Chapter 3
The screams of panic and despair made Mo Yu quickly open his eyes, and stood up straight as fast as he could to survey the environment he was in.
Having been a killer for so many years, she can accurately distinguish these screams without looking at them, which can only be uttered by people who should be overly frightened before dying.
With just one glance, Mo Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Even she, who has killed countless people, has never seen such a hellish scene.
Everywhere you look, there are dead bodies killed by sharp knives everywhere.
Blood was dripping, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
At the same time when Mo Yu opened her eyes, a human head was separated from her body by a knife, drawing a strange arc in the air and flying towards her.
Mo Yu took a step to the side and dodged to avoid it.
Take advantage of the situation and take a few steps forward, go to the dark place and check quietly.
Before the head fell to the ground, the blood-stained knife did not stop, and with flying blood beads, it turned in mid-air, and then slashed at another person beside him.
While looking at everything in front of him, Mo Yu's eyes gradually became cold.
She had already seen clearly that the murderers were only seven men in black with the same attire.
She was wearing tights that she couldn't understand.
Black clothes, black trousers and a black headscarf, even on his hands, he also wore a pair of black gloves.
Except for the eyes, everything about the whole person was tightly wrapped in black cloth, even the little fingers were no exception.
Seven people, seven knives, doing the same thing in this place.
Their knives seem to have only one move.
beheaded.
The screams are the last voices left in the world by those who were killed.
Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, Mo Yu couldn't help but frowned slightly.
Killing is sometimes a life-and-death contest, an artistic job that can be done beautifully without even the slightest smell of blood.
Compared with their targets, the strength of the seven murderers in front of them is too great, there is absolutely no need to use such bloody means.
Although the group of people who were killed was many times more numerous than the men in black, most of them didn't even have any martial arts. Facing these seven people, they had no room to fight back.
(End of this chapter)
The screams of panic and despair made Mo Yu quickly open his eyes, and stood up straight as fast as he could to survey the environment he was in.
Having been a killer for so many years, she can accurately distinguish these screams without looking at them, which can only be uttered by people who should be overly frightened before dying.
With just one glance, Mo Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Even she, who has killed countless people, has never seen such a hellish scene.
Everywhere you look, there are dead bodies killed by sharp knives everywhere.
Blood was dripping, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
At the same time when Mo Yu opened her eyes, a human head was separated from her body by a knife, drawing a strange arc in the air and flying towards her.
Mo Yu took a step to the side and dodged to avoid it.
Take advantage of the situation and take a few steps forward, go to the dark place and check quietly.
Before the head fell to the ground, the blood-stained knife did not stop, and with flying blood beads, it turned in mid-air, and then slashed at another person beside him.
While looking at everything in front of him, Mo Yu's eyes gradually became cold.
She had already seen clearly that the murderers were only seven men in black with the same attire.
She was wearing tights that she couldn't understand.
Black clothes, black trousers and a black headscarf, even on his hands, he also wore a pair of black gloves.
Except for the eyes, everything about the whole person was tightly wrapped in black cloth, even the little fingers were no exception.
Seven people, seven knives, doing the same thing in this place.
Their knives seem to have only one move.
beheaded.
The screams are the last voices left in the world by those who were killed.
Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, Mo Yu couldn't help but frowned slightly.
Killing is sometimes a life-and-death contest, an artistic job that can be done beautifully without even the slightest smell of blood.
Compared with their targets, the strength of the seven murderers in front of them is too great, there is absolutely no need to use such bloody means.
Although the group of people who were killed was many times more numerous than the men in black, most of them didn't even have any martial arts. Facing these seven people, they had no room to fight back.
(End of this chapter)
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