Painful wails, pleas for mercy, and screams filled his ears, and he simply stepped over their warm bodies as if they were insignificant insects.
Changfeng was having a blast, the sword humming as if conveying his joy to Shuoyu. Shuoyu was just walking. He didn't speed up, but walked step by step, carefully passing through every place. His hands touched the rotting skin of those burned by the poison gas, who were called "road masters" by these little devils. Their clothes, which could only be used as a cover for their bodies, had their numbers written on them. The number on the child who was curled up and twisted under his hands was [3987].
But there was more than one [3987] in this room. Their naked white bones were spit out, and their eyeballs were exposed to the air. They were a thousand times more terrifying than ghosts. But he just felt heartache, very painful,
The fear was buried beneath the tide of sadness, which was not terrible, he thought.
His eyes were burning, as if something was flowing out from somewhere, making his vision unclear, but he kept walking.
The invisible Shuo Yu looked like a ghost to the people in the Epidemic Prevention Department. A blood-stained sword was waving in the air, reaping their lives. Before they could react, their heads had already tumbled to the ground, and they didn't even have time to close their eyes.
The first thought that comes to mind is to run, no matter where you run to, as long as it's not here. Most people choose to panic and show their butts to the enemy. In this situation, they just need to run faster than the people around them.
A small number of guys still wanted to resist, but before they could even hold their knives or pull the bolts of their guns, their heads had already fallen to the ground. The standing bodies still maintained the posture of holding the knives, but the heads rolling on the ground looked at their bodies with horror, and even the sound and power to roar were deprived.
Some of them began to shout and ran away regardless of anything. "They were retaliated by the ghosts and gods——!"
Shuo Yu chopped off the heads of everyone he met without discrimination. No one here had clean hands, so he didn't have to think too much.
Some people knelt down and muttered to God, some muttered to their emperor, some muttered to the Virgin Mary, and some even memorized their family tree. But those who were destined to die still had to die, and nothing could stop them.
The smell of urine and blood polluted the clean floor.
They couldn't see Shuoyu, but Shuoyu could see each of them.
In the family quarters, a pregnant woman with a big belly wanted to die with her husband, but he interrupted her and stopped Changfeng, asking him to go to another room first.
Shuo Yu briefly lifted the invisibility spell and looked down at the woman's belly. Only two or three steps away, her husband's head was beside them, looking at them in horror.
He looked at the trembling woman in front of him, lifted her chin with his foot, stepped on her neck with his heel, and controlled her breathing. Someone had to remember all this, especially those who had done all this evil.
"I know you hate me, but I want you to survive. I want you to remember that I killed your husband, the father of your unborn child. I could also kill your father and your unborn child, but I want you to remember this fear. This should be the first thing you think of every time you set foot on this land in the future."
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