Chapter 47: Capturing Ye at Night 3

  The team is getting closer and closer to me, with more and more gleaming sickles, and the smell of blood is getting heavier.

  Calm down, calm down... I concentrated and thought for a moment.

  Gritting one's teeth, steeling oneself, summoning all one's strength, ready... one, two, three, charge!

  Charge... I am Huang Jiguang, I am Dong Chunrui... Charge... I'm rushing forward with my life on the line, without looking back. All I feel is left and right colliding, flying sickles, pushing through shoulders, stepping over thighs...

  Suddenly, I felt that there were no people around me. I stopped and turned back to see the scythe team behind me had become a mess, starting to kill each other. Broken arms and legs flew everywhere, blood splattered all over the place, and bodies fell to the ground one after another.

  The sickle was at my feet, the red cloth strip fluttered gently in the night wind. I picked up the sickle, and the blade shone brightly for a moment, the red cloth strip flashed once and disappeared. I only felt a force pushing me forward, pushing me into the team that splattered blood everywhere. My hands were no longer obedient, and the sickle was slashing left and right on its own. The blades collided with each other, the blades collided with bodies, the blades hacked at legs and feet, I couldn't count how many people I had hacked, my eyes were already filled with rivers of blood and mountains of severed limbs.

  I don't know how long I've been chopping, but my legs are starting to feel sour. Many people have already collapsed on the ground, still tightly holding their sickles in their hands. If it weren't for the Lethyrin that Wang Jue gave me, I'm afraid I would have been done for a long time ago.

  I crouched down, using the sickle as a crutch to prop myself up on the ground, panting heavily. The people standing around me also fell one by one, until only I was left. I looked around and saw that except for those who had fallen while holding onto their sickles, there were severed limbs and heads everywhere, with pools of blood forming countless small streams that flowed down the mountain.

  Far away, Scarface stood still, with an eerie smile hanging on his face. The sickle began to shake, starting lightly. After a while, it shook more and more violently, the amplitude getting bigger and bigger. One hand was already unable to hold steady, so I had to use both hands to grip it, but it shook even more violently. Just when I was about to lose my grip, Scarface's smile on his face also grew bigger and more ferocious, holding the sickle horizontally, charging straight at me.

  I wanted to drop the sickle and turn around to escape, but suddenly I thought of all the people who had fallen down holding onto their sickles, there must be some significance. So, just as the scar-faced man rushed in front of me in one second, I squatted down, closed my eyes, and tightly hugged the sickle that was shaking like an engine. In that one second, he suddenly stopped, standing stiffly in front of me. Seeing the opportunity, I used all my strength to jump up, pull out the sickle, and slash it at his head. At that moment, the sickle was particularly obedient! A burst of black blood instantly sprayed out like a mountain flood. The sickle hooked half of his neck and pulled forward, and as his head fell to the ground, his body also fell down.

  I feel like my heart is racing to the extreme, if it doesn't stop soon, it's going to burst out of my chest. I quickly sat down on the ground, panting heavily like a dog.

  Finally, the scar-faced man fell to the ground with his head severed. I remembered what Ah Liang said and went into the nearby woods to gather some firewood, which I placed on top of the scar-faced man's body. I took out a lighter and lit it, and soon the flames engulfed the corpse.

  The fire was burning, and a woman's crying voice came from afar. The sound grew louder and closer until it reached the side of the bonfire. I rubbed my eyes several times before I could see clearly that the person who had come was a middle-aged woman wearing a headband.