The City of Terror

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Finally, Wei Xiaobei’s stone sign hanging around his neck gave off a faint white light.

As this circle of white light shrouded himself, Wei Xiaobei discovered that the pressure from top to bottom suddenly reduced a lot, so that his body can slowly recover from the curved shape.

"Well? The waist card of the paddle wheel messenger?" With this hesitation, the face of the ruling city squadron became somewhat black, but the weight was dissipated at the moment of its sound, let Wei Xiaobei Quietly relieved.

At this time, the white light emitted by the stone card disappeared on its own and restored its previous appearance.

"You and the Ming Wheel messenger have a reason?"

The ruling city and the terracotta warriors did not make their faces look good, but the tone was involuntarily and shackled.

Wei Xiaobei immediately judged it. I am afraid that the relationship between the Chenghuang Temple and Baita Mountain will not be too good, but the Chenghuang Temple does not dare to offend Baita Mountain. The land is fair to himself. It is entirely because of its lower rank. The reason.

Switching to the patrol city, the terracotta warriors and horses, so that the members of the Chenghuang Temple, which is equivalent to the status of the director of the Yangshui Public Security Bureau, can't be so kind to themselves. They can let go in time and don't kill themselves on the spot. It is already seen in this stone. Up.

In this way, Wei Xiaobei did not dare to take this stone to do whatever he wanted, and then nodded, but the whole body is still in a tight state, ready to break out.

No matter how big the difference between the strength of the opponent and the other party, no matter how old you are on the other side of the site, if the other party dares to continue to shoot toward themselves, then Wei Xiaobei will not sit still, even if it is dead, it must be dragged into the water!

"But, you are a mortal in the district. You are good at smashing the land of the city and the temple. You should have been punished for the soul. The **** is on the face of the messenger. Just bypass you this time, let's go."

The green robe officer was proud of his face. Very disdainful to say a few words, then the right hand gently waved toward Wei Xiaobei.

Wei Xiaobei didn't have time to react. He felt a flower in front of him. When he could see the surrounding scenery, he found himself leaving the county. He was in a narrow and deep ditch. There were stones everywhere, next to it. It is a ridiculous hill. There are some wild peach trees growing on the top.

Peach Hill!

For this deep ditch, Wei Xiaobei is familiar with this hill. When he was a child with his courage, he did not run here.

It is also a place from the county seat.

Because there are some wild peach trees on the hill, it is called the peach mountain, including the hill and the deep ditch where you are.

This place is located in the south of Baita County. The scenery is not so beautiful. It is a fierce land. It has been the place where officials have cut their heads since ancient times.

Ok. It is the imperial court of Baita County.

After the founding of New China, it is a place for execution.

In short, this is not a good place.

did not expect. The patrol city of the patrol city sent the horse to it.

But then again, it is estimated that his power can only be sent here.

Looked at the stone around the block, and Wei Xiaobei frowned.

These stones have a piece of black, dry blood that gives off a trace of blood.

This does not match the reality.

In reality, the place where the peach mountain murders are murdered is not in this ditch, but on a flat land next to it.

The prisoner was kneeling on the ground, and he slashed his knife. The shot was fired, and then the family of the prisoner converged the body.

Even if there is blood. It’s just on the flat ground, there’s nothing to do with lime.

It is impossible to contaminate the blood with this ditch.

Think of it here. Wei Xiaobei’s look has become more solemn.

The breath here makes Wei Xiaobei faintly uneasy.

You must leave here as soon as possible.

Wei Xiaobei thought for a moment and walked over to the ditch wall. As long as he reached the ditch wall, he could easily go out with Wei Bei’s skill or rooting under his feet.

But without waiting for Xiaobei to go out of two steps, there was a strange sound around the ditch.

This kind of sound like a knife cut into * is not big, but it is extremely scary in this quiet ditch.

If you change to an ordinary person here, I am afraid that this sound will have to be scared to death, let alone do other things.

Wei Xiaobei is naturally not the kind of timid person, with his legs on the ground and a boulder attached to it.

Waiting for Wei Xiaobei to go to the top of the huge stone, looking at the direction of the footsteps, I couldn't help but open my mouth.

It is a giant with a body size of more than five meters.

The upper body*, wearing a pair of gray trousers on the lower body, the style is simple, the muscles are not much, all are boiled meat, holding a big belly, holding a machete in the right hand, a red strip on the top of the head, a beard The look is awkward, the body moves, the body fat is like a wave, and a wave of waves has risen.

The style of light, the first impression in Wei Xiaobei’s mind is the executioner!

Except for the height of the body is too much, the rest of the executioners with the ancient heads of the clerk are really no different.

And what the executioner is doing at this time is also cutting the head.

There is a rare open space in the ditch. In front of the executioner, there are more than a dozen prisoners wearing ancient clothes. Their bodies and appearances are different. The only thing that is the same is that everyone has a tall neck. White cloth.

The white cloth is marked with red letters.

There are roadblocks, robbery, burglary, street murder, and adultery, murder and so on.

In short, these guys should be written on the white cloth inserted in the back of the neck.

"Hey!"

The executioner doubled his knife and cut it down towards a street killer.

The machete was extremely sharp, and all the way down, there was no obstruction at all. The head of the street murderer flew out, and the neck suddenly spewed a black blood.

The executioner's movements were quick, and half a man would work hard, and he would cut the heads of more than a dozen prisoners.

There was a black blood on the ground, and the body was squatting on the ground, and it was unwavering.

At this time. The hangman's eyes looked around and circled. Wei Xiaobei hurriedly lowered his body and hid himself in a pit on the boulder.

See no movement around. The executioner slammed the machete in his hand and inserted it on the ground. Then take a wine gourd from the waist and shake it, then pour it in your mouth.

Then a fascinating wine scent spread all around.

Even Wei Xiaobei, who was hiding on the boulder, couldn’t help but twitch his nose.

As a wine sensation forced to practice the amount of wine, Wei Xiaobei did not know much about the wine variety, but he could also feel the mellowness of the wine, and there was a hint of liquid in the mouth.

puff!

What Wei Xiaobei didn't think was that the executioner didn't drink the wine, but it was sprayed out.

The dense wine mist will pervade the surroundings.

What does the executioner want to do?

Wei Xiaobei could not help but wonder. But the situation that appeared in the next moment made Wei Xiaobei's eyes widen.

As the mist of the wine filled, the bodies in the mist of the wine began to shake. It took a long time to stand up from the ground. Both hands groped on the ground, and when they touched their heads, they put their heads on themselves. Around the neck.

A violent shaking, these guys who had been cut off their heads and couldn’t die anymore, were in perfect condition and squatted in front of the executioner.

The scars on his neck disappeared, and even a little scar was left.

Resurrected by death?

Wei Xiaobei could not help but have some interest in the wine gourd in the hand of the executioner.

Anyway. From the previous scene, the death and resurrection of these bodies are closely related to the spray of wine mist.

Hey!

The prisoners who died and resurrected fell to the ground and lined up. The executioner smashed his hand and carried the machete on the ground and chopped off the neck of these prisoners again.

To be honest, this scene is very strange.

The executioner repeatedly cuts his head, and the bodies are resurrected, but they don't know how to escape. They are like walking dead, and they are repeatedly beheaded.

If you can, Wei Xiaobei really wants a property to explore the past. Make the situation clear.

However, Wei Xiaobei was somewhat uneasi, and forced his impulses to be suppressed.

Wei Xiaobei directly put this kind of uneasiness on the executioner.

This executioner is by no means a general existence. Looking at it so strange, I know that it should not be a good thing.

Anyway, now the time is abundant. Wei Xiaobei squatted in the boulder pit, and practiced the control of voltage and current.

Time passes by.

In the gray world, the sky is always so dark, there will be no distinction between day and night.

Just as Wei Xiaobei waited to get out of bed, suddenly there was a raging scream in the distance.

Just as the roar came, Wei Xiaobei saw the executioner rushing toward the ditch with a machete. Those who were cut off their heads or whose heads fell were behind them. Even if the boulder is in front of it, it is as fast as a fly.

Less than a few minutes before and after, the ditch is empty.

What happened to this?

Wei Xiaobei did not continue to stay here. He quietly jumped down the boulder and rushed out of the ravine, far behind the hangman.

At this time, there were a group of stone carvings on the gray grass in the distance. The number was about one hundred and it looked quite spectacular.

These stone carvings, the head is like a dog, with a pair of short horns on the top of the head, and a pair of bat wings attached to the back, about two meters in size.

This made Wei Xiaobei look familiar, and even rolled up in his mind, trying to find the origin of these stone carvings from memory.

"kill!"

Without any linguistic contact, the executioner rushed over with a machete. The dozens of prisoners did not know where to throw out various weapons, including daggers, iron feet, sledgehammers, and simple knives. Spread out to form a semi-curved shape and surround it with the hands of the scorpion. (To be continued)