That's amazing now. Seeing such a terrifying and strange situation, who could care about Taoist Master Qingxu and Weng Chai, they raised their swords and turned around and slashed at the two companions who had become white-eyed Ren. The two guys who had become white-eyed Ren didn't know how to dodge. The big knife seemed to be unaware of it. Although blood splashed and flesh turned on their bodies, they only focused on killing the person in front of them. The knife was extremely fierce and heavy. One knife would either kill the person's life or cut off an arm or thigh. This combat power was incomparable at all. The two officials who were cut by the white-eyed Ren screamed, ran back like ghosts and howled, and ran out of the hall.

The two turned white and rushed out of the hall with a low roar, chasing the coffins and slashing them all the way.

Outside the hall, six or seven officers and soldiers were left guarding the corpses. When they saw several of their companions running over from the ruined temple, they all carried their waist knives and muskets and went up to them.

An official officer held a man whose arm was cut off and asked hurriedly: Brother, what happened?

The official's face was pale, sweating profusely, and said in a crying voice: Run, it will be too late if you don't run. Qingxu Demon Dao and a thin black man were in the hall. Our two brothers didn't know what evil magic they had used. They killed our own people like crazy.

Before the man could finish his words, the two officials who had turned into white-eyed men rushed to everyone. When they saw the two people, everyone was shocked. Can the two in front of them be considered individuals? The pair of white and miserable eyes had strange and inexplicable smiles on their faces, and a low roar like a beast in their throats. Not only that, they were also wounded on their bodies. One of them was cut on their chests, and blood flowed down the wound, leaving a long red blood line behind him. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died after he had flowed so much, and the man seemed to have nothing to do and continued to chase his companions.

This is not a human at all, a monster who has been possessed by evil spirits, an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Fighting with people has a chance of winning. It is no different from fighting like a monster like a reincarnated evil spirit. The officials who were originally staying in the yard were also frightened by the scene in front of them. They dared not go up and fight with them. They threw down their weapons and turned to run towards the temple gate.

After running a few steps, a man suddenly seemed to remember something and took out a clay pot from his arms. The clay pot was filled with a jar full of black blood. This was bought by the mistress who ordered the yamen runners. Now I don’t know whether it is useful or not. I can only treat it as a living horse and use it first.
Chapter completed!