Chapter 400

The crazy crowd was dispersed by the guards with knives, but there were only a few bloody bodies left in the original place, especially the body of walker, which was only a pool of flesh and blood. It could not be seen that this was once a person.

Blood dyed everyone's hands and clothes red, as well as the stones they still held in their hands.

They didn't go far. They stood by and became silent again.

Silent looking at the bodies on the ground, silent looking at those holding a sword of the house guards and the middle-aged man - Woodrow patrol.

"This... My Walker!" Woodrow stepped forward and looked at the blood on the ground. The only thing left was his clothes dyed red with blood and the knight's badge that was trampled into the gravel. His face turned white and his fat body was shaking. His outstretched hands stopped in the air and he took a few deep breaths. His expression gradually became ferocious and angry, Eyes ruthlessly cut everyone present, gnashing his teeth: "who is it! Who killed my Walker

Those who were as red as stones with blood still looked at him in silence, but this time there was no timidity and retreat, and even the stones in their hands were not put down.

The scene was so quiet that no sound could be heard.

McGonagall looked at the bloated Woodrow, it seems that he is the man standing behind walker, he can run rampant for many years, evil, he is undoubtedly the biggest umbrella and pusher.

It is not known how much benefit he can get from his evil deeds, but the number of people who died and suffered oppression and humiliation because of him is no less than that of wark.

He doesn't do evil himself, but he is the real devil.

"It's me." When McGonagall was ready to make a sound, the first old man stepped forward, looked at Woodrow gritting his teeth and said, "I killed him, and I bit off one of his ears. Now it's in my stomach. Do you want to open my stomach?"

Woodrow looked at the old man with blood on his face and meat between his teeth. His lips trembled and he pointed to him and said angrily, "how can you kill wark, but you dare to eat his ear, catch him for me, cut his ear and send him to Basti prison!"

"I've been working in the mine all my life. My two sons died in the mine three years ago. Our family paid all for jingkuang in the city of chaos. They raped my daughter-in-law, even my six-year-old granddaughter. My daughter-in-law hanged her in her arms, but no one gave me justice! I live to this day just to kill this bastard Walker one day. I want to eat his meat, drink his blood and chew his bones! " The old man looked at Woodrow with blood red eyes, stretched out a broken finger, pointed at him and yelled: "patrol? You dog officer, you will have retribution

"Get him! Shut him up Woodrow shivered with anger as two guards came forward with knives.

"I'll be waiting for you down there. Walker will die, and so will you! Dog officer, I will wait for you. " The old man took a look at McGonagall behind the crowd and killed him in front of Woodrow.

Woodrow looked at the old man's body, and subconsciously stepped back two steps. A creepy feeling rose from his back. The old man's two words before he died kept echoing in his mind.

Walker's dead. Who's next?

Woodrow was a little flustered.

"Who killed walker! If you guys dare to cover up the murderer, I'll put you all in Basti prison, and let you try all the torture in it, and you'll never get out of this life! " Woodrow, calm and surrounded by the guards, looked at the crowd and asked in a cold voice.

"It's me. I hit his finger with a stone. He took my sister away. Three days later, I found her in the river. I seem to hear her say that she is cold, but she can't speak any more. I bury her, and then I want to kill him." A boy who looks thin like a bamboo pole takes a step forward, holding a finger tightly in his hand. He looks like he is only 11 or 12 years old, but he has a calmness that does not match his age.

"It's me. I took out his eyes, just like he took out my mother's eyes at the beginning..."

A man stood up and looked at Woodrow, telling the past without fear.

"It seems that it is cheaper for him to die like that." McGonagall looked at the body of the old man lying dead on the ground, and the people who came out one by one, and sighed in his heart. A wave of anger began to rise from the bottom of his heart.

He knows that even in a chaotic city, there is darkness. Even in a modern legal society, there is no light everywhere. How can this city, which is groping for progress in legal system and equality, be completely avoided.

But he never thought that the darkness was such a cannibal whirlpool, and the same tragedy was constantly repeated. He clearly lived in such a city famous for equality and rules, but their lives were not respected.

The scum who died in his hands, and the guy who became his umbrella, are damned.

Woodrow looked at the people who came out one by one around him. Once, there were bony black mice in his eyes, but now there was a look of madness in his eyes. People who were no longer afraid of death were the most frightening.

"Lord turnkey, that's the guy who kicked Colin off. He must have killed Lord Walker! No matter how many of these black mice there are, they can't be the opponent of Lord wark, otherwise they won't wait until today. " Just then, a small young man standing next to Woodrow pointed to MEG behind the crowd.

Woodrow's eyes turned to McGonagall, showing a trace of surprise. The man didn't belong here as soon as he saw it. It was always calm like a pool of stagnant water. Why did such a thing suddenly break out in a place where even wark died? This guy is likely to be the culprit. He waved his hand and said, "catch him!"

"That guy challenged me and was killed by me in the duel. According to the law of chaos City, you have no reason to arrest me." McGonagall stood there, looked at Woodrow and said calmly, "what you should worry about now is how to arrange your own affairs behind you. After so many evil things, I think you will die as miserable as he died."

Woodrow looked at McGonagall and began to laugh. He bent over and burst into tears. At last, he suddenly stood up straight, his face turned away, pointed to the flesh and blood on the ground and gritted his teeth. "I have no son. Since I was five years old, wark has been with me. I have raised him as a son, ready to let him inherit everything from me, Let him feed me, and you killed him, not even a complete body left for me.

I'm going to kill you. I'm going to cut you and that little girl off and feed them to the dog, so that you can know what it's like to lose your son.

And these black mice, I'll put them all in Bastille prison, and I'll never think about it again.

Here, I Woodrow is Wang, no one can disobey my meaning!

What are you? "