484 Twelve Evil Ghosts
The lights in the small factory turned on, shining on the second floor. In that corner, a man in a wheelchair was being slowly pushed out. There was a long scar on the man's face, which ran from the eye on the left side of his face to the chin on his right cheek. It was shocking. He seemed to be quite old, with white hair and some ugly age spots on his skin.
This old man is not alone, there are twelve people standing behind him. Everyone had a devil's mask on their face, they were very ferocious, as if they had really crawled out of hell, and they all stared at Murong Ying and the others fiercely.
"You are not Chinese."
Murong Ying looked at the nagging old man on the second floor and asked directly, "Where are you from and why do you want to touch my people?"
"This girl... I'm so sorry. You can call me, Lao Mo."
The old man said with a smile, "You will like this name, because I like it very much. However, I will never be polite to those who break into my village."
"What did you do to them two?"
Murong Ying had a bad feeling.
The old man clapped his hands, and a man with a grimace immediately threw two people out.
Both men had passed out, but all the bones in their bodies were broken.
"If they break into my village without permission, I will punish them."
The old man's smile looked like he was crying. This smile paired with his face was really scary.
"Girl doll... you guys will also be punished like this."
The old man said very rudely.
"It seems you really don't know anything."
Li Fan sighed, "Daughter-in-law, I don't care, you can do it yourself."
Murong Ying said that he and Bodhi would not be allowed to interfere. It happened that he had one arm that he couldn't use, so he just stood there and watched the show.
"Amitabha..."
Bodhi recited the Buddha's name, and he didn't know whether he was reciting it for Murong Ying or for these thirteen unlucky ghosts.
"These are the twelve evil ghosts that I have trained. Each of them has reached the pinnacle of strength."
The old man looked confident, "Any one of their twelve masters is enough to send you to the West. Hiding in Yaowang Village, these twelve people are my last guarantee."
Although he didn't know who this old man was, Li Fan felt that he might be miserable today.
Li Fan didn't interfere, but he was still curious.
Before both parties took action, Li Fan asked first.
"Anyway, we are going to die today, so why not let us die in a more understanding way?"
"This little kid is somewhat self-aware."
Lao Mo nodded, "I appreciate smart people. If you want to know anything, just ask."
Murong Ying understood Li Fan's intention, so she remained silent.
"Old gentleman, where are you from? Why did you choose to hide in this inhospitable Yaowang Village?"
"Me?"
Lao Mo's eyes seemed to be full of memories, "That girl just said... I am not Chinese."
He thought to himself that there were only a few dead people anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to talk to them about his own affairs. These things have been kept in my heart for so many years, and I have to tell others about them. Living people can't say it, but dead people can.
"I'm from the island country. My real name... seems to be... Ryuyama Koji..."
It seems that because it has been so long ago, Lao Mo has forgotten his original name.
He muttered for a while and continued, "I come from... Dongcheng Society of the island country... At that time... we were defeated and everyone was retreating to the country. However, a group of dead soldiers were left on the mainland to cultivate underground forces and wait. With the Emperor's army, we will set foot on this land again."
Damn it... Li Fan's heart skipped a beat, this old immortal was actually a figure from World War II
This guy must be seventy or eighty years old, right
It seems that in Yaowang Village, there is no shortage of natural materials and treasures, and this guy actually lives a long life!
"This is our Dongcheng Association's... fledgling plan left over from back then. There are also... many fledglings left on the mainland, lurking among you. As long as these chicks are here, sooner or later the mainland will become something in our hands. .”
"What a beautiful thought... Fascism has been destroyed long ago!"
Li Fan sneered, "You know how to choose a place, daydreaming in this deep mountain and old forest. I think you are not too young, so you might as well go to rest early. What do you think?"
"Little doll... you are too naive."
Lao Mo gently tapped the ground with the crutch in his hand, "We chicks... have grown into full-winged eagles! How do you martial artists today compare with the eagles!"
"Yeah?"
Murong Ying had almost heard it. She took a step forward and pointed two fingers at Lao Mo on the second floor, "Then let me try to find out how much your so-called eagle weighs."
"Okay... Now that I've heard the story, it's time for you to take my secret and go to hell."
As Old Mo said, he struck with his cane and a grimace-faced man suddenly disappeared, and then appeared behind Murong Ying in an instant, holding a dagger in his hand, as if he wanted to slit Murong Ying's throat!
Li Fan had to admire, what a powerful assassination technique!
This Lao Mo has trained twelve amazing killers.
Twelve killers who reached the pinnacle... Tsk tsk, when did reaching the pinnacle become so worthless.
Murong Ying raised two fingers and flicked the dagger.
"when!"
The dagger was knocked open directly, and the sharp blade on it had been curled up, which showed how domineering the sword energy on Murong Ying's fingers was!
"I'm really sorry, but I, Murong Ying, will accept the heads of these twelve evil ghosts!"
As Murong Ying spoke, two fingers had already been inserted into the temple of the evil man!
"puff!"
The sword energy burst out from the other side of the evil ghost man's head, crushing his head!
When Murong Ying shows off her power, not everyone can stop her!
"Nani?"
A rare phrase in island Mandarin popped out of Lao Mo's mouth, and Murong Ying had already used Qinggong to jump to the second floor!
The remaining evil male guardians were eager and rushed towards Murong Ying.
But what kind of person is Murong Ying? Her high heels are on the railing on the second floor, her body is as stable as Mount Tai, and her hands are like swords. Anyone who comes half a meter away from her will be beheaded by her mercilessly!
"idiot!"
Lao Mo saw that Murong Ying was difficult to deal with, so he pointed his stick at Li Fan and the others below.
"Catch those people and force her to submit!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two men with grimaces appeared in front of Li Fan.
Bodhi stood aside and really had no intention of taking action.
Li Fan's face sank, "Nah, are you bullying the disabled, right?"