On the wedding night, Wang Ye has a mind-reading post-operative acting skills

Chapter 363 365:

The voice was hoarse, chaotic, and heavy. It didn't sound like a human being, but more like the howling and roaring of a wild animal. One after another, people who heard it in the dark night were shocked.

Nangong Mo glanced at Yunran in his arms, silently wrapped her coat tightly, and quietly grasped the hilt of the soft sword with one hand.

A dark cloud drifted past, covering a round of moonlight, and the light between the sky and the earth suddenly dimmed, and a dark wind blew past, making it cold and charming.

There was the sound of quick and hasty footsteps accompanied by the dark wind, like drumbeats, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.

A group of black shadows appeared in the night, their figures looked like tall and strong adult men, they moved fast, but their movements were very stiff.

The night was too dark to see their appearance clearly, only to feel that they were densely packed in all directions at a glance, and people who looked at it were secretly shocked.

"Ouch-"

Suddenly, one of them leaped up and rushed towards Nangong Mo, waving its hands, howling like a wolf.

Nangong Mo waved his sleeve, and a silver sword light flashed across. The black shadow let out a strange cry, and one arm was cut off by the roots and fell into the snow with a bang.

What flowed out was not red blood, but a pool of dark green liquid.

The black shadow whose arm had been severed didn't seem to feel any pain, and screamed strangely again and rushed towards Nangong Mo. At the same time, more than a dozen black shadows rushed forward, waving their arms at the same time and rushed towards Nangong Mo.

He even opened his mouth wide, exposing his sharp teeth, biting towards Nangong Mo.

Nangong Mo squinted his eyes and sized them up while repelling the black shadows that rushed forward.

They clearly have the appearance of a human, walking upright and waving their arms, but their teeth are like wild beasts, sharp, narrow and sharp.

With their hands cut off by him, they didn't even look at the arms that fell to the ground, and continued to charge forward with screams.

Having their legs cut off, they dragged their bodies and crawled forward, still stubbornly rushing towards Nangong Mo.

Even, some were beheaded by a sword, leaving only the body, and they still did not forget to charge.

What's more, some were divided into two, and only half of them were left, still waving half of their arms and charging with half of their bodies screaming strangely.

That picture is somewhat weird.

Looking at those crazy 'human beings', Nangong Mo's thoughts fluctuated: These things look like humans instead of humans, and beasts instead of beasts. Could it be...the legendary medicine man who was specially refined with secret techniques?

They have no consciousness of their own, no feeling of pain, only the orders given to them by the 'master' in their minds: if the task is not completed, they will never give up.

Looking at the whole or half of the medicine men rushing in like a tide, Nangong Mo ignored the pain in his chest and secretly mobilized his inner strength to pour on the edge of the sword.

Dancing with the silver sword in his hand, he pulled out countless sword flowers, and the intent of the sword moved with his heart, drawing a Tai Chi Eight Diagrams array in the wind.

The moment the diagram was drawn, Nangong Mo suddenly cut through his palm and sprinkled blood in the center of the diagram.

Like a bunch of sparks instantly igniting fireworks, a dazzling light bloomed in the night sky.

There are ten thousand zhang rays of light emanating from the Taiji diagram formation, covering thousands of miles. Those Yaomen who screamed and only knew to charge madly were shrouded in golden light, as if they were baptized by the holy light, the madness gradually disappeared and became calm.

In the end, he collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose soul had been extracted, and his body turned into a wisp of powder and dissipated in the wind.

If it wasn't for the smelly, musty smell of carrion that was left on their bodies just now, all this would have seemed like a dream, as if they had never appeared before.

The Tai Chi diagram formation in the sky slowly disappeared, and Nangong Mo also spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly, and his body seemed to have been severely injured and half-kneeled on the ground.

The first thing he protected was not himself, but the girl in his arms, for fear of falling her.

And the wound on his chest was continuously bleeding out, and the white clothes had already been soaked in blood.

Originally, he had sealed several important acupuncture points around his body for hemostasis, which would undoubtedly restrict his internal strength. Just now, in order to deal with the men in black, especially those crazy medicine men, he unlocked the acupuncture points, which caused the wound to bleed profusely.

"Father!"

(End of this chapter)