The chainsaw has stopped rotating, and Taozi and Xiaomei are completely out of danger.
"Hey."
I turned around and pulled off my short sleeves, and wiped my face haphazardly a few times.
"Where's the knife?"
I staggered and looked back at Ji Canghai: "I'll leave them to you."
"What are you doing?"
"An eye for an eye."
"Don't go!" Ji Canghai grabbed my arm: "These people are crazy!"
"Crazy?" I looked up to the second floor: "Then let's see who is crazier!"
The damage to the electric switch made the room completely dark. People's faces could not be seen clearly, but their shadows could be clearly seen.
Ji Canghai's people and Lao Huang's people are all uniformed, and they are easier to distinguish in a dim environment.
I sprinted all the way up to the second floor. Lao Huang's thugs held baseball bats and backed away in a fighting and retreating manner.
Um?
The man opposite him wasn't strong, he didn't have a weapon in his hand, and he was still bleeding from his head.
Obviously, he was already at a disadvantage, how could he force the professional thug to retreat continuously.
I rushed forward in two or three steps, turning sideways to join the fight.
I am full of evil fire and have no place to spread it, and I have no mercy in my heart when I draw the sword.
The sharp blade slashed diagonally, and two fingers fell in response.
Unexpectedly, the thug behind me suddenly grabbed me and said, "Run!"
run?
The moment I was stunned, the little skinny guy across from me screamed strangely and jumped on me.
Although I don't understand why he becomes more courageous as he fights, my instinct tells me that this is not a good thing.
I turned over and kicked him out, hitting him in the chest. He shook and immediately lost his balance and fell straight down the second floor.
"puff."
The moment he fell to the ground, it was like a plastic bag filled with water, and his whole body was bruised and bloody.
Within a few seconds, billowing smoke billowed out from under him, followed by a pungent smell.
The crackling sound was endless, and the torn pieces of meat were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He has sulfuric acid on him!
Just now I was wondering why he was able to retreat steadily despite being forced by thugs, but now it's all explained.
These are just a bunch of damn warriors who have bottles of sulfuric acid tied to their bodies and don’t even care about their lives!
The moment I figured it out, I suddenly felt terrified.
"sieve."
At this moment, several more ferocious-looking people rushed towards me.
I was short, and the machete drew an arc on the ground, hitting the knees of these two people.
"Boom! Boom!"
The two men's bodies went limp and they rolled to the first floor. I took a closer look and saw that these two men were dead.
"Damn it! Don't force yourself! Lead us to the first floor!"
While I was talking, I rushed into the crowd, raised my knife and slashed wherever I caught.
Like headless chickens, this group of people immediately gave up on the target they were attacking, turned around and ran towards me with claws and teeth bared.
They all had sulfuric acid bottles tied to their bodies. If they were touched, I would definitely not be able to bear it.
Fortunately, there was such a group of masters present. I was blocking from the front and they were attacking from behind. This cooperation greatly relieved my pressure.
Within a few minutes, most of the cultists had fallen to the first floor. Those who were lucky enough to survive were hacked to the point of being unable to recognize their appearance.
I looked down the stairs and saw layers of corpses falling together, sulfuric acid corroding between the minced meat, and a tofu-like paste slowly flowing from the skull, forming a winding pool of water on the ground.
The hell under the Nine Nethers is nothing more than this, right?
I flicked my wrist, only to find that the machete in my hand had a tendency to curl.
"Where's the man with the werewolf hood? Is he alive?"
Yes, what I am most worried about now is that he will die so comfortably.
Whatever I feel, he has to feel too. This is called retribution.
What I didn't expect was that the mysterious man's voice sounded behind me.
"You haven't made me happy yet, how could I die?"
I looked back and saw that the distance between us was no more than five meters.
I rushed over in a few steps, punched him in the face, and raised my head to blast his face with an electric cannon.
"You are very provocative!"
He didn't resist and let me pinch the back of his neck: "They have sulfuric acid on them, aren't you afraid that I have it on me too?"
I took a step back and increased my strength on my hand.
"Sulfuric acid, huh?"
I turned around, picked up the baseball bat from the ground, and hit his ankle hard. The sound of cracking bones immediately exploded in my eardrums.
"Ahhh."
He lay on his side on the ground and moaned a few times: "It feels so good, don't stop."
