Black Blood Altar, the most notorious ghost organization during the thirteen years of the disaster.
In other places outside Dongyang, it is also known as the "Evil Blood Black Flame Sect".
No one ever knew where their main altar was hidden.
The only information that people can obtain is that a total of 108 large and small strongholds have been set up under the main altar. The larger one is called "Shankou" and the smaller one is called "Thatched Cottage".
The Shiya Thatched Cottage in front of us is one of them. Usually there is Shaobao as the leader of the thatched cottage, and an iron seal number as the leader. The rest of the ordinary members are called "straw shoes" internally.
It was in this hall that Lang Hua stood and read out the four gilded characters "Shiya Thatched Cottage" hanging above the case hall.
At this moment, there was a clang, and the warehouse door closed behind him.
Someone asked in fear: "You...who are you?"
"Me?" Lang Hua looked at the man, tried to put on a kind face, and explained, "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I'm just a passing killer."
He pointed at the man lying on the ground and continued: "If you don't believe it, he can testify."
Unexpectedly, the man pointed at Lang Hua and wailed loudly, as if he had seen a ghost.
"It's him! It's him! It's him who killed our people. Hall Master, gentlemen, you must avenge your dead brothers..."
"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?" A strong man asked angrily on the stage.
Unexpectedly, Lang Hua sneered and said: "Don't do the trick of being polite first and then fighting later. To tell you the truth, I am here specifically to kill you today!"
"What an arrogant boy!" The leader looked at the closed door and sneered, "Now that you have become a turtle in a jar, you still dare to speak so brazenly!"
"It's just a thatched cottage, but I have torn down so many in the past."
Lang Hua looked around the crowd and found that more than a dozen ordinary believers in the hall had surrounded him with knives, so he shouted to the stage:
"One young security guard and three iron seals. Come on together. You should understand that these straw sandals can't stop me."
The hall master and the three other strong men looked at each other and rushed forward side by side.
"Come together and kill him."
"Go! Avenge your dead brother."
"Whoever can take off the head of this person first, I will recommend him to the altar master as the new talker at the entrance of the hall!"
"Go!" "Kill!"
At one time, more than a dozen people and a dozen knives appeared unexpectedly.
He rushed towards Lang Hua at the same place.
Theoretically, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. In close combat, the side with fewer people is often at a disadvantage.
But these people may have forgotten what era we are in now.
In this era, the ability to evolve is the strongest trump card, and those with abilities are the real supermen!
If the crystal energy is enough, the role of a third-level ability user is already equivalent to that of a company before the disaster.
What's more, the man in front of me may still be the only fifth-level ability user in the world!
How can they win?
"Re-engraved Spark-Fire Cage!"
There was a loud shout, and in a moment, blazing flames emerged from the void.
The churning fire snakes first covered the ground, and then moved up the walls, intertwining into a network of fire that blocked the sky and the sun.
High temperature, screams, struggles, wailing...
The fire lit up the dawn and drove away the last darkness of the night.
When Lang Hua walked out of the warehouse a few minutes later, there was no one alive behind him.
Except for the man he was holding in his hand - the Shaobao Hall Master of Shiya Thatched Cottage.
This guy seemed to be partially immune to fire, so he just passed out due to suffocation.
After walking out of the warehouse and walking a few dozen steps, Lang Hua was about to explore other parts of the stronghold. Unexpectedly, the man he was carrying suddenly opened his eyes.
He turned over and slapped a palm, hitting Lang Hua's waist. The palm was not strong, but there was a thin tube clamped in the palm, and dark green juice dripped from the end of the tube, which was probably coated with a highly toxic substance.
Lang Hua opened his clothes and felt relieved when he saw that the needle had not penetrated the snake's scales.
Looking over again, I saw that the man had escaped to the east without hesitation after breaking free from Lang Hua. It seems that he has given up his plan to kill Lang Hua.
In fact, he was confident in the potent poison prepared by Zongtan.
But this man's strength was too terrifying. He couldn't guess the opponent's level at all, and his men were wiped out.
Therefore, regardless of whether he succeeded or not, he had already made up his mind to escape as soon as possible.
But as a low-level ability user, no matter how fast he ran away, how could he escape from Lang Hua's grasp?
After only consuming one percent of the crystal energy in his body, Lang Hua used his ability to rush forward and catch up with the opponent.
He can both pretend to be dead with great acting skills and dare to counterattack calmly. To be honest, Lang Hua has already taken a high look at this person in his heart.
But facing the enemy,
Especially when faced with these black-blooded scum who tortured his fellow tribesmen to eat rice and meat, Lang Hua would never be merciful.
The greater the ability of evildoers, the greater the harm. Lang Hua has made up his mind to eradicate them!
So at the next moment, Shiya Shaobao, who was running for his life, was hit by a fist from the side, and his body flew uncontrollably towards the other wall.
With a "boom", the wooden boxes stacked against the wall exploded immediately. The man was trapped in the pile of wood, his ribs were fractured in many places, and he coughed up bloody phlegm when he opened his mouth.
Even if he still had the strength to escape, he couldn't do it now.
Because Lang Hua appeared the next moment, reached out and pinched his neck and lifted him up.
"Tell me your name, ability, and position in the Black Blood Altar, as well as the locations of other strongholds you know. Maybe I can spare your life!"
"Hahaha." The man laughed miserably while vomiting blood, with a cruel light reflected in his blue eyes.
"why are you laughing!"
Lang Hua gradually tightened his palms. The man's throat was tightly strangled and he could no longer make a sound.
But he stared back at Lang Hua, and then unexpectedly took out a "ding-a-ling bell" from his coat pocket and started shaking it.
"What are you holding!"
Lang Hua vigilantly knocked down the bell, but the sound had already spread.
With a "bang" sound, he was thrown to his feet by Lang Hua, and the violent impact made him spurt out blood with a "wow" sound.
The laughter in pain sounded even weirder: "I have summoned the supreme protector of this altar, and you... your death is coming, hahaha!"
"What protector? Who did you call?"
Lang Hua continued to press, but unfortunately the other party could no longer answer him.
A trace of black blood seeped out from the corner of the man's mouth. His eyes were dull and his pupils were dilated. There was no way he could save himself.
Only then did Lang Hua discover that he had committed suicide with poison.
The poison pipe had pierced his thigh at some point, and the potent poison traveled through his body with his blood in a short period of time, killing him.
"Since they are ghosts who can devour their own kind when they are hungry, how did the master of the Black Blood Altar brainwash these people?"
"The Great Luo of All Worlds"
In the morning when the fire was burning, no one could give Lang Hua an answer.
A loud noise suddenly appeared behind him, and with a "bang", the steel door of a container was kicked open from the inside.
A petite black shadow is attacking Lang Hua at lightning speed...
