V2.Chapter 706

The next day, late at night, early in the morning‘ Ghost 'once again visited Fenshui City, but this time it was not the North City, but the west city.

Because of the lesson of the previous night, the garrison tonight has been in the spirit of 12 points. Even at dawn, it will be dawn soon, and the soldiers' eyes are still wide open. They look around from time to time for fear that ghosts will suddenly appear around them and bad luck will come to them.

However, the vigilance of the soldiers did not stop the arrival of the "ghosts". The "ghosts" who suddenly appeared on the city head killed the spiritual practitioners who released insight at the first time. Then, they began to kill the defenders at the city head.

As soon as the city was in chaos, the security forces in the camps under the city wall rushed out one after another and rushed to the city.

Relying on the large number of people, they planned to surround and kill "ghosts" with the tactics of a sea of people, but they didn't think it was just what the "ghosts" wanted.

Let him find the enemy one by one. It's better to let the enemy go together. In this way, it saves time and effort, and it's more efficient.

The "ghost" combined the two knives in his hand and turned them into sickles. Then he began to kill the Angolan soldiers at the head of the city.

As the army of terror gathered in the sky, they waved sickles and fell on the city.

The scene turned into a one-sided slaughter. Soon, the bodies of the Angolan army piled up on the wall like a mountain, countless.

The more they fight, the more frightened they are. The more they fight, the more afraid they are. Just now, the crowded Ann army, who was crazy to the head of the city, has become like being chased by ghosts, crying for his father and mother and running down the city.

Just now they want to run again, which is so easy‘ The ghost 'dragged a sickle and rushed into the crowd, killing back and forth, attacking left and right, and countless soldiers were affected by the black fire to death, let alone those who died under the sickle.

The "ghosts" chased and killed all the way from the top of the city to the bottom of the city, and then chased and killed into the city from the bottom of the city. On the road, the soldiers of the security forces were paved with roads, and many people were trampled to death. The situation was terrible.

Just as the "ghosts" were killing and rising, an Jun, who rushed into the sea of people, was headed by a man riding a tall horse. This was not someone else, but Wei Ling, the head of the county.

In the past, Wei Ling didn't believe in ghosts. Now he saw it with his own eyes, so he couldn't help believing it. The monster on the opposite side was burning up and down, but it was not a fire, but a black fire. It looked like a black fog.

What's more frightening is that a pair of green eyes are still hanging in the black fog. In the dark night, it seems as if two groups of ghost fires are beating, which is particularly strange and frightening.

"Shoot! Shoot it!" Wei Ling pressed down her fear and shouted at the surrounding an army.

The archers of the Angolan army hurried forward, twisting their bows and arrows one after another, aiming at the "ghosts" in front of them and shooting arrows together.

However, before the arrow array hit the "ghost", he had disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he appeared in the ranks of archers. The sickle of the burning fire swung up, but with one knife, five or six archers were cut to the ground. Then, as soon as he walked along, more than ten people were hit by the knife, screamed and rolled around by the black fire, and died.

"My Lord, the ghosts are coming towards us. Get out of here!" A general rushed to Wei Ling in panic and screamed.

Wei Ling also wanted to be tough and didn't want to run away, but the ghost was so scary that he turned his horse's head and fled to the center of the city out of a completely subconscious reaction.

As soon as he ran, the Anjun below had no heart for war. People gave up resistance and retreated like a tide‘ The ghost took advantage of the situation to pursue and kill an army to the middle of Fenshui city.

By this time, the sky has turned white, and the sky is getting brighter. For ghosts, dawn means that his shadow drift can no longer be used arbitrarily. He gave up and continued to pursue, but only a few dodged, and his figure had disappeared between the houses in the city.

This night, just from dawn to dawn, nearly 2000 Angolan soldiers died in the hands of "ghosts", and they still killed under the eyes of general Wei Ling. So far, even Wei Ling dare not say that there are no ghosts in the world.

After this night's uproar, the an army once again killed 2000 soldiers, and the rumors in the city became more popular. Even a large number of people gathered in front of the city master's house and asked Wei Ling to give up resisting the wind army and surrender to the wind army immediately, otherwise ghosts would haunt the Fenshui city. Wei Ling is a man of peace. It's understandable to be loyal to Yueze. But Fenshui city originally belongs to the state of Mo, and the people in the city are also Mo people. They can have no loyalty to Yueze, for fear of being implicated by ghosts.

Wei Ling didn't kill or persuade these Mo people who came to petition. She had to close her door.

On the third night, the ghost came as scheduled. This time, the ghost came earlier and arrived in Nancheng in the early morning. It didn't leave until dawn. This night, the number of damaged Angolan soldiers has increased to 3000.

One thousand was lost on the first day, two thousand on the second day, and three thousand on the third day. In three days, a total of six thousand soldiers were lost. Not to mention that the people in the city could not afford such a scare, even the defenders were in disorder.

As soon as it was dark, the soldiers began to sweat, and their hearts were raised to their throat. When the wind blew the grass a little, they thought they had met a ghost and fled in fear.

After all, these garrisons are local armies and have never seen anything in the world. The spiritual practitioners are not people with high spirit and martial arts. They can't tell whether it is ghosts or masters of spirit and martial arts who have made trouble in the city these nights.

On the fourth night, there were no defenders on the four walls of Shuishui City, and all the soldiers were huddled in the barracks in the city. However, the ghosts still came, so they rushed into the barracks recklessly and killed the security forces in the burning camp.

This night, the ghosts' attack on the garrison of Fenshui city was fatal. Countless soldiers had been killed, and the remaining soldiers had no fighting spirit. The garrison of more than 20000 people dispersed in a mass. Where did they still obey Wei Ling's command, still drop their weapons and scream and rush out of the City? Now people only want to escape Fenshui City, no matter where they fled, Even if it is to escape to hell, as long as it is not in Fenshui city.

It can also be seen that the garrison soldiers are really frightened by ghosts.

Wei Ling also organized the personal guards around her to stop the deserters, but they couldn't stop them at all. The deserters were like the flood of the sluice gate. The scene was chaotic, people turned upside down and threw down their armor. At this time, even if the gods came, they couldn't stop these fleeing soldiers.

Wei Ling, who was left behind by her teeth, soon attracted the attention of the "ghost", who dragged a long sickle and went straight to him. The soldiers around Wei Ling came forward with a stiff head. As a result, several came down, and dozens of soldiers had fallen to the ground.

The rest protected Wei Ling and retreated. At this time, the practitioners among the soldiers stood up and blocked the way of the ghosts. One of them held a spirit sword, pointed at each other and shouted, "are you... Are you a man or a ghost?"

The ghost didn't speak. Because he was burning a strong black fire, he couldn't see his appearance and expression clearly. Vaguely, the spiritual practitioner saw a white light in the black fire.

His heart trembled and he subconsciously took a half step backward. At the same time, the ghost appeared in front of him in an instant, and the grip of the sickle was also inserted into his belly.

Hoo! The black fire spread to his whole body, and the spiritual cultivator howled like a pig. Under the burning of his soul, it was a burning pain from the depths of his soul, and the pain was not human beings could bear at all.

Fortunately, the burning of the soul will make people die quickly. After only two or three seconds, the voice of the spiritual cultivator suddenly stopped, and the person also fell on his back. The other spiritual practitioners simply looked silly and were more convinced that the monster in front of them was not human.

"Kill!" As the soldiers of the head of the county, they had no way back. They either protected the head of the county to escape or died together with the head of the county.

Several people cast their spiritual skills at the same time, but what they hit was only the air. Ghosts appeared behind them. Sickles flashed and black fire filled the air. In the blink of an eye, several spiritual practitioners all followed their companions.

Although they are not powerful spiritual practitioners, the aura extracted from them is much richer than that of ordinary soldiers. I saw that the ghost greedily raised his head and absorbed all the aura floating in the air.

There was no scream at the scene. Wei Ling, including the soldiers around him, seemed to be in an ice cellar. The cold generated in her body seemed to have frozen their bodies. She stood there with numb expression and motionless.

He continued to vomit, then raised his sickle high and walked to the opposite crowd step by step.

"Not enough, not enough, I need more!" This is the first sentence that people hear ghosts say, and it is also the last sentence they hear.

Plop! When the last soldier died miserably in the dark fire, Wei Ling was the only one left except ghosts.

"You... Are you the wind man? Are you... Sent by the wind army?" Wei Ling retreated involuntarily under the close of the ghost.

As he retreated, he tried to pull out his sword, but one of his feet didn't pay attention. He was stepping on a helmet and couldn't stand. He fell on his back to the ground, and the pulled out sword was thrown away for a long time.

He was about to get up from the ground, and the edge of the sickle burning with black fire was in front of him.

For a moment, Wei Ling was sweating and soaked his official clothes. Until now, he couldn't confirm whether the man in front of him was a man or a ghost.

"I'm Wei Ling, the head of Gurao County in Anguo. Even if you want to kill me, you have to let me die to understand who you are?" Wei Ling's eyes became red with blood and stared straight at the 'ghost' in front of her.

"You can go, Yama!" While talking, the sickle was handed forward fiercely. With a click, Wei Ling's head fell off. There was no blood in the broken neck, but only Reiki.