"You've squeezed the villagers dry of their hard-earned money, you evil spirit in human skin!"

Yan Ning pointed at the town mayor and shouted angrily.

The mayor, however, leisurely stroked the heavy gold ring on his thumb.

He grinned, revealing teeth blackened by cigarette smoke:

"A demon? Well said! Being a demon is so much fun! With money, you ants can suffer a fate worse than death!"

The light in his small eyes was both cold and venomous.

Before he could finish speaking, he waved his fat hand.

"roar!"

A dozen or so dark figures suddenly leaped out from the surrounding shadows.

They were all tall and strong, with bulging muscles and menacing faces.

What's even more frightening is that they were all carrying weapons.

Thick wooden sticks, rusty iron chains, and even a short knife gleaming coldly!

They were like a pack of starving wolves.

They instantly blocked all paths, exuding a murderous aura.

not good!

Yan Ning felt a chill run down her spine, and she grabbed Xie Huaiye's wrist beside her:

"Hurry up, there are too many people!"

Xie Huaiye understood and started running with his long legs.

The two suddenly plunged into the dead-end alley next to them.

At the end of the alley stood a mottled high wall.

"Surround them! Break their legs and bring them back!"

The burly man with the scarred face who was leading the pack was the first to catch up.

The iron chains rattled.

His large hand, whistling through the air, reached for Yan Ning's collar from behind!

Yan Ning didn't even turn her head, and flicked her hand away.

A yellow paper talisman flew out with a "whoosh".

It was precisely applied to the sweaty forehead of the scarred man.

Scarface trembled violently.

The scene before my eyes instantly distorted.

Suddenly, his dead, fierce old mother appeared, holding a fire poker.

His eyes were bloodshot, and spittle flew onto his face.

"You spendthrift brat! You stole my savings for my funeral again to gamble! I'll beat you to death!"

"Mother! Spare me!"

Scarface was terrified and cowered at the alley entrance, covering his head.

He screamed in terror, completely forgetting the chase.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yan Ning and Xie Huaiye rushed towards the high wall at the end of the dead end.

But more burly men surged into the narrow alley like a tide.

The footsteps sounded like muffled thunder, and the cold glint of clubs, knives, and chains was dazzling.

The distance is rapidly decreasing.

"Get down!"

Yan Ning shouted, and the second talisman flew out of his hand, turning into dust upon landing.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Five or six burly men were at the very front.

Suddenly, I tripped over something and fell hard onto the hard stone slab.

The people behind couldn't stop themselves and crashed into them heavily.

"Ouch! That hurts so much!"

"My foot! My foot! Don't step on me!"

Painful screams instantly filled the narrow alley.

People piled on top of each other, it was complete chaos!

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yan Ning grabbed Xie Huaiye and slid along like an eel.

They ran into a broken doorway that was almost completely blocked by debris.

Inside was an abandoned rice mill.

The musty smell was pungent, and the dust was so thick it was choking.

In the dim light.

There were only a few broken farm tools and a few large earthenware urns covered in dust in the corner.

Xie Huaiye looked around nervously and asked, "There's no way forward, what do we do?"

"Then we won't leave."

Yan Ning answered calmly, and then took out two more talismans from her bag.

A tiny glimmer of light flashed at her fingertips.

One talisman was slapped onto Xie Huaiye's back, and another onto his own shoulder.

Then, two wisps of blue smoke rose up.

In the blink of an eye, the two suddenly disappeared.

Two unremarkable, grayish-brown, large-bellied earthenware urns appeared in the same spot.

Mixed in with those broken urns in the corner, it's hard to tell the real from the fake.

"Block the doorway! Search! Dig three feet into the ground to find him!"

Scarface rubbed the cold sweat that had broken out from the hallucination.

Enraged, he kicked open the broken door and led his men in, looking fierce and menacing!

Wooden sticks and iron chains were swung wildly, smashing broken baskets and filling the air with dust.

A burly man roughly kicked away the broken urn blocking his way.

With a loud clang, fragments scattered everywhere.

The two fake pottery urns huddled in the darkest corner of the wall, completely still.

On the rooftop opposite.

The town mayor was leisurely watching the play.

He specifically chose this "VIP seat".

His chubby face wore a cruel smile, like a cat catching a mouse.

He imagined Yan Ning and the others being dragged out like rats.

They wept and begged for mercy at his feet.

He even took out a small silver wine pot from his pocket and took a satisfying sip.

Inside the rice mill.

A burly man with a fierce face dragged a heavy iron chain and approached the corner of the wall step by step.

He swung the iron chain, ready to smash it down on the earthenware urns.

One of them was Xie Huaiye!

At the critical moment.

Behind the pile of miscellaneous items in the corner, there was a large, equally dusty earthenware urn.

It felt like I was suddenly kicked by an invisible, enormous force.

With a "whoosh," it shot out like a cannonball.

"Bang—Crack!"

The burly man in the iron chains didn't even have time to react.

The earthenware jar smashed squarely into his face!

The sound of the nasal bone breaking was clearly audible.

Blood mixed with snot and tears instantly covered his contorted face.

"Awooo!" A miserable howl rang out.

He covered his face and collapsed to the ground with a thud, the iron chains flying out of his hands.

"Sorcery! There is sorcery!"

The other burly men trembled in fear.

The earthenware jar that caused the accident knocked down a person.

It bounced off the ground with a "thud" and took to the air again!

Like a cannonball with eyes, it slammed into the knee of another burly man wielding a short knife.

"Snap!"

"My leg! It's broken! It's broken!"

The burly man with the knife clutched his shattered knee and screamed in agony.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Splash!"

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