Next came the little boy and the old man.
Among a group of evil spirits, Jiang Chen's current basic strength is enough to kill them indiscriminately.
After doing all this, he looked around at the shroud ghosts who were trying to escape but were stopped by a group of patients. He grinned and smiled kindly: "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous."
"I have no ill intentions. I just want to record some of the popular stories in this simple village."
"For example, the bond between this family of four is something that cannot be severed even by life and death."
"When someone sees their name on the hammer, I will tell their story one by one and pass on this beauty."
"Don't you want eternal life?"
"Carve your name on this hammer, and from now on it will be told, heard, and never forgotten!"
"You in the living story will be more vivid than the present!"
He spoke, speaking the craziest language, as he continued to drag the hammer towards the figures in the darkness.
The faces of the group of ghosts in shrouds grew paler and paler.
They wanted to run away, but were stopped by a group of mentally ill people.
And the man behind them, whose every word and action was filled with madness, made their hearts tremble violently.
"We can't go on like this. Old man Xiao is right. He is too murderous!" At this time, another tall young ghost in shroud stood up.
"These patients are under his command. We can't escape."
"The only hope is to work together and kill this man to survive!"
The others haven't spoken yet.
Jiang Chen looked at him first: "You instigate others to commit crimes and kill people at every turn. Little brother, your thoughts are too dangerous. Let's put it this way. Not only will your family and you die, but your neighbors will die with you too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his speed increased dramatically, and in the blink of an eye he was behind the tall young man.
㱗Looking at the other person with disbelief, he grabbed his neck, raised his hand and slapped him, smashing half of his head into pieces.
Let young people continue to suffer.
Jiang Chen looked around and spoke in a cold voice.
“Who are his family and neighbors?”
This time, no one dared to reply. The scene fell into a dead silence. All that could be heard was the various wails and miserable sounds coming from the Blood Robe Level confrontation in the ancestral hall behind them.
And in front of this man's brutal behavior.
The horrific sound of fighting seemed to have become some kind of background music.
"You won't tell me, right?"
"I'll give everyone one last chance. The informant can keep half his life. If no one comes forward to point the finger, then... everyone will die together!"
Jiang Chen grinned, revealing a row of sharp white teeth, which looked particularly terrifying against the backdrop of the blood splattered on his body and hammer.
"Ghostly Qi +...Ghostly Qi +..."
A group of ghosts in shrouds were caught in great entanglement and panic.
He pondered for a moment, intending to apply a little more pressure, and began to count down.
“60…59…”
Jiang Chen innovatively used a longer countdown, which seemed kind, but in fact gave these villagers more time to be entangled, panicked, and fearful.
Every countdown was like a hammer hitting their hearts, causing the ghosts' emotions to fluctuate more and more violently.
The ghostly reminder continued to ring.
Even the novice Yinchai standing by became nervous. They held their breath tightly, not daring to breathe, for fear that Jiang Chen, who was crazy about killing, would kill his allies as well.
They didn't know much about the man.
But judging from his words and actions just now, this man is definitely capable of doing such a thing!
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