Chapter 65 65. Escape and see ghosts

The head-eater, Ubank. He brought his two loyal hounds and the small baggage on his back.

He walked out of his tent lightly packed.

The neat look on his face made people wonder if this guy had been prepared early in the morning.

Walking outside the tent, he had just promised a huge reward on the high platform here, making a group of bloodthirsty and vicious thugs cheer.

But now, no one cares about the high platform that symbolizes the status of the leader.

The thugs were frightened.

They started shouting like headless chickens, running around, and even looked so nervous that they wanted to kill each other.

This is called "bombing the camp."

In the ancient times of Lan En's home world, it was called "Ying Xiao".

The old man quickly looked at Urbank eagerly. Now Old Hansen had great trust in his leader's wisdom.

On the small boat in the port, the two teams brought a total of nearly twenty children.

"My goods! Your dog! Oh my! My money!"

"Boss!" Hope suddenly rose in his eyes.

The cavalry on the shore rushed directly into the camp, and the tents could not block the horses' hooves at all.

And now, although he has reached the camp, he is much more efficient at killing people with a sword than with fire.

Now that I am safe and need someone to make money, I remember that I still have two sons. My heart is so hard!

You deserve to live as long as you do.

That fire is not normal.

The old man murmured softly.

Urbank also brought his two hounds to collect the people he needed.

A headless man with white hair and a beard stopped.

Old Hansen on the boat was crying, whether he was crying about his money or his hands.

He will definitely lie down after the effect of the medicine wears off. The best result is to temporarily lose his strength. He must use this time to create a safe environment.

"Hey! Old Hansen! Stop, stop, stop!"

His confused and panicked eyes regained some sense when he saw Urban.

The inhuman demon hunter is still killing people randomly.

The old man screamed in shock, but the veteran soldier's ability to cope with the situation was still online.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Are you stupid, Old Hansen? We're all here just to make ends meet. Who knows who? How can there be any help in this situation? Just take care of yourself."

The boat rowed a section of the dark sea, and the people on board looked at the shore in fear.

In pain, Old Hansen let go of his hand, and the child jumped into the sea with a "pop".

Still killing indiscriminately!

Urbank glanced at Old Hansen unexpectedly.

The child was anxious, and his eyes rolled up for a moment in anxiety, and then one of the two hounds originally coiled at Ubank's feet.

Urbank immediately trembled. He grabbed old Hansen by his collar and took him to the boat.

The two hounds at his feet followed step by step, and Ubank kept giving orders.

Looking at the outline of the fire, it doesn't look like a fire spreading randomly, but more like a queue?!

The witcher has companions!

Everyone has lingering fears.

"Say it, I'm listening!"

But at this moment, a brown-haired kid next to Old Hansen suddenly pulled out a small stabbing sword from his waistband, stabbed Old Hansen in the arm as the waves swayed, and then rushed straight to the side of the boat, ready to

Jump into the sea.

"The camp is gone, the manpower is gone. But we have to think about the future, right? If you are a human being, you have to eat, and you have to pay for it. Come on, listen to me. Let's grab a few guys who are still sober, and take advantage of this moment.

The demon hunter is far away, so hurry to the prison area to get a batch of goods to trade."

But Ubank, who was also at the port, saw the brighter and brighter firelight at the edge of the camp.

"Camp?" Urbank paused, but turned back to look at Old Hansen in surprise, as if he was looking at a child who was acting up.

"What? Boss, don't you care about the camp?"

"Damn human traffickers! Damn cannibals! In the name of Veserad, crush them!"

The words were logically clear and concise, forming a sharp contrast with the head-eater's rough and savage appearance.

"Although we can't take away all the goods, we don't have to share it with so many people now, right? It's still a good and profitable deal. Let the buyer give us a ride away. With money, where can we not

Are you having a good time?"

This fast-paced exchange made Old Hansen, who was confused and frightened just now, a little confused.

"It seems you have calmed down, that's good. Come, let's find a few more good guys together. We have to quickly transport the goods to the connection point at sea."

"There's no time to get the goods! There are helpers on the other side! Get the money alive, or go all out to get more goods, it's your choice!"

Urbank smacked his lips, feeling extremely regretful as he watched his camp fall into chaos.

There is a leader, no matter what level or character the leader has, there must be someone taking the lead. This is what a confused group longs for most.

This is the first reaction of the head eater.

"You're right! You're right! I will definitely go around them!"

Okay, old guy.

Everyone worked hard, pushing the oars against the port, rowing desperately in the water, wishing they had two more hands.

The sound of horse hooves shook the night sky.

"Just those two wooden cages, do you see them?"

It seems that what is about to collapse is not my hard work, but just a relatively convenient thing.

It's not even a pity, just a "pity".

This provides convenience for Ubank's behavior.

Even a person like Old Hansen, who didn't know a lot of Chinese characters, regained his composure with a few words.

And just at the edge of the camp, a strong and powerful voice shouted loudly.

The armed thugs, who had long since lost their command, were as frivolous as the cream on a cake under the cavalry charge.

The head-eater first tucked the valuable little bundle under his clothes, and then after looking around for a while, he called out to someone.

He wanted to cause as much damage to the enemy as possible before the potion expired.

So even though he was far away from the prison area, he still had to hunt down the remaining armed thugs in the camp.

Because at this moment, Lan En could clearly feel that his body was being damaged by the excessive toxins in the potion.

"It makes sense, it makes sense"

"Let's not move these two people in the cage. Did you meet that demon hunter just now? Damn, killing people is like killing chickens. How scary! I've seen it. He just did it for these two wooden animals.

The people in the cage are here, neither of us should move. We are all here to make money, why risk our lives?"

Urbank put his arm around Old Hansen's shoulders and pointed to the two cages in the prison area.

One is a small independent wooden cage that holds Margarita, and the other is a large wooden cage that White was kicked into.

But what is strange is that, as the leader of the camp, Urbank only showed extremely limited regret for the power that he was about to destroy?

He looks like a fucking ghost!

If he stood up to take command now, he would probably see him and rush over to him with a sword.

The armed thug, who had been frightened by Lan En for a long time, immediately became deft in his hesitant movements.

Several armed thugs on the boat looked at each other and began to pick up the oars hesitantly.

Old Hansen agreed repeatedly, then turned around and entered the chaos again, looking for his two sons.

But before he could continue speaking, Urbank interrupted him.

"Where did this little bastard get the sword? Who searched him!"

"Okay, let's all find someone, and then pull the goods to the boat at the port. Whoever pulls the goods will get the money. This is definitely fair enough. But I have some suggestions for you."

Who here can stop it?
To be continued...