Chapter 1794： The dead arrogant Sir

The small village is terribly quiet.

At first glance, Gu Qiqi felt that something was wrong!

Sure enough, within a few steps of stepping into the village, a strong smell of blood came upon his face!

Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes converged on Gong Jue and Wu Er, anxiously asking the bosses for their opinions.

At this time, the emotions in Gong Jue's eyes were a bit more dignified than others.

Because, this **** scene hidden in civilian villages may not have been experienced by others personally, but he has actually experienced it!

The past of the slaughter village more than ten years ago suddenly surged in his heart, and the lingering childhood shadow brought to him by Earl Huff also followed his shape like a tarsal maggot.

However, Gongjue is Gongjue after all. Although this gloomy negative emotion lingers, he can still control it well with strong willpower, and speak calmly and calmly: "To the North Deep in the mountains, this is the only way to go. You can only pass through this village!"

Wu Er was completely convinced by his decision, and waved his hand: "How did the Fourth Master tell you to do it, let's go! It's just a small village, can there be ghosts that can bite people? Wait, keep that little girl in the middle."

The little witch doctor has a conscience!

Gu Qiqi glanced at Wu Er faintly.

Looking at Gong Jue again, the man still uses a thick hood to cover his head and face, and did not show too much verbal attention to her, but his pace has slowed down quietly, and the distance between the body and her is visible to the naked eye The earth gradually moved closer, guarding her side silently.

Gu Qiqi pouted his lips, and pierced the villain Gongjue countless times in his heart.

Tsundere!

Tsundere, will you die if you open your mouth to admit it? can you!

It's a pity that Gong Jue couldn't hear her inner complaint, otherwise, the man's vicissitudes and cold face would definitely have cracks...

Everyone approached the village with a strong smell of blood.

When they approached the first house, they were all dumbfounded!

On the broken wooden steps at the door of the room, a middle-aged man threw himself head down on the ground, his body was stained with blood, his stomach was cut with a long wound, and his eyes were bursting.

Obviously, it has been dead for a long time.

But before he died, he was very unwilling.

Everyone sighed, wondering who this middle-aged man provoked, and he could end up with such a tragic death in such a remote mountain village.

Is this the source of the **** smell?

however.

Keep going.

At the door of the next house, two elderly couples stood together.

Face up to the sky, the marks of the sharp blade cut from the forehead to the chin, which can be said to be a direct beating of the face.

His white hair was dyed red by blood!

Everyone was shocked!

If it is said that the middle-aged man in front of him, he may have been killed by vendetta.

Then this pair of elderly people who are more than ancient times offends who, so that they can't live long at such an age, and they will be put to death so cruelly?

Everyone's footsteps became heavier.

Along the way, this small village has only a few dozen households, but the doorways of every house are full of corpses. The shapes and methods of death are strange, but they are all very cruel and tyrannical without exception.

No wonder the whole village has a strong smell of blood.

Until everyone came to the last villager's house.

All the previous cruel pictures have been refreshed again! ! !

Even as calm as Gongjue, the face under the hood became a little bit colder--