Nightmare Attack

A few seconds later, the sound of "kick, kick, kick" footsteps came from the stairs. The sound was deep and muffled, like many pairs of heavy boots hitting it.

They went upstairs.

But now Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng are very passive. They are about to be blocked in the third floor corridor by the village chief and others.

Chen Xiaomeng and Jiang Cheng acted almost at the same time, and they ran to room 307, whose door was still open.

The former picked up the wooden chair beside the table and smashed it directly against the window. After a harsh crackling sound, the wooden chair broke out of the window and fell heavily on the street outside the window, with a "bang" sound.

People were coming and going on the street, and Chen Xiaomeng hoped to attract the attention of passers-by.

But when she looked out from the broken window frame, her heart suddenly went cold. The pedestrians on the road were still there, but no one noticed what happened just now.

The vendors on the street were still selling, and two women carrying vegetable baskets passed by the wooden chairs, seemingly unaware of the wooden chairs abandoned in the middle of the road.

This is so weird.

But this is a nightmare, a place that is completely beyond the reach of common sense.

Jiang Cheng pulled the quilt hard, then picked up the kerosene lamp and rushed back to the corridor.

Chen Xiaomeng also rushed out with him. After all, both of them knew that death would be worse if they were blocked in the room.

At this time, several big-bodied men rushed out from the stairs, about 5 or 6 of them, all with dark skin. The leader had a beard, triangular eyes, and a fierce look on his face.

Jiang Cheng recognized the two people behind him. When the village chief led the team to put out the fire at Qian's ancestral hall, these two people followed the team.

It's just that the appearance of these people is a bit miserable. A few of them are disgraced and their bodies are covered with small blood stains.

Half of the leg of the man on the right side of the bearded man was covered in blood. He only had to wrap a piece of cloth around it a few times to stop the blood from seeping out.

Several people stared at Jiang Cheng with murderous intent in their eyes, but when they looked at Chen Xiaomeng, the murderous intent suddenly dissipated and turned into a primitive desire.

Chen Xiaomeng tightened her grip on the wooden hairpin in her hand.

"Sanyaozi!"

There was a voice coming from behind the stairs, as if he was suppressing extreme anger.

The village chief appeared on the stairs with someone helping him. The person supporting the village chief was none other than the tall, dark-skinned man to whom Jiang Cheng had stuffed a steamed bun.

The crowd dispersed, and the village chief stood in the middle with an extremely ugly face. His pretended kindness was replaced by a ferocious look. Now he only wanted to tear Jiangcheng into pieces.

That woman must die too, the village chief stared at Chen Xiaomeng.

but not now.

"Dad," the leader of the bearded man said with blood-red eyes, "The eldest brother was killed by them, and the second brother was also seriously injured."

The village chief, whose real name is Qian Jianguo, gritted his teeth and said, "Your fourth uncle was also killed by them. Come on! Kill the man and take the woman back!"

"Whoever kills that man, the woman belongs to him!"

After hearing this, the men roared and rushed forward as if they had been given blood.

Although they were injured, the toughness of the mountain people was clearly revealed at this moment. Their eyes were wide open, their black and white eyes were bloodshot, and they even had no weapons in their hands.

Perhaps he felt that it was useless to deal with such a few ordinary people.

But Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng are not ordinary people they can understand. The space in the corridor is small and can only accommodate three people at a time. Therefore, even if the village chief and others have more people, they can only rush up to a few people at the same time.

A muscular man in brown cloth waved his fist and hit Jiang Cheng with a fierce momentum.

In his impression, the frail man in front of him would faint even if he didn't die after receiving his punch.

But just when he thought he was sure of victory, the man in front of him faltered and barely avoided the punch, and then a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

His movements stagnated, and then his throat gradually became slightly warm, and then suddenly split open, and a large amount of hot blood spurted out, even splashing on the ceiling.

The life in the man's eyes disappeared quickly, he knelt on the ground with a plop, and the next second he fell to the ground and never got up again.

The shiny piece of iron in Jiang Cheng's hand had bright red marks flowing on it.

All this happened in an instant, so that the other swarthy man rushing towards Jiangcheng didn't even see what was going on.

He raised his strong arm and struck Jiang Cheng sideways.

Jiang Cheng bent his elbow to block, but Jiang Cheng didn't even try to avoid it, but just took the man's blow.

After this blow, Jiang Cheng was fine, but the man's face suddenly changed. He felt as if he had been hit on a tree.

For a moment of hesitation, Jiang Cheng took a step forward and hit the man's chest with a hard elbow.

The man's whole body became light and airy. It felt as if he had been hit by a battering ram. His whole body was almost blown away by the huge force and hit the wall behind him heavily.

The heart stopped and the mind went blank.

Something fell down from his clothes.

It was like a piece of clothing, black, with elegant lace edges. The exquisite workmanship was not a product of this era.

Jiang Cheng's hand that had already stabbed the man's heart suddenly stopped.

An indescribable feeling spread in Jiang Cheng's eyes, and took over the initiative in an instant. His pupils shrank slightly, and his black and white eyes were like ink.

A cold light flashed, and the man who collapsed on the ground lost his right hand.

Just when he was about to scream, the iron piece was accurately inserted into the connection between his arm and shoulder, deeply embedded in the bone seam of the shoulder joint.

The cartilage tissue was destroyed, but Jiang Cheng could not unload his force, so that he kept making "creeping" sounds.

The screams echoed in his ears, and Jiang Cheng wiped the blood spattered on his face with his backhand.

On the other side, Chen Xiaomeng also defeated his opponent.

It's the bearded man.

Listening to their conversation, it turned out that the bearded man was the son of the village chief.

The man's target was Chen Xiaomeng, but he didn't expect that Chen Xiaomeng was not one of those weak women who could only cry. After a few moves, the latter accurately cut off his hand tendons and hamstrings.

The man now looked like a useless person, lying limply on the ground.

"Sanyaozi!"

The village chief's eyes were almost bleeding.

He has three sons in total. The eldest son stepped on a landmine and was killed on the way here. The second son was also affected by the explosion and his lower body was seriously injured. Now the third son is injured again.

"Daddy help, ahhh!!"

Before the bearded man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a scream.

Chen Xiaomeng crushed his thumb and then slowly twisted it with the heel of her shoe.

Three strong men were eliminated by the two of them in an instant. This was something that the village chief and anyone he brought with him never expected.

Although they were outnumbered at the moment, after all, their son was in someone else's hands, and the village chief did not dare to act rashly, for fear that the other party would be defeated and the family, which had been tortured so much by ghosts, would be wiped out.

The next second, under everyone's shocked gazes, the expressionless Jiang Cheng picked up the man who was lying on the ground, grabbed his head with his hands, and slammed him against the wall.