When he calmed down, he found that the men with the corpses were all dressed in the style of the last dynasty.
Xiao Liu: (⊙o⊙)…
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"Biubiu..." The gunshots continued in the fog, and more and more dead bodies piled up in front and behind the jeep, men and women, old and young.
As Xiao Liu's eyes were red and he was gritting his teeth, several foreign soldiers in strange clothes rushed into the jeep's sight. They were holding long guns. They found the jeep and the people in it and raised their guns to attack the jeep.
Xiao Liu heard the words "Close your eyes" and immediately closed them. Then, he felt the pressure on his shoulders lift. He could faintly hear the waving of cold weapons and the intermittent "biubiu" sounds of gunfire.
Outside Xiao Liu's world.
The fog around the jeep expanded again to more than three meters, and densely packed dead bodies piled up around the car.
However, with the appearance of Zhou Yan, a large number of foreign soldiers appeared among the pile of dead bodies on the ground, which originally only contained the people of the last dynasty.
Foreign soldiers kept running out of the fog, urging Zhou Yan to fire.
Zhou Yan continued to fight back. His spear, which was originally the size of a dagger, had slowly grown longer during the fight. At first it was only as long as an arm, then as long as a long sword, and now it had reached the length of a carrying pole.
Every time his spear killed someone, it would bring up a burst of black air, which was absorbed by his spear. When the foreign soldiers finally stopped appearing in the thick fog, the dead bodies piled on the ground instantly turned into thick black air.
Zhou Yan threw the spear out with a sense of realization. The spear flew into the air and quickly absorbed the black air.
When the black air around him disappeared, Zhou Yan flashed back to the car.
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