When he heard this, the group of evil bandits and strong men were particularly surprised.

"How did these two guys come out?"

"Do you still need to ask? He is pretending to be hypnotized, and he has not been hypnotized."

"He's not the police!"

"No matter who he is, kill them!"

After a brief exchange, the strong men showed their fierce appearance and rushed up with yelling wildly.

"It's really speechless." I cursed myself. What did this guy think? He didn't fight and wanted to play so thrillingly.

But now that things have come to this point, I can't let any more thoughts on me, so I quickly took out the talisman and greeted me.

Plop, plop...

However, I had just taken two or three steps, and the strong men who rushed to the front fell to the ground one after another, like a tree stump that was kicked down, straight and without any warning.

"What's going on?" I was stunned.

"Dear Zhang, have we discussed it? Leave these guys to me to deal with it. Just be careful of the old man in white." Parker danced his arms lightly like a band conductor and said calmly. He smiled and looked confident.

As his arms danced, red ants flew out of his shirt pocket one after another. I think those strong men were all knocked down by these little things.

I noticed just now that the old man in white Zhongshan suit was not in the campfire. He was thinking of helping him solve these strong men before going to find the old man. But when he saw that the foreigner had some tricks, it was no problem to deal with these strong men, so he felt relieved.

After six or seven strong men fell to the ground, all the people following behind were frightened and stopped with panic on their faces.

"Damn it! This foreigner is weird! Third son, take out his gun." A thin black man shouted loudly in the crowd.

These guys may not have thought that there were such powerful characters in the tour group that were originally fat sheep. Most of them didn't carry any guys on them, only three or five people holding long swords in their hands. But now they didn't know what was going on, so six or seven people were lying on the ground, and then they panicked.

Hearing his shout, there was a scarred beard in the crowd, and a dirt gun was pulled out from his back, and filled it with gunpowder with a click.

"Since you are so anxious, I'll send you to death first!" Parker said coldly, then pointed at the man suddenly.

Beard raised his gun, turned his arm and inserted it into his mouth, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

Bang!

With a gunshot, the guy raised his head and fell down.

Half of his head was shattered, blood splattered, and brain matter was splattered, splattering everyone around him on his face.

"This...what the hell is going on?"

These guys were completely scared!

It is true that they are outlaws, but have you ever seen such a scene? You can fall to the ground in groups from a distance, and even commit suicide by lifting a gun. This unknown horror is simply indescribable.

"Ghost, ghost!" Someone shouted suddenly, turned around and ran away.

These guys also woke up immediately and fled like a loss of soul.

Seeing them running out for more than 30 meters, Parker didn't chase after him and spread his shoulders and said, "This is what you said. This is a wonderful night, what a pity it was wasted." As he said that, his arms shook violently, as if the music he was directing suddenly became excited.

The crowd that had already run away turned around and ran back, and they were fighting each other ten meters away.

This is a real fight. Wave the knife in your hand, pick up the stone on the ground, insert it into the other party's chest, and smash the other party's head.

Against the backdrop of the fire, each of them turned into a bloodthirsty demon - the remaining dozen people regarded each other as enemies, like a group of ancient Roman gladiators, fighting fiercely and slaughtering wildly. It was particularly shocking and extremely bloody!

And beside the bonfire a few meters away, the passengers were dancing happily, no longer as dull as before, and everyone's faces were filled with a brilliant smile.

They held hands and laughed and danced around the bonfire.

Each of their faces was slightly red, and there was a stream of extremely uncontrollable desire in their eyes. As they were jumping, several couples hugged each other tightly.

"Dear Zhang, look..." Parker took back the ant and smiled with great relief: "One side is singing and laughing, but the other side is fighting bloodthirsty. This is the essence of the world, this is the instinct of animals, killing and sex, the truth that the law of survival is forever unchanged, and it is the thing that can stimulate the primitive desires of animals the most. Ah..."

Parker split his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and said intoxicatedly: "This world is really wonderful!"

Although his methods were magical, we won; although we were on the same front now, the evil bandits should indeed die, but seeing this scene and hearing him say this, I couldn't help but fight a cold war.

This guy must have psychological problems, and he is a very perverted maniac.

The fat tour guide was not involved in the attack of siege and killing us, and Parker did not attack him.

But this guy had been scared to death long ago, and sat softly on the ground, staring at us both, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Tell me, where did that old man go?" I stepped beside him, grabbed his collar and shouted loudly.

"Don't kill me...Don't kill me..." The fat man was so scared that he was as soft as mud and begged: "I am only responsible for bringing people here, and everything else has nothing to do with me."

"It's okay?" I shook my hand and slapped his big mouth hard, and several teeth flew out.

"This is simply hell on earth! You are accomplices of the tiger and deceived everyone here. How dare you say it has nothing to do with you? Who else is there except that old guy? Where did he run away?"

"No...no one." The fat man's mouth was covered in blood and responded in extreme fear: "Master Bai, no, no, that old man is going to open the altar."

"Where is the one you open? Where is it? If you dare to tell a lie, I will throw you into the fire." I shouted angrily.

"No, no, no, I dare not, I dare..." The fat man trembled and pointed forward: "Just behind that big slope, I don't know what he is doing, and no one else knows. Anyway, every time everyone drinks... after drinking the blood, he goes there."

I followed the direction he pointed at, and there were a large pile of tall and short soil in the distance of the bonfire, and the fat man pointed to the largest one.

I kicked the fat man away and was about to turn around, suddenly, the group of passengers who were reveling screamed in unison, and they really got crazy.
Chapter completed!