"Master, come in."
The armored men were first stained with blood. After killing a weasel, more weasels climbed up and bit their bodies.
Inside the Ox-cart, song Changqing, who was holding onto the cart board tightly, saw this scene and could not help but shout.
These weasels had grown up, and there were countless of them. They seemed to be driven by some kind of power and were extremely fierce.
The red mist became thicker and thicker, and the smell of blood mixed with Yin energy was nauseating. It was obviously not something that could be caused by a dead cow.
In the dim light, he could only see pairs of eyes shining with red light.
'Squeak!'
In the sharp howls that rose and fell one after another, the car body was hit and made a 'bang' sound.
The people who had said that they would get out of the car to kill the weasels were now shivering in the car, gritting their teeth and not daring to make a sound.
