And if this is the case inside the house, how can it be more than outside the house?

However, among these sighs, there is more sadness mixed in.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, but just like that, almost all of them were broken arms and bodies, and the blood flowed crazily and fast under the corpses. It was obviously normal weather, but at this moment, it was like a wandering blood maniac.

Hundreds of thousands of people have piled up the open space in front of the old house at this time, and it is tens of centimeters thick.

Han Sanqian stopped, and the long sword transformed by the little black stick flew back into his hand. He stood among the corpses and swept around coldly.

Han Sanqian was already covered in blood, and even his own hair seemed to have been sprayed by heavy rain.

But those eyes were piercingly cold.

Although he didn't move, he almost just looked at it with his eyes. The monster, which was still alive and nearly half as strong as a bull, stepped back several steps in a frightened manner.

They looked at each other hesitantly, their eyes full of fear.

Horror, really too scary.

Even for bullies like them who kill people like hemp and eat people.

This guy was alone, but he was forced to live under such a tight siege, treating his life like a straw, and killing wildly.

Even if they had experienced this scene, they had no idea how this guy did it.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, at this moment, Han Sanqian suddenly took a step forward.

There were many corpses on the ground, so although Han Sanqian took a step, the steps were extremely small.

But such a small step is tantamount to a huge movement in the eyes of everyone.

"Wow!"

The whole crowd was like a frightened bird, scattered several meters in a row, some exaggerated even turned around and ran away, disappearing without a trace.

Where did they have the prestige of killing and taking things before, they were more like the victims who had panicked in front of them countless times.

The way of heaven is reincarnation, who will the sky spare?

When someone runs, someone retreats, and someone runs while retreating.

Han Sanqian gave a slight disdainful smile, retracted the long sword in his hand, glanced at everyone again, and in the next second, walked away towards the distance.

Wherever Han Sanqian passed, the crowd naturally moved away, and no one dared to stop him.

And at the other end at this time.

At the hall in the north of the city, the ghost master had been waiting for a long time, when the black figure suddenly walked in a few steps from the outside, bowing respectfully: "Master, the person has arrived."

Gui Zun nodded, stretched out his hand slightly, motioning for him to bring someone in.

The black shadow receded, and only for a moment, the door was pushed open again.

A huge figure appeared on the door, almost completely blocking the light and shadow of the two doors.

"Ghost Master Yuncheng, long time no see." The man called softly and said loudly. JrNovels.com