The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 50 A river of blood

"Brother, there are people here too..."

Under the bright moon, Wang Wen and Xu Ergou ran through the remote alleys. Chen Sandao floated in the air, using the ghost's keen perception of the yang energy of living people to guide them.

"Take another route!"

Wang Wen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but he remained calm and composed.

Xu Ergou stopped and racked his brains for a moment, then whispered helplessly, "Brother, there's no way out. All the streets and alleys leading back to the hall are guarded!"

"damn it!"

Wang Wen was so furious that his eyes were about to spit fire. He held a fine steel spear in his palm, squeaking as he squeezed it. "With such a big business, why are you targeting a small figure like me instead of the government and the Astronomical Observatory?"

Xu Ergou was also extremely upset and whispered, "Brother, maybe you sent the brothers back home and alerted them. They might just do something desperate!"

Wang Wen became even more anxious after hearing what he said. He made up his mind and looked up and asked, "Three Blades, which road has the most people?"

Chen Sandao thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "It seems this is the road with the most people..."

"Done!"

Wang Wen held the fine steel silver spear horizontally and pulled off the holster: "I'll clear the way, Ergou, help me watch the back!"

Before he could finish his words, he strode forward. His footsteps were heavy and urgent, echoing over and over again in the narrow alleys in the dead of night. The momentum of one man seemed like that of thousands of troops!
He roared angrily, "I am Wang Erhu of the Qinghe Gang. Hey, heroes, I have no grudges against you in the past or in the present. If anyone can help me and let me go home, I will be grateful and will repay you in the future. But if anyone insists on keeping me, don't blame me for turning my back on you... I recognize you, but the gun in my hand cannot recognize you!"

Before he finished speaking, two figures jumped down from the eaves on both sides of the alley, and the shining steel knives reflected the bright moonlight and slashed down.

Wang Wen heard the sound of breaking air coming from both sides, and he did not stop walking. He twisted his hips and shook the fine steel silver spear. The silver arc flashed in the dim alley.

"Plop", "plop".

Wang Wen walked over, and two heavy objects fell to the ground, and a faint smell of blood emanated.

The decisive action sent a chill down Xu Ergou's spine...

This person kills people more efficiently than mowing the grass!

"If you are not afraid of death, come on!"

After stabbing two people to death with one shot, Wang Wen felt at ease and no longer upset. The wild and fierce aura in his body was like dry wood and raging fire, which grew stronger with the wind and could not be stopped.

Perhaps most Chinese men have two constant states in their bones.

The first state is to endure it a little longer, as long as there is still a way, just endure it a little longer.

Wang Wen had been cornered by these bastards and had been circling the Qinghe Gang for over an hour without giving up. He kept thinking, "What if these bastards overlooked a way out?" It was best not to take action if possible, right?

The second state is, screw it, there is really no other way, I am willing to sacrifice my life, I dare to pull down the emperor!

Wang Wen is now... He has killed everyone, so it’s useless to say anything. So let’s not say anything and just let the blood flow like a river!

He walked forward with big strides, holding the fine steel silver spear upside down. Xu Ergou stood behind him, holding a knife and looking around. The houses and eaves on both sides were filled with shadowy footsteps.

"Boom."

The window on the second floor of a house shattered, and a burly man jumped out, swinging a thick-backed machete in the air with great force, aiming straight at Wang Wen's head.

"clang."

The heavy iron spear barrel, as thick as a child's arm, held the thick-backed machete firmly. Wang Wen, who held the spear above his head, did not even tremble with his arms.

The sturdy man who was brandishing the knife raised his eyes and saw a pair of ferocious eyes. He opened his mouth in horror and was about to scream...

"Pfft."

The steel gun with a thick-backed machete was swung with tremendous force, and the silver gun tip swept across the strong man's throat smoothly. The strong man's eyes, which had shrunk to the size of soybeans, suddenly widened, and his strong body stiffened in an instant.

Wang Wen walked forward with his gun in hand, and casually took the strong man's head off his chest and held it in his hand. His movements were smooth as if he was picking up an empty box... but with a sweep of the gun, he had already cut off the strong man's head at the root.

He lifted the head, still covered with a black scarf, and shook it gently. The scarf fell away, revealing a familiar face. "It's Da Kui!"

He nodded with a smile and said, "Long time no see!"

As soon as this guy jumped out just now, he recognized him. After all, his tall and strong physique was very recognizable. Moreover, when they were drinking together before, this guy had boasted to them about his sword skills that could make him fall from the sky.

But what can I do even if I recognize it?
He had already said the ugly words in advance, but these people refused to listen and insisted on going against his will. What could he do?
Don’t these people fear death themselves, so why is he afraid of sending them to death?

So, he could only say hello afterwards...

He stood there smiling as if he were meeting an old friend. Behind him, the headless corpse of the strong man stood still and spewed out a blood mist over two meters high, which turned into a drizzle and fell on Wang Wen...

Even Chen Sandao, who was floating in the air, trembled at the sight of this scene. He felt that his elder brother was worthy of being his elder brother. Even when he was still alive, he looked more like a fierce ghost than a real ghost like him.

Wang Wen continued walking forward carrying the head.

In the darkness, low angry shouts of "shoulder to shoulder" and "two fists cannot beat four hands" came from both sides of the alley.

Then one after another, dark figures waving swords, spears, swords and halberds jumped down from the eaves on both sides like dumplings, as if they wanted to drown Wang Wen with human wave tactics.

Seeing this, Wang Wen casually smashed the head in his hand towards a figure also holding a spear. Then, he shook the spear and a brilliant flower of gunfire flew out. While protecting himself, he stabbed to death one after another those idiots who were holding swords but had no skills and were covered in flaws...

"Brother, charge forward!"

Behind him, Xu Ergou leaned against him and wielded his official sword vigorously, chopping off one man in black after another... As Wang Wen's chief horseman, he certainly had more than just a big head and a thick neck. He was also a good chopper, only slightly worse than Wang Wen before the Yincha Order was activated.

In addition, he was wearing a layer of chain mail under his clothes, so it was impossible for ordinary people to defeat him.

In secret, the useless and fierce ghost Chen Sandao was jumping up and down anxiously, but he didn't dare to approach the black-clothed men with the same masculine masculine energy. He could only mutter to Xu Ergou above his head: "There's a man with a gun on the left, kill him first; there's a man with a stick on the right, hide first..."

Xu Ergou was so flustered by his command that he wanted to stab him too!

The two men stood back to back, stabilizing their position and walked step by step towards the end of the alley, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

There was no shouting or roaring at the top of one's lungs.

There were not many loud sounds of weapons clashing or metal clashing.

Blades clash, eyes meet, life and death hang in the balance...

The bloody smell gradually became thicker and more pungent, and the soul of the useless evil ghost Chen Sandao, who was floating in the air, became much more solid.

"clang!"

Until there was a loud sound of metal clashing that made people's eardrums hurt, and Xu Ergou took a step back and bumped into Wang Wen.

He turned his head in surprise and looked over Wang Wen's shoulder, and saw a sturdy figure with a protruding pot belly and holding a copper stick, standing at the end of the alley, blocking their way.

The man was not wearing a mask, and his big, fleshy face, with an unshaven beard and as black as cast iron, was exposed. He looked at them with sighs.

When Xu Ergou saw who was coming, his head shrank and he felt bitter in his heart.

"Nephew, smash (son)!"

The visitor sighed and smiled bitterly, "Why are you doing this? If you hadn't wandered off, nothing would have happened tonight. But for a bunch of outsiders, you've forced our own family to rebel. They're so stupid, this deal is a loss no matter how you look at it!"

Wang Wen stared at the person who came, and felt an inexplicable sense of weakness in his heart.

He tightened the gun in his hand, suppressed the fear in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "Where is my old man?"

"We're already on our way!"

The visitor shook his head regretfully: "If you hurry up, you should be able to catch up with him..."

Wang Wen's eyes suddenly widened, and the corners of his eyes were almost torn.

He gritted his teeth and roared from deep within his chest, "Fuck you...I'm going to kill your whole family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and shot out his gun like a dragon!
(End of this chapter)