Suddenly, the tent flap was gently lifted, and He You slowly walked out with a gloomy expression.

"Immediately summon the secret guards and massacre Majiashan tonight."

At this moment, his eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"As you command."

The slave turned and walked toward the army.

In no time, hundreds of highly skilled guards darted through the jungle like the wind.

They gradually headed towards Majiazhai.

They were like emotionless killing machines, leaving rivers of blood in their wake.

Tonight, the night sky was shrouded in blood, and a strong smell of blood wafted from the forest.

He You sat expressionlessly in front of the gate of Majia Village.

At that moment, he looked exactly like a vicious ghost exuding murderous intent.

In the blink of an eye, a large group of bandits knelt before He You, trembling and awaiting their death sentence.

They looked up at He You, who was sitting in the chair, with despair in their eyes.

At that moment, in the eyes of the bandits, he was indeed the living Yama that others talked about.

Completely inhuman.

Suddenly, one of the thieves, still harboring wicked intentions, stood up and tried to rush out.

In the blink of an eye, the bandit was killed instantly, struck by the shadow guard's blade, and left without a trace of life.

The other kneeling bandits trembled even more violently, and the air reeked of urine, making one want to vomit.

A moment later, He You spoke coldly: "Who among you shot someone with an arrow today? The person dressed in black."

No one among the bandits answered for a long time.

He You turned his head, his eyes turning bloodthirsty and cold.

He then extended his right hand and waved it.

The guards nearby immediately pulled out one of the bandits and slashed him with their swords. The bandit's head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and his eyes were still wide open.

Those kneeling on the ground all broke down, some of them wailing loudly.

Even going to hell is no better than this.

“For every minute you remain silent, someone will die. I don’t actually want to kill anymore.”

He You rested his left elbow lazily on the armrest of the chair, his palm supporting his forehead, and closed his eyes to rest.

He looks more down-to-earth now.

A minute passed, and another person lay down on the ground.

Another minute passed...