As the words fell, the air around seemed to condense instantly, and then the clothes in the shadows rustled. Several dark guards were like ghosts in the dark night, and their bodies were like ghosts, and they rushed out of the hidden corners around the pavilion.

They were wearing uniform black outfits, with agile postures, and uniform movements, like a black undercurrent.

His face was covered with a black iron mask, with only his eyes exposed. His eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could penetrate people's hearts.

The neat and solemn lineup made the villagers frightened in an instant.

I saw the villagers who were originally full of flesh and fierce faces, their faces turned pale and their eyes were wide open, as if they saw the evil ghost from hell.

A strong man closest to the secret guard began to tremble violently uncontrollably, and the wooden stick held high in his hand also fell down with a "clang", and he didn't even notice it even when he hit his feet.

His lips were trembling, trying to pretend to be calm and say something harsh, but the sound made was full of broken syllables: "You...you..."

An elderly villager next to him knelt down when his legs were weak, his hands folded, and kept begging: "Good man, please spare our lives. We are just being ordered by others, and we can't help but!"

His forehead touched the ground, his body shook like a sieve, sweat and tears mixed together, and ravines rushed out on his dusty face.

Some villagers were so scared that they turned around and wanted to run away, but they staggered and fell because their legs were weak, and they rolled and crawled.

A panic cry was constantly heard from the crowd: "Help, we were wrong!"

"Don't kill us, it's all a misunderstanding!"

The whole scene was in chaos, and the previous arrogance had long disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless fear and despair spreading in the air.

The man who had previously informed the news trembled and told the truth under the cover of fear.
Chapter completed!