Hong Luan turned around and saw a man in the picture. He looked rugged and looked extraordinary at first glance. His body was full of muscles and he was full of power. He walked like an overlord coming to the world, with superhuman courage.
However, although he has a similar figure to the people in the city, his appearance is not at the same level in comparison.
At least, if he is called ordinary, then the people in the city are just a bunch of ugly ghosts and monsters.
However, this person was extremely unfamiliar, and it didn’t look like he had seen him before.
She has followed Ghost Lord for quite some time, but she has never seen such a person.
She wanted to ask, but she chose to shut up. After all, the first and most important survival rule here is to understand your own position.
"What is he doing here?" Ghost Lord frowned slightly.
Hongluan didn't speak, just quietly being his spectator.
However, one thing she was certain of was that this man was no ordinary person. This had nothing to do with his appearance, but entirely because of the place and direction he came from.
There are only two entrances to the Land of Red Earth. One is from the south, all the way from the City of Youming, heading towards the core of the Far North. On the other, naturally, the core of the Far North goes south to the City of Youming.
The other party obviously came from that area and was alone.
Such courage and such direction are naturally extraordinary.
"Ghost Lord, what should we do now?" the black shadow asked softly.
The Ghost Lord did not speak. After thinking for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind: "I will wait in the hall in the north of the city."
"What about the boy named Han?" Hong Luan asked softly and unwillingly.
Should we just let this kid go?
He is...
The Ghost Lord hesitated for a moment, stopped talking, turned around and turned into a ball of black energy, disappearing from the place.
As soon as he left, the dark shadow in the room and a dozen other dark figures instantly dissipated, and the ten beauties also slowly retreated.
Hong Luan was helpless. At this time, the silence was better than the sound. She lowered her head slightly and then disappeared.
In the Golden House, which was quite lively just now, now there was only a place of mourning.
And if it is like this inside the house, why not stop it outside?
However, among these lamentations, there is more sadness mixed in.
Corpses were scattered all over the field, but at a glance, almost all of them were broken arms and bodies, and blood flowed crazily and rapidly under the corpses. It was obviously a normal weather, but at this moment, it was like wandering under the blood.
Hundreds and thousands of people had already filled the open space in front of the old house, and were dozens of centimeters thick.
Han Sanqian stopped, and the long sword transformed by the little black stick flew back into his hand. He stood among the corpses and glanced around coldly.
Han Sanqian's body was already covered in blood, and even his hair felt like heavy rain had sprayed on it.
But those eyes were bone-chillingly cold.
Although he didn't move, but with a glance, nearly half of the monster as strong as an ox that was still alive around the body suddenly took a few steps back in fear.
They looked at each other hesitantly, their eyes full of fear.
Horrible, really too terrifying.
This is true even for bullies like them who are murderous and prey on people.
This guy was alone, but he was forced to live under such a tight siege. He regarded his life as a piece of grass and went on a killing spree.
Even if they experienced this scene in person, they had no idea how this guy did it.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, at this moment, Han Sanqian suddenly took a step forward.
There were many corpses on the ground, so although Han Sanqian took a step, his steps were extremely small.
But it was such a tiny step, but it was like a huge movement in everyone's eyes.
"Wow!"
The entire crowd was like frightened birds, scattering for several meters with a sudden crash. Some exaggeratedly even turned around and ran away, disappearing without a trace.
How could they still have the majesty of killing people and taking things from before? They were more like the victims who had panicked in front of them countless times.
Heaven is so good at reincarnation, who will God spare?
When some people run, some people retreat, and some people retreat and run at the same time.
Han Sanqian smiled slightly disdainfully, took back the sword in his hand, looked at everyone again, and the next second, he walked away into the distance.
Wherever Han Sanqian passed, the crowd naturally moved out of the way, and no one dared to stop him.
And at this time the other end.
In the hall in the north of the city, the Ghost Lord had been waiting for a long time. The black figure suddenly walked in from the outside in a few steps and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, we have arrived."
