse than encountering evil spirits!
These rebels treat humans more crazily, cruelly and ruthlessly than the evil spirits do. It would be better to say that they are evil spirits in human form than to say that they are humans.
But Wu Xian had no intention of doing anything to the rebels.
After all.
This is just an examination.
The scene experienced by every candidate was the same. Even if Wu Xian killed all the rebels, it would not change what had already happened.
And he didn't have the ability to kill all the rebels.
Wu Xian sighed.
No wonder those indigenous people are trying so hard to get to Taoyuan City. Taoyuan City may be hell, but the outside world has become a real hell because of the war.
Wu Xian shook his head and prepared to leave the village secretly.
As he walked to a pool of blood, more blood floated up from the pool and formed a sentence in front of him.
'The etiquette test officially begins'.
The blood words fell to the ground, and then the wind and clouds changed color, and the whole sky was covered by thick dark clouds, as if it had suddenly turned from noon to dusk, and the thickest dark clouds were right above the land temple.
Whoosh, whoosh…
A biting cold wind blew down from the mountain. After this gust of wind, it seemed like something happened in the village.
The rebel whose face was scratched by the woman looked around the devastated village.
"Damn it, what's going on? There's thunder and wind, it's going to rain heavily."
suddenly.
The painted-faced rebel smiled.
Because he found a hint of red behind a pile of firewood.
The painted-faced rebel walked over with his gun in hand and saw a woman squatting there, shivering with her back to him.
"You, turn around and let me see."
The woman continued to shiver, as if she hadn't heard anything.
The painted-faced rebel cursed and kicked, but his foot went through the woman's body.
Click, click, click…
With a cracking sound, the woman squatted and her head turned by itself. Her originally pretty face was covered with bruises from punching and kicking, and there was a hideous bullet hole in the middle of her nose.
She was the woman that the Painted Face Rebel had just killed!
"Ah, ah ah..."
The painted-faced rebel was so frightened that his legs went limp and he kept shooting at the woman, but all the bullets went through her face.
The woman grabbed his legs and dragged him to the back of the firewood pile. Her fingers left deep scratches on the ground. Then, accompanied by a scream like a pig being slaughtered, pieces of clothing covered with blood and flesh were thrown out bit by bit...
The pockmarked rebel who was finishing off the corpse on the ground suddenly found his foot being grabbed.
When he looked back, he saw the two corpses he had just stabbed to death, grabbing his ankles tightly.
The rebel holding the whip whipped the hanging man until he died, and finally satisfied his perverted desire.
He reached up and wiped the blood from his eyes.
When he took his hand away from his eye sockets, he found that the rack that originally had only one corpse hanging on it suddenly had more than a dozen more corpses, and all the corpses' eyes were focused on him!
(End of this chapter)
