Zhang Huai'an's tone is not a fake, it seems to be really helpless. Liu Zhenghua and others sitting next to him are shocked. What they mean by killing a hundred and ten thousand zombies, they all know. And they know better that there is an evolutionary zombie in the middle of the loss. Once the evolutionary zombies appear, they have to change their lives.

Zhang Huai'an means that he can't hold down the soldiers below. He can only use the most primitive way to calm down the anger and resentment of the soldiers below with blood and human head. What does this mean? This means that the soldiers in the camp have become a group of bloodthirsty lunatics, a group of madmen who do not take their lives, such enemies are the most terrible, and they can not afford.

"Can you... can't kill so much. ·························································································· Tell some truth..."

Qian Kaixi talked, although he does not care about the lives and deaths of the poor, here are the locals around WH who are being killed. As a native of the WH, Qian Kaixi is very resentful to outsiders who kill his hometown, although he I dare not refute, but I hope that Zhang Huai'an will change his mind. It is good to kill one less.

"It’s useless. Originally, they are going to kill the ones who have changed their meters, or I can say that they only accept killing these people. Oh, my life is not good.... Go back to the base and let the brothers adjust them..."

Qian Kaixi sighed and fell into the ears of Liu Zhenghua and others, but they captured a key word, back to the base?

Qian Kaixi was very flustered by the word. He opened his mouth and wanted to continue to ask questions. However, he saw that the men with the big flowers were driven to the table, and the twenty-handed man with the big knife went up to the table.

The two militiamen pulled one on the table and slammed five on the side. They didn't use Zhang Huai'an to throw any number plates. They smashed, and the executioner standing next to them slashed.

The five executioners slashed their swords together, and in the distance, the audience made a neat exclamation, flying three heads, and two squatting their heads around their necks. The neck was not broken, and the short neck was split. A big **** mouth, blood water like a water tube splitting, splashing around, scattered blood beads raindrops are generally poured on the face of the hangman's face, body.

Those who are not sentenced to death do not want to live, open their mouths, painful licking their mouths, but they can't make a sound in their throats. Their trachea has been cut off, and a red blood bubble is still blowing at the break.

Two unsuccessful executioners were also scared by the blood poured on their bodies. They kept their swords and looked at the splashing blood on the ground, feeling the hot blood dripping from the face.

A big drink, two hangman standing behind the chest, trotting up, the two scared scorpions pulled away and fell to the ground, the big blade in the hand flashed a bright light in the sun, and another person flew It’s up.

This time, there was still a lost hand. When the cut, the **** guy fell to the ground and the big knife fell, which made the young executioner somewhat averse.

Lifting the foot and kicking the guy on the ground to the side, the whole body including his legs are shaking, the executioner ignores him, his eyes are slashing, three consecutive knives, the humeral head usually smashes his head. One foot kicked the head off the stage.

On the wooden table, there were five dead bodies and two scared hangmans. The blood on the floor was soaked and wet, and the large pieces of red were shining, stimulating the senses of the people. The countless crowds were stupid. Looking at the stands, suddenly, a man standing in front of him stood up and a white flower sprayed out of his mouth. For a time, the vomiting became the main theme of the center of the gathering.

In the presence, not only did the people watching the spit spit, waiting for the spit to be spit, even the executioner standing on the table was spitting, and there were six throwing knives in the hands of twenty scorpions, trying to jump off the stage. But the team members pointed at the muzzle.

Zhang Huai'an rubbed the tears from the vomiting and looked around. He found that only one person who was sitting under the sun umbrella with him vomited like him, everyone else was just a face. Unsightly.

The vomiting person is Qian Kaixi. Others, including Mu Pei Pei, are just frowning. This makes the money open and alert. These people are not good at it. They should be more careful in the future, including the seemingly beautiful and fascinating curtain.

The execution continued, and the men who were sobbing loudly, pulled the **** scorpion, and fell into a knife and two. Not everyone had luck and was cut off the head. It was a good time. At least half of the people were cut to a non-fatal place. More suffering from the pain, more and more can not stand the executioner, they dropped the dagger knife, kneel on the table to the players below, and asked them to let go.

As Zhang Huai'an nodded, the number of executioners on the stage was less and less, and eventually there were only seven. The more the seven kills, the more excited, the one who was **** with five flowers, the one who kicked down the first, the breath of the chest. With the scarlet eyes, I wiped the blood on my face and waited for the next one to be sent to them.

The body under the table spreads out the old man. The blood is like a river, and it gathers on the ground. It has been flowing to the far-off onlookers. The people standing at the forefront have long since disappeared. They have been scared of their courage. Three times and five times, I have to turn around and leave, and I am blocked by the people who are scared to move.

At this time, there is a strange atmosphere in the center of the gathering place. Whether it is killing or watching the murder, it is polarized. Some civilians can’t stand it. The self-protection mechanism is launched, and the white eyes are dizzy, and some people look more and more. Excited, couldn't help but want to rush to the front to see a closer look, seeing the remaining executioners murder more and more profitable, screaming loudly, not because they hate the murdered person, but simply someone was beaten by a dagger and bleed.

Those who were on the side looked at the companions around him and were taken away. They became **** bodies. I don’t know how many people were scared to get rid of the urine. I don’t know if there were a few scared nerves, if they were all tied up. Solid, I am afraid that the chickens that have long been screaming are jumping.

On the side of the big car behind these people, Huang Tingwei is talking to a woman. The woman is the woman who originally exchanged food stamps. At this moment, the woman has no enchanting charm yesterday, and she trembles against the carriage. The yellow water droplets follow her. The ankles flowed to the ground, and the thick blood in the air surrounded her like a substance.

"See? Do you want to go up? Or, are you ready to get your head off at the beginning?"

Huang Tingwei’s back to the first station~lightnovelpub.net~ staring at the woman’s horrified eyes, talking in a whisper, the voice is very soft, with the consistent elegance of the intellectuals, but the meaning and tone of the words Not worthy, it is the individual who can hear the thick killing.

"I really don't know where he is hiding. I can tell you everything. I am really innocent. He only asked me to bring people to change food. I don't know if there will be fake rice tickets. Really please believe me..."

The woman tried to be sincere and her eyes revealed some sincerity. She wanted Huang Tingwei to believe in herself and believe that she is really innocent.

"I really don't know where he is? Don't even know your mistress?"

Huang Tingwei frowned and asked the last time carefully.

"I know a few places I know. I really don't know. He never tells me something. If I know, I will tell you, please, please be sure to believe me, what am I really?" Do not know at all····"

The woman was sore and crying, and the body slowly slid down the carriage, and reached the foot of Huang Tingwei. She looked up at Huang Tingwei with tears in her eyes, and both hands prayed for her eyes.

Huang Tingwei looked at the woman seriously, hesitated, nodded and said:

"I believe that you are innocent, and I believe that you really don't know where he is going..."

The woman nodded again and again, her eyes were full of gratitude, her mouth slightly tilted, and she wanted to give Huang Tingwei a smile.

"Take her over and stay with those who are innocent..."

After Huang Tingwei finished speaking, he turned and left, and the woman at the foot stopped looking at him more.

The woman looked at the back of Huang Tingwei’s departure, and opened her mouth and couldn’t make a sound. The two big hands took her arms and left and right, and she screamed loudly: “No... ········”