At least there were twenty ghost soldiers outside, surrounding Qiao Dongzi and attacking.
Their faces were black and gray, and their eyes were dull and dull. Their attacking movements looked very flexible, and they were extremely powerful. A stick with a thick wrist was as easy as sticking out a chopstick in their hands, and there was a lump in their throats.
The roar of phlegm makes those who listen hold their breath.
Seeing Mu Run come out, Qiao Dongzi hurriedly shouted: "Go back and cook quickly, don't add to the excitement."
Mu Run clenched his fists and shouted: "No, I have to earn money. Big brother said, a ghost soldier is worth ten taels of silver."
"Fuck! Be careful if you lose your life or lose your life.".
At this time, a ghost soldier noticed Mu Run and immediately raised the knife in his hand and slashed at her.
Mu Run was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to react.
But her body seemed to have its own thoughts, and without any commands from her brain, she picked up a broken knife from the ground and threw it towards the ghost soldier.
This knife was extremely accurate and cut off the ghost soldier's head!
Qiao Dongzi was startled, and then praised, "Beautiful!"
Mu Run was also startled by himself, and then looking at the ghost soldier's head rolling on the ground and the black blood flowing out of the body, he suddenly bent over and squatted on the ground and vomited...
Because I didn't eat anything, I only vomited some gastric juice in the end, and I had uncomfortable tears and runny nose.
Qiao Dongzi asked: "How are you?"
Mu Run waved his hand, "No, it's okay."
Fu Yunchen came out of the inn and saw Mu Run bending over and vomiting, "Continue."
Mu Run slowly straightened up.
Two other ghost soldiers rushed toward her, one of them holding a dagger in his hand.
Mu Run picked up the sword of the ghost soldier who had been beheaded by her just now, and held it tightly tightly.
One against two, dangerous!
There is a high possibility of injury or even death.
Mu Run quietly looked towards Fu Yunchen.
This guy just stood there, as if watching a show.
She knew that he was training her. She couldn't do it to a dead person today, and she couldn't do it to a living person.
In a moment of distraction, two ghost soldiers were already approaching.
The knife in one of their hands was about to hit her shoulder...but she saw her body, with an incredible softness, ducked down to avoid the blade, and cut off the ghost soldier's head with a backhand knife!
It's a completely instinctive action...
Mu Run wanted to vomit again, but another ghost soldier followed closely, waving the dagger in his hand and slashing towards her neck.
Mu Run leaned back and swept his long legs at the same time, sweeping the ghost soldier to the ground in a smooth motion. The knife in his hand was raised again, dropped... and his head rolled to the side.
On the other side, Qiao Dongzi no longer loved fighting, and chopped the remaining ghost soldiers into pieces like he was chopping vegetables and melons.
When Mu Run saw the stumps and dark blood on the ground, he bent over and vomited again.
Qiao Dongzi wanted to go over and appease Mu Run.
Fu Yunchen shook his head and entered the inn.
After he could no longer vomit out any gastric juice, Mu Run straightened up and returned to the inn with a pale face.
Fu Yunchen and Qiao Dongzi found a good table and three good chairs from somewhere, and sat there facing a map, discussing something.
Seeing Mu Run coming in with a pale face and a weak look, Qiao Dongzi grinned, showing his bright white teeth, "Hey, how does it feel to kill someone?"
"It's a dead person!" Mu Run said and felt like vomiting again, but there was nothing in his stomach.
Fu Yunchen stood up, walked to her, and handed her a banknote.