Chapter 98： The strength of the deceased (3) (1/2)
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Lei Xu’s head rolled on the ground, his face solidified with fear before death, and the unwilling eyes were the boss.
The homeowners who were kneeling on the ground frightened their courage. They cried and smashed their heads, and their brains were smashed. They only asked the monsoon smoke to give them a living path.
Yang Lan’s figure appeared on the side of the monsoon smoke. The three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand was as bright as new, and the blood was not contaminated.
He is waiting, waiting for a monsoon to smoke an order.
It is killing, it is staying.
The figure of Yang Lan fell into the eyes of everyone in the depression, like the evil spirits who ordered the death, and they cried more and more miserable.
The cries are fierce, and the eardrums hurt.
The monsoon smoke slightly lifted his eyes and looked at the homemakers who were crying and purple, and faintly waved their hands, ”rolling.”
Those homeowners wake up as if they are dreaming, and they are grateful and screaming, but they want to go, but...
”What I am talking about is - roll.” The eyes of the monsoon smoke picked up slightly, and they were laughing, but they made everyone feel chilling.
This is the homeowner who intends to help the surviving attendants to help them back. This is the meaning of the monsoon smoke. They push the waiters who are helping the front, and they nod their heads like garlic.
”The little ones are rolling! This is rolling!”
Saying, they ignored the pain in their bodies, and they went all the way to the ground.
If it is not the case, I am afraid that the people on the side have already laughed.
Who can think that these family members who have made great fortune in the city in the weekdays will roll on the ground like a pile of mud.
The murderousness has stopped. The monsoon smoke looks at the ground and sighs. He raises his hand and pats Yang’s shoulders. “It’s hard.”
Yang Lan stood still in the same place.
The monsoon smoke looked at the homeowners who were getting farther and farther, like what they remembered, suddenly said: ”You, wait.”