Part 8 Chapter 412 When I Wake up From the Dream, the Thunder Takes Revenge!

Those white-clothed men were extremely cautious and just right in their attacks. Besides not causing harm, they could also make them fall into a long-term coma, and even when they woke up again, they might not be able to confirm whether they were asleep or knocked unconscious.

Immediately, these white-clothed men let out a very strange "cuckoo" cry, which was still low in the dark night, like an underground mouse.

But as the sound rang out, countless white shadows approached in a hurry, innumerable and innumerable for a while.

The next moment, these people stopped beside the barracks.

There is a garrison that Yu has sent here lately, and the only task is to prevent prisoners from escaping.

A man in white whistled, and at this moment an officer stepped out from the barracks, looked around dignifiedly, and said, "Is there anything unusual?"

The sentinel replied: "Sir, nothing abnormal has been found for the time being."

"En." The officer nodded dignifiedly: "Thank you for your hard work. During this period of time, everyone must keep their eyes open. The remnants of the rebellion are huge, so we must not be negligent. If something happens, we will all be miserable."

"yes."

"Okay, it's time to change shifts, but in the early winter, it's just so cold, damn it, that is, our brigade is raised by stepmothers, it's like fucking popsicles here It's... go back and take a rest."

"Thank you Commander for your concern."

With the sound of thanks, a total of 32 checkpoints with bright and dark posts stood up, and immediately, more than 30 people behind the officer began to carry out the handover procedures, taking over the original tasks of these people.

With the sound of footsteps, the two teams came running. Facing the empty snow, they yelled a few handover signals loudly, and then started patrolling.

The officer smiled strangely, and said, "The handover went smoothly. Be sure to be foolproof! Do you know?"

Then nodded and went back.

When he came to the corner, he took out a sharp dagger from his pocket without any warning, made a rough gesture, and then stabbed it into the vital part of his chest.

The officer's body slowly slumped in a corner. It seemed that he had passed out—severely injured and unconscious at this moment is exactly what it should be...

A man in white appeared in front of him in a flash,

After carefully checking his injuries and confirming that his life was not in danger, he let out a long sigh of relief, waved his hand, and countless white shadows swarmed up and passed the checkpoint.

All the guards who had just handed over their shifts stood upright like wooden stakes. With so many thousands of people passing by in front of my eyes, I didn't even notice it, as if I didn't see it at all.

The patrol team that had just been replaced swaggered past these men in white. Both sides seemed to be facing a cloud of air.

This is how the three consecutive camps passed silently.

All the checkpoints, all the hidden lines, all the patrols, all of the three military camps... all changed a group of people.

Countless people in white clothes finally entered the so-called unbreakable Moyun Tiantian Prison.

All these processes are as smooth as flowing water. Yu Chichi thought that the defense system of Wannian was flawless, but after Mu Tianlan took action, it was so vulnerable.

Mu Tianlan's hundreds of thousands of years of painstaking management. Almost the military and the government are completely controlled by two hands. How deep is the tentacles? Even the limit of the universe is absolutely unclear.

Just when Yu Chichi had just risen, Mu Tianlan planted an unknown number of people beside Yu Chichi, and after so many years, how many people around Yu Chichi were actually Mu Tianlan's people? yes……

Hundreds of thousands of years of hard work, this background and its horror are absolutely indescribable and unimaginable.

If you don't move, you're done. Once you move with all your strength, it will be a thunderbolt, and the opponent will have no possibility of defense.

At this moment, the man in white has entered the dungeon.

As of now, all the perimeters of the entire sky prison have been replaced. It has completely fallen into the hands of the man in white, and Mo Yuntian's sky prison has temporarily lost contact with the outside world.

And from the first time they entered the prison, the group of white-clothed men reversed their cautiousness before, and started the road of massacres, silently killing the guards in the prison, killing them with knives. Do it all, kill it with the blade.

It seems that there is a sworn hatred against these people!

I saw the cold light flickering past, and everyone died the first time they saw the sword, light and sword shadow. Each of these white-clothed men used the kind of thin and thin sword blade. A sword pierced directly into the heart, and the sword energy exploded in the heart instantly. , Even the brain became a mess in an instant.

The next moment, when the narrow sword was pulled out from the chest with a "swish", no scars could be seen on the outside, but the person who was hit by the sword was already a dead body.

These white-clothed men are all the most cold-blooded murderous gods, walking all the way, harvesting lives all the way, without any expression on their faces.

But behind him, there was not even a single living creature left behind, absolutely nothing. !

Some of the more important interrogation rooms were interrogated by officers under Yu Chichi's command. The door opened silently and suddenly, and then Bai Ying suddenly broke in, without even saying hello, just killing him.

One moment he was still unscrupulous and showing off his might, but the next moment he was in a different place, his soul dead and his way gone.

It was only a cup of tea before and after, but the smell of blood in the dungeon became even stronger.

Those officers of the Mengzhan Army who had been tortured to the point of inhumanity were carefully lifted up by the men in white, and then rolled forward.

This one-sided massacre went on silently for more than half an hour; only then did they finally hear a strange scream from the prison.

However, the screams in the sky prison have always been one after another, and no one will notice this scream at all, and those men in white have already slaughtered an unknown number of people and entered the belly of the sky prison.

Everyone is calm and unhurried.

A sword comes out, a cold light flashes, life is cut off, and the sword is drawn away... with a cold face, he rushes to the next place, continues to swing the sword, kills, saves people...

Everything is so orderly, and everyone seems to be the pinnacle master of the job of executioner.

He is very familiar with killing people, and he is familiar with the road with ease.

Thousands of people are all top killers.

Just like this all the way to kill, although the sky prison occupies a huge area, it finally reached the end of the sky prison at this moment, and countless men in white began to check around to make sure that no fish slipped through the net. Regardless of whether it was dead or not, every corpse must have at least one sword.

Immediately, amidst cheers of surprise, all the officers and family members of the Meng Zhan Army were picked up by the men in white and quickly evacuated all the way.

It's just that there are too many people to carry, and although the number of white-clothed people is large, they are still powerless. Even if each person carries two at a time, it takes three rounds of back and forth to rescue everyone.

At such a time when the war is so fierce and the danger is coming again at any time, the man in white with his hands behind his back unexpectedly walked around the prison again, checking and confirming again. It's like after the exam, all the students hand in their papers and leave, and the examiner Shi Shiran turns around again.

That leisurely pace, walking in the blood-drenched dungeon, actually has a subtle feeling that is pleasing to the eye.

After turning around, the man in white showed a satisfied smile, and said softly: "When the dream wakes up...whose dream should wake up?"

Then the white-clothed man waved his sleeve, dipped in the blood on the ground, and wrote on the wall: "An dare to harm my subordinates, this is the end!"

Signature: Mu Tianlan is here for a visit!

His body floated up suddenly, and he came out of the prison like lightning.

In the sky prison, which can accommodate 100,000 prisoners, there is silence!

The only thing was the sound of blood flowing gently from the wound of the corpse, blood was everywhere.

Outside the dungeon, Yu Chichi's subordinates who were standing guard, and the patrolling team that had changed, had also changed into white clothes at this moment, and followed those white-clothed men before, and galloped away together.

After walking a certain distance, a group of people entered an inconspicuous courtyard. Tens of thousands of people walked in with the wounded on their backs. However, this inconspicuous small courtyard can hold on. It seems that there is an endless capacity inside...

In the end, everyone disappeared into this small courtyard without even making any noise.

After a long while, an old man came out of the small courtyard, looked at the surrounding environment, and suddenly took a deep, deep breath, and then slowly patted his hands on the ground

At the moment when the palm touched the ground, the snow covering half of the imperial capital suddenly melted silently, and a white mist immediately rose up on the ground, and all the traces of the people in white walked by were gone. With this steaming, everything disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, there were people in the southeast and northwest of the imperial capital, and they slapped their hands on the ground.

As a result, the entire imperial capital, a super large city that can accommodate tens of millions of people, except for the imperial city area, there is no trace of snow in other places.

It seems that the heavy snow in early winter that has been falling for two days and two nights has never existed before.

However, the snowflakes in the sky are still falling slowly.

Old Cangtou slowly lifted his palm from the ground, coughed, and murmured: "It's really snowing..."

With a hunched body, putting his hands in his sleeves, he walked shyly in. With staggering steps and gray hair, he is an old man who may die at any time in his dying years...

The heavy snow continued to fall, and continued to re-dye the ground into a silvery white...

But those footprints, all traces, are gone...

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