Eighteen black iron coffins stood at the top of the mountain.
There were many patterns engraved around the iron coffin. These patterns formed a strange picture.
At this moment, a gray cloud floated in the sky, blocking the sun and casting a shadow.
"You … you … and you!"
Hou Rong pointed at a few bandits in the crowd and ordered, "You guys go and take a look."
The faces of the three people who were called out were deathly pale. They were so scared that their bodies were trembling.
Around them, those who had not been named quickly retreated, leaving the three of them empty.
"Hurry up!
Don't dilly-dally like a girl. "
Hou Rong scolded impatiently.
Under Hou Rong's coercion, the three of them moved to the iron coffin closest to them.
The three looked at each other and did not know what to do.
Behind them, Hou Rong roared, "Are your knives for decoration?
Chop! "
Chop?
Chop the coffin?
"Chop!"
Not only Hou Rong, but the bandits around also shouted, "Chop!"
Anyway, they were not the ones who were going to do it, so why not shout? If they did not shout, what if it was their turn?
Layers upon layers of pressure surged over, pressuring the three of them to the point of suffocation.
Panic!
Fear!
Under extreme fear, the three of them broke down.
"Ahhh!"
In a frenzy, the three of them slashed with their knives.
Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
They were crazy.
One slash, two slashes … The knife light did not stop.
Until …
Clang!
The long knife broke.
Looking at the iron coffin again, there was not a trace of damage.
The three of them looked at Hou Rong, trembling, like little chicks abandoned in the wind and rain.
As time passed, the surrounding people became more and more afraid.
Eighteen iron coffins fell from the sky.
Flesh and blood covered the ground, and swords could not hurt them.
How could ordinary people accept this kind of strange thing, especially in this somewhat ignorant era?
In the Black Mountain Stronghold, Hou Rong originally had absolute power, but in the face of people's most primitive fear — death and the unknown, he could not suppress it.
Hou Rong looked at the gradually restless crowd and suppressed the fear in his eyes. He carried the terrifying iron rod and walked toward the iron coffin.
"I don't care what kind of monster you are, open for me!"
In a split second, Hou Rong fiercely swung the Steel Rod, and the huge force caused the surrounding air to tremble.
Boom!
A violent explosion rang out, causing everyone's ears to hurt and their bodies to tremble slightly.
Creak ~
Under the attack of the rod, the iron coffin moved back half an inch, and that was all.
At this time, Hou Rong was not in a good state either. The huge rebound from the iron coffin made his arms numb.
The most serious injury was on his wrist, which was unbearably sore.
When the surrounding people saw that the iron coffin was still intact after their leader's attack, they became even more terrified.
These people were just ordinary bandits. They had not undergone strict training, nor were they professional. They were not soldiers with strong willpower.
Some of the more timid ones had already begun to back away.
As long as something went wrong, they would run away.
"Who is that?!"
"Look, there's a person standing on top of the coffin in the middle!"
"What?!"
"When did this person come?
Who saw it? "
"I don't know. I didn't see anything."
Some people who did not notice anything wrong turned their heads to look after hearing these voices.
They saw a person wearing a black and gray robe and a ghost mask standing on top of an iron coffin.
None of the people present had noticed when this person had appeared.
Hou Rong and the others were shocked, but also relieved.
As long as it was a human.
As long as it was a human, it would be injured, bleed, and die!
But ghosts were different. People would always give their most terrifying side to unknown existences.
Hou Rong secretly activated the internal strength in his body to relieve the discomfort in his arms.
He held the Steel Rod with one hand, pointed at the ghost masked man, and shouted, "Who are you? What is your purpose in my Black Mountain Stronghold?"
At this time, there were already people in the Black Mountain Stronghold who had died under the iron coffin. They died tragically in front of everyone!
Therefore, even if he knew that the ghost masked man was not to be trifled with, Hou Rong still had to bite the bullet. Otherwise, the Black Mountain Stronghold would be destroyed today.
"What do you want?"
A cold female voice came from under the mask.
A woman?
The ghost masked man continued, "A few days ago, we went to the City Lord's Mansion to do some business and met a little mouse.
This hateful little mouse took something that did not belong to him when no one was paying attention. Today, I'm here to take it back. "
Hou Rong frowned, "Did you get the wrong person?"
Then he turned to Deng Yingguang and the others and asked, "Did you go to the City Lord's Mansion a few days ago?"
Deng Yingguang shook his head, "No, we haven't entered the city for some days."
Xie Bin and Ning Jun also said that they did not enter the city.
Hou Rong looked at the ghost masked man and said, "You heard it too. We didn't enter the city."
"Hahahaha, are you making me laugh?!"
The ghost masked man laughed mockingly, and his tone was a little impatient.
"I don't know who took it, but I know that it is with you.
Now, hand it over and let the mouse kill himself. Then, this matter will be over! "
This domineering tone made everyone present feel dissatisfied.
Although the iron coffin was strange, the person who spoke was a living person, and a woman at that.
In the eyes of these bandits, women had always been the weaker party, the ones who were bullied by them. Now that they were being scolded by a woman, they were naturally angry.
These bandits looked at the ghost masked man with a murderous glint in their eyes.
In the square of hundreds of people, a murderous aura slowly condensed.
This murderous aura was invisible, but it made the air heavier.
Hou Rong narrowed his eyes and gripped the iron rod tightly. He looked at the ghost masked man and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"A painting."
"Painting?
What painting? "
"The Bright King Portrait!"
Hou Rong slowly opened his eyes, and the inner strength in his body vibrated. At this moment, the discomfort in his arm had disappeared, and his wrist was as good as new.
"My Black Mountain Gang does not have the Bright King Portrait!
Since you killed your way into my Black Mountain Gang without any reason, then you should be prepared to lose your life here. "
Following Hou Rong's words, Xie Bin, Ning Jun, and Deng Yingguang, who were standing at the back, walked up with weapons in their hands.
The four of them stood in a fan shape, surrounding the ghost masked man.
"Whether the Black Mountain Gang has the Bright King Portrait or not, you don't have the final say."
The ghost masked man was unmoved by Hou Rong's reaction. It was as if he did not see them, or if he did, he did not care.
Hou Rong's eyes were burning with anger. He asked in a deep voice, "Then who has the final say?"
"Of course, I have the final say!"
"Arrogant!"
Hou Rong shouted. Then, he waved the iron rod and bent his body slightly.
"You sure talk big. I want to know where you got the courage to behave so atrociously in my Black Mountain Gang.
Die for me! "
Hou Rong's tall figure suddenly rose into the air. His feet stepped on the iron coffins, and with a flip, he was above the ghost masked man.
He raised the iron rod with both hands and smashed it down.
The ghost masked man laughed contemptuously. With a bang, he turned into a large cloud of black mist and disappeared.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! A series of explosions sounded in the square. Eighteen black figures suddenly smashed into the crowd.
"Ahhh!"
"My leg!"
"Arm!
Arm! "
Screams and the smell of blood instantly enveloped the entire gang.
The rest of the people turned their heads and saw that the eighteen iron coffins had disappeared.
"Roar!"
A roar filled with a brutal aura swept through the square!