484 Twelve Evil Ghosts

484 Twelve Evil Ghosts

The lights in the small factory came on and shone on the second floor. In that corner, a man in a wheelchair was being pushed out slowly. There was a long scar on the man's face, from the position of the eyes on the left cheek, to the chin on the right cheek, which can be described as shocking. He didn't seem young, with white hair and some ugly age spots on his skin.

The old man was not alone, there were twelve people standing behind him. Every face is wearing a mask of evil spirits, very ferocious, as if they really crawled out of hell, they all stared at Murong Ying and the others viciously.

"You are not from Huaxia."

Murong Ying looked at the nagging old man on the second floor, and asked directly, "Where did you come from, why did you touch my people?"

"This girl... I'm really sorry. You can call me Lao Mo."

The old man said with a smile, "You will like this name, because I like it very much. However, I will never be polite to those who break into my village."

"What did you do to them both?"

Murong Ying had a bad premonition.

The old man clapped his hands, and a man with a grimace immediately threw two people out.

Both of these people have passed out, but their bones have been smashed all over their bodies.

"Trespassing my village, I will punish them."

When the old man smiled, it looked like he was crying. This smile combined with his face is really scary.

"Girl doll... You guys will also be punished like this."

The old man said very bluntly.

"It seems that you really don't know anything."

Li Fan sighed, "Daughter-in-law, I don't care, you can do it yourself."

Murong Ying said that he and Bodhi should not be allowed to interfere. It just so happened that he also had one arm that he couldn't use, so he simply stood there and watched the play.

"Amitabha……"

Bodhi recited the Buddha's name, but he didn't know whether it was for Murong Ying or for the thirteen unlucky ghosts.

"These are the twelve evil spirits I have honed, and each of them has peak strength."

The old man looked confident, "Any one of their twelve masters is enough to send you to the west. Hiding here in Yaowang Village, these twelve people are my last protection."

Although he didn't know who the old man was, Li Fan felt that he might be miserable today.

Li Fan didn't interfere, but he was still curious.

Before the two sides made a move, Li Fan asked first.

"Anyway, we are going to die today, why don't we let us understand when we die?"

"This little doll is somewhat self-aware."

Lao Mo nodded, "I appreciate smart people. If you want to know anything, just ask."

Murong Ying understood Li Fan's intentions, so she didn't say anything.

"Old man, where are you from? Why did you choose to hide in this shitty Yaowang Village?"

"Me?"

Old Mo's eyes seemed to be full of memories, "That girl said just now... I am not from Huaxia."

He thought to himself, there are still a few dead people anyway, so it's okay to talk to them about his own affairs. These things have been kept in my heart for so many years, and I always want to tell others to hear them. The living can't say it, but the dead can.

"I'm from an island country. My real name... seems to be... Longshan Koji..."

It seems that because it has been too long, Lao Mo has forgotten his original name.

He muttered for a while, then continued, "I come from... the East City Society of the island country... At that time...we were defeated, and everyone was retreating to the country. However, a group of dead soldiers were left on the mainland to train underground forces, waiting for the emperor's army to set foot on this land again."

Damn... Li Fan's heart skipped a beat. This old man is actually a character from World War II?

This guy must be seventy or eighty years old, right?

It seems that in Yaowang Village, there are many treasures from heaven and earth, and this guy has a long life!

"This is the plan of our Dongcheng Society... the fledglings that were left over from that year. And... many fledglings stayed in the mainland, lurking among you. As long as there are these fledglings, the mainland will sooner or later become our hands s things."

"It's really beautiful... Fascism has long been destroyed!"

Li Fan sneered, "You know how to choose a place, daydreaming in this deep mountain and old forest. I think you are not too young, so you might as well go to the ground as soon as possible. What do you think?"

"Little baby...you are too naive."

Lao Mo gently tapped the ground with the crutch in his hand, "We fledglings...have grown into full-fledged eagles! How do you compare yourself to an eagle!"

"Yeah?"

Murong Ying had almost heard it, she took a step forward, and pointed at Lao Mo on the second floor with two fingers, "Then let me try, how much does your so-called eagle weigh?"

"Okay... I've finished listening to the story, and you should take my secret with you and go to hell."

As Lao Mo said, a man with a grimace suddenly disappeared as soon as he knocked on his cane, and then appeared behind Murong Ying in an instant, holding a dagger in his hand, as if he wanted to slit Murong Ying's throat open!

Li Fan couldn't help admiring, what a powerful assassination technique!

This old Mo has cultivated twelve great killers.

Twelve killers who have reached the pinnacle... Tsk tsk, when did the pinnacle become so worthless.

Murong Ying raised two fingers and flicked the dagger.

"when!"

The dagger was directly knocked open, and the sharp blade on it was curled up, which shows how domineering the sword energy on Murong Ying's finger is!

"I'm really sorry, I, Murong Ying, accept the heads of the twelve evil spirits of yours!"

As Murong Ying said, two fingers had already stuck into the temple of that evil ghost man!

"puff!"

Sword Qi erupted from the other side of the evil ghost man's head, smashing his head!

Once Murong Ying shows off her power, not everyone can stop her!

"Nani?"

Lao Mo uttered a rare Japanese language, and Murong Ying had already jumped to the second floor with light work!

The rest of the evil ghost male protectors were eager to rush towards Murong Ying.

But what kind of person is Murong Ying? Her high heels are on the railing on the second floor, her body is as stable as Mount Tai, and her hands are like swords. Anyone who comes half a meter away from her will be beheaded by her mercilessly!

"idiot!"

Lao Mo saw that Murong Ying was not easy to deal with, so he pointed his cane at Li Fan and the others below.

"Catch those people and force her to submit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two men with grimaces appeared in front of Li Fan.

Bodhi stood aside, and really didn't have any intention of making a move.

And Li Fan's face sank, "Nimma, you bully the disabled, right?"