After giving secret orders, all the money rats dispersed and left.

It didn't take long for screams to be heard from all directions in the capital, one after another, and raging fires were set off.

Feiyu Guards and Dongcheng Soldiers and Horses Division heard that the police were dispatched and rushed to various places.

An Bagu stood on the roof, with a smile of success on his face.

He doesn't know how to be civilized or martial, but he is naturally good at fighting, because fighting and hunting are the same thing.

When you want to pick out the bear's cubs, you have to find a way to move the bear away.

Seeing that the heat was about to get low, Anbagu picked up the heavy knife and walked towards Fusi Prison in Feiyuweibei Town.

The most likely reason why the torture slave disappeared was in Feiyuwei's prison.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain, move in and out quickly, and then attack and seize people by surprise.

"who?"

Turning out of the alleyway, a group of soldiers happened to bump into him.

The leader was wearing iron armor and a flying fish green robe, with a scar on his face. He was clearly the scar-faced flag officer from before.

"Just because of you, you don't qualify me for who I am."

A cruel smile appeared on An Bagu's face, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes suddenly grew stronger.

"It's Di Lu's careful work!"

The scar-faced flag officer saw it and quickly drew his sword.

However, before he could completely pull out the Xiuchun knife, a heavy black knife suddenly enlarged in his eyes.

"puff!"

"Bang!"

The heavy sword instantly passed through the crowd and was embedded in the bluestone ground.

Blood and visceral fragments suddenly sprayed all over the wall and the floor, and more than a dozen dead bodies fell to the ground, all broken into two pieces.

The scar-faced flag officer fell to the ground, and for the first time he saw the soles of his feet, as well as the flat-cut embroidered spring knife and iron armor.

In his last few seconds, he suddenly thought of the black cat.

…

An Bagu pulled out the heavy knife and licked the blood from the edge of the knife. The cruelty in his eyes became even more frightening.

At this moment, the capital was completely plunged into panic.

In this chaotic situation, no one knows how many thieves are causing trouble.

Soon, a group of fire-fighting soldiers appeared in front of Ambaggu again with buckets of water.

After the bloody storm, dead bodies were everywhere on the ground.

Only the last soldier was left, wailing and crawling for his life, his legs completely unable to control due to the hellish misery.

Ambago was not in a hurry, and approached step by step with a grin on his face while carrying the bloody heavy knife.

"Prey, the city is full of prey."

An Bagu enjoyed the fear of his prey very much. Many years ago in Liao Dynasty, he once killed more than 3,000 people in a city in one night.

The despair and wailing of the prey before it died still reminded him of it.

And tonight in the capital, he found that feeling again.

In a nearby house, behind the window, a pair of frightened eyes shrank back.

Anbagu froze, turned around and kicked open the door of the house.

Immediately afterwards, begging for mercy and screams came from inside.

All the thirteen people in the house, old and young, were killed, not even the dog was spared.

When the crawling soldier saw this, he staggered up and supported the wall to escape, and then he didn't wait for how far he could escape.

A flying hat suddenly fell from the sky and covered his head, then flew away again with a "click" sound.

The soldier's head was missing, and the dead body fell to the ground with a "plop".

Skull removal, also known as blood droplets.

It is a hidden weapon unique to Dilu's craftsmanship. It can take a person's head within a hundred steps just like picking out an object from a bag.

It uses leather as a bag, hides a sharp knife, and controls the mechanism. When it is used, the person is unprepared, and the bag covers his head. The mechanism is activated and the head is immediately taken. It is terrifying and vicious.

"Ahhhh..."

Huge screams were heard one after another in the capital, the fire was burning more and more fiercely, and the whole capital was trembling in fear.

The soldiers were exhausted and the Feiyu Guards were also in chaos.

The weakness of the dynasty was fully exposed.

An Bagu became more and more excited as he killed, his face full of distortion and madness.

No one was left alive wherever he passed, and no one was his enemy, not even the elite Flying Fish.

Not long after, he arrived at the gate of Fusi Prison in Beizhen.

Licking his tongue, he rushed in like a whirlwind brandishing a heavy knife.

"who?!"

"It's Dilu!"

"Defense, defense!"

"ah!!"

Screams and screams rang out again.

After about half a stick of incense, Ambago rushed out like a whirlwind. Several people jumped up and down, disappearing into the night, and laughed wildly:

"Hahaha, Feiyuwei, a bunch of drunkards and ricebags!"

Three red-robed flying fish Qianhu chased them out of the gate covered in blood, their faces as ugly as if they had eaten shit.

The dignified Fusi of Feiyuwei Bei Town was imprisoned, but Di Lu Xizuo was killed alone to get in and out.

What a shame!

However, Ambago, who came out alone, couldn't help but look a little more solemn after breaking away from the pursuit.

The torture slave is not in the imperial prison.

After crossing the high city wall, Amba Valley headed east.

There is no imperial edict, and the crematorium in the east of the city is the last clue.

Flying over eaves and walking over walls, stepping on willows and walking in the wind, even though the Anba Valley people are as tall as iron towers, their lightness skills are not bad at all. This is a Baturou that Di Lu can count.

What is called Baturu means warrior.

Di Lu was born in the vast mountains and forests, and made a living by fishing and hunting. He was fond of fighting and was brave enough to be recognized as a warrior of Batulu. His martial arts value was absolutely explosive.

Soon, Ambago arrived near the crematorium.

Looking from afar, black smoke rising from the crematorium looked like a twisting snake blown by the night wind.

Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly heard a sound from the cowshed next to him.

When I looked closely, I saw that it looked like a person, squatting under a cow, shrugging and not knowing what he was doing.

An Bagu's eyes flashed fiercely, since he bumped into you, it means your fate is bad.

"Leave no chicken or dog behind wherever he goes" is his principle, and Ambago is a very principled person. Not to mention people, even the cattle here will die.

Stepping forward quickly, An Bagu slashed at him with one knife.

"Ping!"

"Pong!"

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

In an instant, there was a flash of sword and sword shadow, and the imagined scene of the opponent breaking into two pieces did not appear.

Instead, the man stood up, holding a shovel in his hand, pointing at the knife in his hand in astonishment, and exclaimed: "Damn it, why don't you just borrow a bowl of milk and attack with such a big knife? You can't tell me."

Talk about martial ethics?"

Ambago didn't understand what the martial virtues the other party was talking about, so he asked, "Who are you?", but before he could answer, blood surged from his orifices, and he fell to the ground with a "plop" and died.

He never dreamed that he would be beaten to death with a thin shovel.

Swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, whips, maces, hammers, sticks, cudgels, kidnappers and meteors.
Chapter completed!