Chapter 1498

Zhang Niu, as a leader of the shadow department's grass-roots team, has average qualifications and strength, so he is bigger and stronger.

As a second-order psionic, he is still in the middle and upper reaches of the level, but in the face of a special psionic at the top of the first-order, he is as weak as an ox or a sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Zhang Niu's facial features were ferocious, and the severe pain made him unable to lift half a silk of strength. In a flash of cold light, a broad sharp insect sickle crossed his throat.

A blood line appeared from the incision, and the artery full of hot blood was like a broken pipe of a water pump.

Zhou Ying drags Zhang Niu's gradually paralyzed body and throws it in the muddy rotten ground. Yin's eyes stare at Zhao Xing who comes with Zhang Niu.

"Ah Zhao Xing, who was holding a machete tightly in his hand, roared and gave himself courage, but his legs could not help swinging. In the four person team, all three of them died, and he was the only one left alive!

Finally overcome the fear, toward Zhou Ying rushed to Zhao Xing, a face to face, Zhou Ying's agile figure immediately across in front of his body.

The left claw, which turned into an insect's sharp limb, was embedded in his abdomen. The blood trickled down the sharp limb onto the soil. Zhao Xing turned his head and looked at Zhou Ying.

"Wow!" Zhou Ying slowly pulled out the arthropod inserted into his belly, and in the face of his resentment, he showed a cold white tooth with a smile...

"pack up! Hurry up. We can't go back at dusk because of these stupid people who don't know how to die! "

Zhou Ying took the sackcloth from the ox cart, wiped his hands casually, and told the ordinary men to clean up the body. He was back in the carriage, lazy with his eyelids, leaning against the sack and unwilling to move.

A team of four people in total, only two storage rings were found. In addition, several weapons and armor were tied to the pedal of the carriage with hemp rope.

Zhou Ying rubbed the two storage rings in his hand, frowned slightly, and received them in his pocket without saying much.

Xiaohang, who is still lying in the reeds, covers his mouth. His young body is shaking, and his other hand is clasping the rotten mud and grass roots.

He glared at the red eyes, staring at the four dead bodies beside the ox cart, and the big crystal tears fell on his lapels.

The sun in the sky slowly slants to the west, and the golden afterglow of dusk makes the lush reeds more poetic.

The docile green ox was heavily whipped by the long whip. He immediately moved his strong limbs and walked along the path towards the distance. What he left was only blood and four corpses.

When the sun disappears and the afterglow dissipates, the starry night comes. Xiaohang is still lying in the reeds. The noisy insects get into his sleeve and don't care in his collar. He's waiting!

When the night gets dark and midnight comes, in the early hours of the morning, he supports his rigid body, but does not care to shake off the mud. He carefully climbs along the reeds to the side of the muddy path, like a stealing dog, carefully pulls four bodies into the reeds.

The visible distance is no less than two meters in the dark. Xiaohang looks at his elder brother, who is still a little warm. He tries to hold back his choking voice. His hands are too hard and his knuckles are white.