Chapter 237 Xi'an Nightmare (Part 2)

Faluke's face looked ugly. He muttered a few words, looked back, and suddenly asked, "Strange, where did Lao Bobi and the others go? Where are they?"

Farke was stunned for a moment and carefully ticked the number of people. Isn't it? Now they are fifty-three old men in similar black robes standing in the heart of the road in the strange eyes of pedestrians all over the street. At this time, these black wizards realized how conspicuous they looked, and they couldn't help but feel a little panicked. On the Western Continent, if they appeared in the market in such an open cluster, the Inquisition would probably kill them immediately.

After coughing, Fakeqiang calmly said, "Don't panic, don't panic, it's no big deal. This is not our country, this is the mysterious East. There are no people from the Holy See here, so we don't panic. Oh, it's really strange, where did Lao Bobi and the others go? Hank, have you noticed where they went?"

An old wizard shook his head and said in surprise: "They were still behind just now, but then the two guys started fighting. Once I didn't pay attention, they disappeared. Maybe they were dispersed by the crowd? It's no big deal. We just mark the streets and ask Lao Bobi and the others to come over." He said with certainty: "Look, the pedestrians on this road have no magic fluctuations at all. They will not cause any harm to Lao Bobi and the others, we can rest assured."

Fark shook his head and showed his leader's appearance and taught a lesson: "No, we can't be careless. This is a country that we don't know. We must act carefully. Faluk, take ten brothers out to find Lao Bobby and the others. If you sixteen people are together, I'm afraid no one can hurt you here. Let's walk along the street and arrive at the nearest hotel, where they are called inns and stay. Then you will come to us."

He thought seriously: "Wait a moment, we will go to visit their local consuls to see if there is a mage around them who can threaten us, if not..." Farke showed a hideous smile on his face. A child on the roadside happened to see his ugly smile and couldn't help but run away in fear. Farke looked proudly in the direction where the child left, and said in a dark voice: "If no one can threaten us here, then we can... Hehe, tonight, when the power of darkness is the most powerful..."

He clenched his fists hard to strengthen his tone. The black wizards laughed at the same time. This time, Falluke willingly walked back with ten companions, while Falluke brought the remaining black wizards, honestly lined up in a neat queue, and headed towards the nearest inn on the street. Falluke kept looking around like a thief, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Damn God, how prosperous this place is. They have so many shops, so many people, so many livestock, and it is a rich country."

The dark wizards were stunned by the prosperous scene. They soon became immersed in what they saw and heard, and could not even think of Faluke and others who sent them to find people.

It was difficult for eleven old wizards to walk on the street without attracting attention. The citizens on the road looked at them curiously. The merchants from the Western Regions had seen too many, but this was the first time they had seen such ugly and old people, especially when they did not carry any horses and livestock, how did they come to Shaanxi from thousands of miles away? And those with ulterior motives stared behind Faluke and others slowly, waiting for another opportunity to take action.

Soon, Faluke and the others walked into an alley, and they were about to die. They happened to see five dark wizards who were stripped naked and humming on the ground. A piece of brick smashed the five wizards into a slight concussion, and they were still confused and confused. What was going on. A big stick smashed half of their ribs, which made these old ghosts who were at least a hundred years old? They could still hum now, but they could only say that the poisonous magic potions they drank on weekdays had worked. At least their tolerance was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Faluke's body stiffened a little, and then he quickly stepped forward a few steps and smiled sharply: "Ah, dear Mr. Old Bobby, dear Old Bobby, why did you become like this? Oh, majestic, terrible, old Bobby with endless magic power, tsk, old Bobby, old Bobby... What's wrong with you? Where are your clothes? Where have you gone?"

None of the eleven dark wizards went to support their companions, and they surrounded them, and without any hesitation, condolenced to their companions who had been robbed with the most sarcastic and vicious words they knew. They were so happy that it seemed that Old Bobi and his wand had also been stolen. The mage's wand often had more than half of his strength. When the wand was stolen, Old Bobi's strength collapsed. This was so worth their happiness.

A voice muttered: "What a group of interesting Hu merchants. They rushed into Xi'an Prefecture to do jewelry business. When they saw their companions being beaten by others, they were so happy. Alas, there are indeed all kinds of wonders in the world. They are worthy of being a barbarian, and they don't have a slight scent of gentlemanism." The voice was feeling emotion, and walked over slowly step by step.

Faluke shook all over, and the wand in his hand lit up, and a dark magic that could be activated quickly had already enveloped him. He whispered in a low voice: "Confusion." An invisible wave had already enveloped within a radius of three feet. He was confident that under the influence of his magic, any creature would fall into chaos in his mind, and illusions arose. If he did not cancel the magic, ordinary people would not be able to escape from the illusion.

Five masters of the Golden Dragon Gang were approaching, and suddenly their bodies became weak and they collapsed on the ground. Many people's voices sounded at the same time: "These old guys know evil magic, fuck them, kill them." A brick flew over from a distance and hit Faluke's face. Faluke screamed, opened his mouth and spit out his last thirteen teeth, and his mouth was covered in blood and fell to the sky. The brick slapped him fainted, and the chaotic magic disappeared without a trace.

More than two hundred bricks were slashed across the ground. Ten black wizards who were about to launch a large-scale dark magic screamed with great power and powerful dark magic. They were smashed to the ground by the dense bricks. These gangsters who smashed the bricks were all cruel and ruthless. Ten black wizards were smashed into pig's heads. When the bricks hit their fragile bodies, you could hear the "crack" sound of bone breakage.

On the Western continent, the dark wizard group that was most afraid of by citizens was in an unknown alley in Xi'an Prefecture, Shaanxi Province in the Ming Dynasty, and was shattered with bricks raised from the wall. These wizards, who were powerful in the light and dark war with the Holy See, caused huge losses to the Holy See, were unable to show their power at all in the face of such a rogue, vulgar and shameless sneak attack, and were completely defeated.

At the last moment before his coma, Falluke roared in his mind: "You shameless guys are more shameless than the people of the Holy See. The crusaders of the Holy See will arrange their formations and collide head-on with the barbaric orcs." Yes, the crusaders and orcs collided head-on, and their dark wizards can take the opportunity to release magic. This is the most orthodox way of combat on the Western continent. But how can you let these old-fashioned black wizards understand that there is something called military strategy in the East? To put it bluntly, the more shameless the more you can win.

Dozens of gangsters with flesh-faced faces surrounded him, nodded and bowed, and helped up the five masters and guards who fell on the ground. The gangster who led the lead asked flatteringly: "Master Long, what are the ways these guys are?" He saw the five masters fall to the ground and looked at the magic wand that Faluke stretched out. If it were Faluke who was damaging, they would not be qualified to hang out in Xi'an Mansion.

The Long Master's face was ashen. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "These Hu people must be strange. They learned some small magic tricks from somewhere to pretend to be a god. Hehe, no wonder they dared to sell jewelry like this, and when they entered the city, they shone the red goods out. It's true that they have a support... Come on, break their ten fingers for me. Can I still pretend to be a god? They stripped them naked and wiped out their hands."

The group of rascals rushed up and first took off all the valuable gems, gold spirits, silver and other valuables used by these black wizards to perform magic experiments. Then they stripped off all their clothes, picked up the bricks on the ground, pulled the fingers of Faluke and the others, and smashed them down fiercely.

Faluke and the others were awakened by pain, and their fingers were connected to the heart. Although they were dark wizards, they were still humans after all, especially some people in their 80s and hundreds of years old. Their bones were so crisp that they almost broke their palms after a brick. Faluke and his men were twisting and struggling desperately, trying to release a magic to solve the people around them, but they were so painful that they could concentrate on releasing magic? They could only twitch and howl, watching their palms turn into bloody balls.

The Long Master swung a washing rod and stood in front of Faluke with a grim smile. He said in a dark voice: "I'm old, you have some skills. I've actually made me fall into such a miserable situation today. Damn, I was struggling in Shaanxi back then, and I was in black and white. Who dared not give me face? Today you have the courage to let Mr. Long and his four brothers eat turtles. Do you want to leave some of them?" The washing rod in his hand was raised heavily, and then slashed it hard, directly on Faluke's temple.

With a "bang", the washing rod with internal strength was not as powerful as the pure steel mace. Faluke didn't say a word, and was beaten to a brain burst and died on the spot. The other dark wizards were stunned. They screamed quickly and begged for mercy. There were also a few of them with a slightly more agile body, shaking up and running out. But so many rogues nearby blocked the road, where could they go?

A series of shiny little daggers penetrated their bodies in a grim laughter. The dark wizards howled and closed their eyes weakly. The last thought of the old Poppy was: "God, this country is so terrible... Do their consuls care about theirs?"

After a riot, sixteen corpses were wrapped in raw cowhide and stuffed into a carriage transporting meat. Shi Shiran drove out of the city gate and threw them on a mass grave twenty miles outside the city. Sixteen black wizards with great power in the West died silently.

Farke and the others were being led by a few extremely attentive guys and turned into an alley. Originally, Farke and the others were about to move into the first big inn on the street, but these quick-handed guys rushed up and confused Farke and the others in an extremely enthusiastic tone. After a guy promised to send someone to wait for Farke and the others on the street, Farke and others followed them into the alley and into a small inn.

The shopkeepers, the occupants and the mates in the inn all came out, nodding and bowing as if welcoming the distinguished guests, and brought Farke and the others into the shop. Without further instructions, forty-two wizards were taken into the innermost backyard, where hot wine and food were already placed inside, and the fragrance was so strong. The shopkeeper said attentively: "Customer, guests, please, please, here, here. We have just prepared wine and food, and we are waiting for you."

The shopkeeper was laughing, and the guys were laughing. But Farke and the others knew where they had entered. After sitting down with a swagger, they were immediately attracted by the rich wine and food on the table. Farke and the others narrowed their eyes and smiled. They suddenly felt that such a hospitable and enthusiastic nation was too easy to deal with. According to their previous experience, the more simple, the more favorable it was, the more hospitality, the more the people were, the easier it was to deal with.

Fark smiled in his heart: "Ha, the brave Romans would not like guests so much. There are only those romantic countries, which are so easy to deal with."

At this moment, the black wizards were very calm and had increased their confidence in developing their own power in the Central Plains. They began to eat and drink, and were ready to visit the highest officials in the local area after enjoying this delicacy. In their impression, there were some powerful people around the officials or monarchs of any country. If the guards in this "capital" did not threaten them at all, they would be ready to directly turn the city into a city of the dead and then sweep the world.

The first piece of meat entered his mouth, and Fake and the others couldn't stop chopsticks. A greedy green light shone out from their eyes, and they frantically snatched the wine and food on the table. Several wizards kept praising: "It's so wonderful to praise Satan. Oh my God, even a feast in the Western court cannot match this taste. It's so wonderful, it's such an incredible delicious food."

While eating, Fark thought in his heart: "I'm so touched. Such a wonderful food has never eaten such a good thing in the past century. Well, if you want to kill all the people in this city, you must leave the chef of this hotel and let him follow me to cook for me in the future." At the same time, he gloated and thought: "Faluke and the others are looking for people on the street? Hahaha, then we will eat up all this food first, not leave him a little... No, we must leave him a chicken leg, so we can greed for him."

The inn shopkeeper tilted his head and looked at the group of old guys who were eating and drinking, as if they were starving ghosts, and asked curiously: "Hey, Xiao Wu, didn't you tell Lao Jin that you didn't have to cook so hard? Why is he still so stupid? Look at these guys, how happy they eat, damn it makes me hungry."

A guy beside him stretched his neck and stared at Fake and the others, and said strangely: "Old Jin said that he had not added any seasoning except for adding some oil and salt. God knows why these old ghosts like to eat so much? Could it be that they didn't eat anything in the desert for a month?...Boss, I'm afraid that every brother has a lot of dividends this time?"

The shopkeeper said in a low voice: "The master said that after seeing the goods on the five old guys, it is said that they are worth at least hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. For so many old guys, the goods on them are probably worth millions of taels. According to the rules of the gang leader, half of them will be solved by Yingtian Mansion, 30% will be left in the hall, and 20% will be given to the brothers..." The shopkeeper and the couples around him will be glowing at the same time: "Be good, I'm afraid that not every brother can give a few hundred taels of silver?"

Several guys were so excited that they were trembling: "God, we're a few hundred taels of silver. Now we're so developed. We'll have to go to Cuiyunlou for a good time. We can also go to the red card lady there to play for one night." They looked at Fake and the others who were eating and drinking in the sea, and kept muttering: "Damn it, drift, why haven't it been drifting?"

The shopkeeper suddenly cursed: "Damn, have you put on sweating pills? Why do you think they are still scattering?... Go, change to a batch of wine and food, and give me ten times the amount."

The guys were startled and whispered: "Boss, I'm afraid that it will kill people by ten times the weight."

The shopkeeper said with his eyes straight: "So much care? I've made them for me, and I'm going to put the money there, don't you want to put the money there?"

So, the new wine and food were delivered like water. This time the chef prepared the dishes carefully, and even put them in the sweat medicine fifty times the amount of ordinary people. Anyway, ten times will die, fifty times will die. For that batch of jewelry, these gangsters of the Golden Dragon Gang would not have been able to care about so much. But they didn't know that Fake and the others dealt with magic potions all day long on weekdays. If it weren't for fifty times the amount, they wouldn't have beaten them.

After eating and drinking for half a quarter of an hour, the people of the Golden Dragon Gang's face turned green. These old ghosts, each of them had taken the sweat-burning medicine that could cause two or three hundred ordinary people to fall down. Why didn't they fall? The shopkeeper's face turned cold and he felt a little heart-wrenching, and whispered: "Put me again, add medicine, and put in me the colorless and tasteless goods you can find. I don't believe that their bodies are iron-clad." The shopkeeper's tricks were very bright. He knew that when he met a powerful character, these old ghosts might have something strange about them. Ordinary sweat-burning medicines would probably have no effect on them.

Another batch of specially added food was served. This time, the meal was very exciting. There were countless crotons and rhubarbs, sweat medicines, and rat medicines. Several pounds of food were added. As soon as a few guys who delivered the food came in, they fell to the ground as soon as they ran back to the door. They were fumigated by the smell of medicine.

The pungent spices in the meal covered the abnormal smell of medicine. Fake and the others happily ate and drank, as if they were going to eat a month's meal in one meal. They kept praising and sighing at the wealth of this country. They finally decided that this country would have a population of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, because such a wealthy country would easily accumulate a large population. Their hearts were extremely comfortable. Think about it, what a sensational effect would it be for tens of millions of undead troops to rush back to the Western continent. Their status in the Dark Wizards Association will definitely be greatly improved.

‘Pu ’, a string of black beads on Farke’s wrist suddenly exploded, and Farke stood up suddenly and exclaimed: “Is Farluke dead? How is it possible? Who, who killed him?”

When the dark wizards heard that Faluke was dead, they couldn't help but jump up at the same time, but in an instant, they felt like fire in their stomachs, and a feeling of depression rushed to their foreheads. The dark wizards were shocked and didn't know what had happened, so they fell to the ground one by one. Faluke's body was also shaking. He screamed, barely crushing one of the beads, and then fell to the ground.

The shopkeepers of the inn and the guys rushed up, and together with hundreds of big men who came out of nowhere, they stripped the black wizards all over, rolled them in the raw cowhide with a smile, and transported them to the mass grave outside the city by carriage. The bloody daggers rose and fell again and again, and all of them were killed, and then buried together indiscriminately.

The first invasion of the dark forces in the West was absurdly disintegrated.

The owner of the Shaanxi Branch of the Golden Dragon Gang proudly sent a large sum of silver to Yingtian Mansion. For those magic wands, amulets and other things, they were burned clean by the Golden Dragon Gang gang gang gang gang members who didn't know their purpose. These treasures that were hard to find in the West were like garbage at this moment.
Chapter completed!