Chapter 342 The Horse is in My Hands
Chapter 342 The Horse is in My Hands
There were many arrows stuck in the dead horse's body, and the horse flesh had long been stiff. When it started running, its whole body made a "crunching" sound, as if it would fall apart at any time.
However, after running forward for a while, the sound no longer appeared. After a simple exercise, the horse's body regained a balanced and stable state. It raised its four hooves gracefully and pulled the carriage behind it, running out of the alley very steadily, with almost no bumps.
The carriage rushed into the tide of beggar corpses outside. Black and red grains kept falling from the carriage at the back. All the beggars who touched the grains melted like ice and snow, turning into wisps of green smoke that drifted away in the night.
The grain truck looked small, but the black and red grains scattered inside were endless.
The tide of beggar corpses kept rushing over, but they were just like moths to a flame, and disappearing into thin air was a relief for them.
In the carriage, the clumsy people watched the beggars outside being cleared out in piles and felt that the process was extremely relaxing, just like watching certain videos where the sailors on the ship used high-pressure water guns to clean the seaweed and barnacles on the hull, and internet celebrities cleaned carpets that had been used for so long that they had become patinaed.
Jiumengzi: "Great! The combat power of this carriage is comparable to that of a tank!"
The handicapped man analyzed, "Everything has its own nemesis. The reason these beggars are still haunting us is because they didn't get the relief food, and they died with regrets. So, after we give them the food here, they will resolve their regrets in life, be saved, and finally be liberated."
Delivery man: "If we use normal methods to kill so many beggar zombies, I don't know how long it will take. Fortunately, we found this grain carriage, which makes things simpler."
"I just don't know if this carriage can deal with that fierce bone swordsman. If we can also use these grains to melt him in one go, that would be amazing."
The dead horse pulled the carriage and ran back and forth on the main road of the town twice, clearing out most of the beggar zombies. The density of the beggar zombie tide was visibly reduced.
Right here, there were a few thuds and several skeletons jumped out of the windows of the Human Inn. All of them had injuries and many bones were broken. Even the leader Wang had broken ribs and one arm was seriously injured.
They ran quickly towards where Su Ming was.
Soon, a swordsman covered in flesh and blood and holding a bone sword stepped out of the third-floor window of the inn. In mid-air, he stepped on the air, as if he had performed some kind of martial arts to slow down his speed and adjust his landing posture. Finally, he did a backflip and landed on the ground. The whole set of movements was very smooth and elegant.
The Skeleton Swordsman stood in the middle of the street, holding a bone sword in his hand, and looked at Su Ming, who was sitting firmly on the carriage, holding the reins in one hand and the whip in the other, and driving the carriage towards him.
Su Ming pulled the reins, and the dead horse began to slow down. Finally, it stopped when it was fifty meters away from the Skeleton Swordsman.
There was some confusion in the eyes of the Bone Swordsman: "Who are you?"
Su Ming: "As you can see, we are disaster relief workers sent by the imperial court to transport grain."
The Skeleton Swordsman looked at the carriage with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: "Who am I then? This is clearly the carriage of our Dumen Escort Agency. This old horse is called Lao Hei, and I watched it grow up with my own eyes."
Su Ming: "You are the Hungry Ghost Sword Master that the Five Pecks of Rice Sect used evil methods to refine. They wanted to use your power to fight against the imperial army, but unfortunately, halfway through the refinement, those Five Pecks of Rice Sect members were wiped out by the imperial army, leaving only you, who were left in the secret room of the inn. Recently, a Five Pecks of Rice Sect member wearing a monkey mask reawakened you and asked you to kill us."
Upon hearing this, the Skeleton Swordsman was severely shocked and immediately fell into confusion: "Hungry Ghost Sword Master? No, I'm not the Hungry Ghost Sword Master. I'm a bodyguard of the Dumen Escort Agency, a disaster relief worker who escorts food. My junior sister is the evil girl of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect. She betrayed me, and I want revenge..." He began to recall his past experiences, trying to find a fulcrum to prove that he was not the Hungry Ghost Sword Master, but a real person. It was only after he was killed that he became like a ghost because his obsession with revenge was too strong.
However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his past was full of loopholes. Memories from different perspectives and identities were pieced together haphazardly, making his mind extremely confused and his eyes filled with deep violence.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "I think you are the Five Pecks of Rice cultist, confusing my mind and leading me into the devil."
"Let me try and see if my sword is sharp."
Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Su Ming. Black resentment surged on the pure white bone sword, turning into a sword edge and slashing towards Su Ming's head, wanting to behead Su Ming with one sword.
Su Ming pulled the reins hard, and the dead horse raised its front hooves, raised its head high, neighed, and stood in front of Su Ming. If you want to kill a person, you have to kill the horse first.
The Skeleton Swordsman could only put away his sword and change his tactics. The brutality in his eyes became even more violent: "Wu Dou monster! Despicable and shameless! You actually used a horse as a shield!"
Su Ming: "Your horse is in my hand. I advise you to stop and calm down. Don't just attack people. You don't want your horse to be killed and die with regrets, right?"
The Skeleton Swordsman roared: "Go to hell!"
Various sword moves were displayed in his hands. Even though Su Ming had a horse at his disposal, the Bone Swordsman was hesitant and was still firmly suppressed. He was firmly at a disadvantage and could only defend himself without any power to fight back.
In the carriage, the clumsy gang watched the battle between Su Ming and the Bone Swordsman outside through the cracks in the window. They felt dazzled and their scalps tingled, and they felt that they were in danger of dying at any time.
Whenever the Bone Swordsman wanted to change his target, he could just come over and strike them with his sword, instantly getting a quad kill, and the whole process would take less than three seconds.
The feeling of being able to die at any time was too exciting. None of them dared to speak. They all held their breath and tried to reduce their presence as much as possible. After all, if they were targeted, they would be dead.
Not far away, Bai Sha, Wang and a few skeleton soldiers were watching the battle.
At this time, there were only eight skeleton soldiers left, and each of them was injured. Like Bai Sha, they didn't feel anything and were not worried about the battle situation. It was good to be brainless at this time, as they wouldn't think too much, worry, or be anxious.
Wang was already commanding the skeleton soldiers, ready to send them up for support at any time to help Su Ming block the knife. Losing a skeleton soldier was better than losing his life. If all else failed, he would take over. He couldn't just watch Su Ming die here.
"Why does it feel like this Skeleton Swordsman is even more powerful than before? He's already hard to beat, so why is he trying to provoke him?"
Wang didn't quite understand why Su Ming kept teasing the other party with words. Wasn't this putting pressure on himself?
However, he still believed that since he did this, there must be a deeper meaning behind it, but he just couldn't understand the tricks behind it.
(End of this chapter)