When everyone saw this person, they were stunned.
"Um! Um! Um..."
The man opened his mouth and wanted to make a sound, but it was obvious that he was subjected to a trick, his mouth could not speak, and his soul could not urge him. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, lying under the box...
"This...who is this?" Zihong asked in a daze, her little face full of fear.
"It's probably our compatriots in the Dawn Territory!" Wang Hen said hoarsely, his fists clenched tightly.
"What? That means... that Chaoyun! Is it practicing with our compatriots?" The soulless person lost his voice.
Everyone's breathing trembled and their brains became blank.
"The people of the Dark Dynasty are indeed extremely vicious! They actually practice with living people! Damn it! It's really hateful!" Another man said gritting his teeth.
"No wonder these boxes cannot be placed in the storage space. If they are living people, once they are put in, they will probably only be dead bodies." The scholar frowned.
"Everyone, it's not the time to talk about this. I have a rough observation. There are more than a hundred boxes in total. These are our compatriots. Once we send them to the tent, they will definitely die without a complete body!
I have to find a way to save these compatriots!" Zihong came back to her senses and said gritting her teeth.
"Save? How to save? We are unable to save ourselves now, and we can still save them? Zihong, don't be naive. The most urgent thing is to find a way to leave this. If we don't leave again, the consequences will be the same as theirs!"
The scholar shook his head and said.
"But..."
Zihong wanted to say something, but when she said something, she couldn't say it. She could only lower her eyebrows and sigh, clenched her hands tightly, and her eyes were full of unwillingness.
"Hey, what are you doing? Who asked you to open the box? Bastard! Are you tired of living?"
At this time, a supervisor saw the situation here, immediately looked angry and ran over angrily.
Wang Hen quickly calmed down and quickly clasped his fists and said, "Sir, we accidentally knocked over when we were transporting. Please forgive me!"
"Sorry? Dog stuff! I can't even move a box, what else can I use for you?" The supervisor shouted angrily, and then kicked Wang Hen hard.
Bang!
Wang Hen flew out instantly and hit a barrier. When he rolled down, he was already spitting blood in his mouth and his skin was blooming.
"Brother!"
The purple and red people were shocked and rushed forward and helped Wang Hen up.
"Bastard!" A soul angrily glared at the supervisor, his eyes full of resentment, and he wanted to teach the supervisor a lesson, but was held down by Wang Hen.
Wang Hen shook his head secretly and signaled him not to act rashly.
Everyone had to swallow their anger.
"What are you doing? Why don't you get out of here and move the box for me! If the general's practice is delayed, you can get into the box for me!" The supervisor was furious and pointed at Zihong and roared.
People almost always bite their teeth, but at this critical moment, they can only endure...
Wang Hen stood up with difficulty, lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Calm down for me! Listen, go and move the box to the handsome tent immediately! Do you understand?"
"But...Brother..."
"Do as you do!" Wang Hen said angrily.
Everyone lowered their heads, gritted their teeth one by one, and finally followed Wang Hen's words, all returned to the box, carried the boxes containing living people, and walked towards the coach's tent.
Although Wang Hen was injured, he did not pretend to be dead at this time and still carried the box forward.
The anger on the supervisor's face disappeared.
Bai Ye also carried the box forward. He looked around secretly and quietly stared at the purple and red crowd.
He doesn't feel like he's involved in this matter, nor does he care whether the person in the box is dead or alive.
He only hopes that these people can arrive in Xixuanmingzhou safely, and then introduce themselves to the strong people, so that those strong people can take him away from here.
That's enough!
However, everything was obviously not as smooth as Bai Ye thought.
Just as Bai Ye lowered his head and followed the crowd, a soul maker slowed down.
He turned his head and whispered to Wang Hen next to him: "Brother Wang, this is an opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"What do you mean?" Wang Hen asked with a frown.
"Brother, where are we going now? We are going to the guard tent! We are going to Luankong, and we may take this opportunity to kill Luankong!"
"Don't I understand what I said before? With us, Kill Luankong is undoubtedly a death!" Wang Hen's face changed and he shouted in a low voice.
"Brother Wang, maybe we can't do it, but have you forgotten it? We still have more than a hundred helpers!" The soul man said in a cold voice.
When he fell to the ground, Wang Hen's breathing suddenly tightened.
Everyone's pace couldn't help but stagnate, and everyone's eyes fell on Wang Hen.
The air is unusually quiet.
People seem to hear each other's heartbeat...
yes..
More than a hundred helpers!
This combat power has been increased several times out of thin air...
"Hey, what are you all stopping? Do you keep a dog and mother, don't you want to live anymore?" The supervisor shouted angrily, and immediately took out a whip with a large number of runes printed on them and slapped them hard at the bodies of these people.
.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang...
The whip hit the body, making a burst sound.
Bloody scars immediately appeared on several soulmen.
Everyone was full of resentment and their eyes were almost blood-red when they stared at the supervisor.
The supervisor was stunned and stared at Wang Hen and said, "What are your eyes? You, a dog, dare to look at me like this? Kneel down!"
After saying that, another whip hit Wang Hen.
But when the whip fell fiercely towards Wang Hen's head...
Tag!
A strange voice came out.
When he saw that the whip was firmly held in Wang Hen...
"What?"
The supervisor was stunned.
He hurriedly wanted to pull the whip back, but Wang Hen exerted force and grabbed the whip tightly.
No matter how the supervisor exerted his force, he could not pull the whip back half a minute.
"Rebellion! Rebellion! Are you low-level military workers going to rebel?"
The supervisor widened his eyes, let go of his whip and retreated repeatedly, and hurriedly shouted, trying to attract his companions around him.
But... he let out a shrill roar, and no one noticed the Dark Dynasty soul master who was a little further away.
"The sound is blocked?" The supervisor suddenly understood something, his face changed horror, and he hurriedly took out a magic weapon from his waist to activate it.
That is a signal magic device.
But before his magic weapon could be activated, a flash of light flashed across his powerful neck...
The supervisor trembled all over and froze in an instant.
A long slit of blood flowed out from his neck.
"You...you..."
He pointed at these people and wanted to say something, but he could no longer speak...
Chapter completed!