When the old man saw the seal coming towards him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But he had no intention of dodging and let the seal hit his forehead.
With a "bang", the seal flew out at an angle and fell to the ground, making a hole.
There wasn't even a red mark on the old man's forehead, and his expression didn't change at all.
After taking a look at the fleeing city lord, the old man did not chase after him, but just revealed a strange smile.
Then he turned and walked slowly towards the guards on the ground, stepping on their hearts with every step.
The old man seemed to do this on purpose, first letting them see the city lord abandon them, and then watching death approach step by step.
My whole heart is filled with fear and despair.
Seeing the change in the guard's eyes, the old man knew, "It's harvest time."
The old man bent down and grabbed a guard by the neck, holding him in his hand like a chicken.
With a strong pull with both hands, the guard's head was pulled off with a scream.
The old man casually threw the head aside, looking unsatisfied.
Then comes the next one.
It didn't take long before all the guards were killed.
Broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground, intestines were pulled straight by the body parts, and blood gathered into a stream, flowing into the sewer.
On the contrary, the one who died first had the most intact body.
After killing everyone on this street, the old man didn't stop at all, but turned around and rushed into another street.
Yang Kewei followed behind, looking at this purgatory-like scene, with infinite sadness in his heart.
"Is this really a dream?"
"Am I really dreaming?"
Yang Kewei couldn't believe it and kept asking himself.
If this is a dream, why does it feel so real?
But if all this was not a dream, why couldn't the old man see him, and why was it that no matter what he did, it was useless.
He tried to run into the wall, but he could clearly see himself passing through it.
If all this is not a dream, then what is it?
A picture of the future?
He also wanted to think so, but there was always a feeling telling him otherwise.
This is not a dream, it is happening.
At this moment, a voice begging for mercy was heard.
Yang Kewei looked up and saw the old man standing in front of a pregnant woman.
"Please let me go, let my unborn child go!"
"Please, the child is innocent, please let my child go."
"Please, please," the pregnant woman prostrated herself on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, "I kowtow to the immortal, I kowtow to the immortal."
The old man grinned, "Okay."
Before the pregnant woman could say thank you, the old man grabbed her neck and easily lifted her in front of him.
Then he raised his right hand and stabbed the pregnant woman's belly.
"No!" Yang Kewei roared angrily.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
With a "puff" sound, the old man's right hand pierced into the pregnant woman's belly.
The pregnant woman widened her eyes and looked at the old man in disbelief.
The severe pain from her stomach made her eyes turn blood red in an instant.
She could clearly feel that the old man's hand was digging something out of her stomach.
"don't want."
The pregnant woman's face was full of pleading, and she desperately spat out these two words from her strangled throat.
But these two words did not stop the old man. Instead, he became even more crazy, and the force of his hand inserted into his stomach became stronger.
Looking at the pregnant woman's desperate and frightened eyes, and the resentment rising to the sky, the old man felt endless satisfaction.
As if he felt the time had come, the old man stopped moving his right hand and chuckled.
Looking at the pregnant woman's desperate and helpless eyes, the old man pulled out his right hand.
In his palm was the remains of a baby.
"No!!!"
The pregnant woman let out a hysterical scream, as if her soul was roaring and the heaven and earth were crying.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes showed ecstasy and he laughed towards the sky.
"Hahahahahaha..., yes, yes, that's it! That's it, that's it!"
"Fear, resentment, and despair are your only values!"
The old man stuffed the stump in his palm into his mouth and laughed madly.
Suddenly, endless black mist appeared in the dead eyes of the pregnant woman and rose into the sky.
The old man opened his mouth excitedly, and the terrifying resentment immediately entered his mouth and nose.
After a long time, the resentment was finally absorbed by the old man.
The pregnant woman's eyes, still open in death, were staring fiercely at the old man.
The old man didn't care. He smacked his lips a few times and seemed very satisfied.
Then he took a look at the stir-fried corpse in his hand and threw it casually into the pile of broken limbs on the ground.
The corpse rolled several times and landed right at Yang Kewei's feet.
Looking at the corpse stained red with blood, Yang Kewei's eyes had already turned blood red.
The conspicuous bloody hole on the pregnant woman's belly is so glaring.
It constantly irritated Yang Kewei's nerves.
"ah!!!"
He could no longer suppress his inner anger, and let out a long roar to the sky, venting his grief.
"Why, why do you let me see this, why do you let me see this!"
At this moment, Yang Kewei couldn't tell whether all this was true or false.
Can't tell if this is a dream or reality.
He can’t tell the difference, he really can’t tell the difference!
The killing continues, and the old man is still going crazy, as if no one in the world can stop him.
Yang Kewei closed his eyes, but the screams continued to stimulate his eardrums.
He covered his ears; the sound seemed to pierce directly into his soul and explode in his heart.
He wanted to escape, but found that he could not fly out of the city.
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