Chapter 39 Massacre

"Come quickly, the thief is here!"

Just then, there was a noise outside the hut, and soon there was the sound of noisy footsteps.

When Chen Xuan came out, more than a dozen people had gathered outside the door, each holding hoes, shovels, machetes and other farm tools and weapons.

The little girl followed him out and saw those fierce and ferocious eyes. Her body trembled slightly and she hid behind Chen Xuan in fear, not daring to look directly at those people.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Chen Xuan held her dusty little hand tightly and showed a sunny smile.

He is not his original body, he has no fighting power and can only be bullied by others. Now it is him who should pay back the pain of this body.

"Boy, did you kill Steward Lin?" a big man holding a big knife asked loudly.

The rest of the people stared at Chen Xuan with ferocious eyes, as if they could eat him alive.

"There's nothing we can do. She deserves to die, so we can only let her die first." Chen Xuan looked calm. It was clearly his first time killing someone, but he just didn't feel nauseous or have any physiological reaction.

All of this is either due to hatred towards these people, or due to the influence of the original body.

"Don't worry, you will go to accompany her soon." Chen Xuan showed a harmless smile and prepared to start a killing spree.

A middle-aged servant snorted with disdain, saying: "Why are you pretending to be a strong man? Do you really think we don't know what kind of martial spirit you have awakened? At most, you are just a little stronger than ordinary people."

He is very conceited. With a soul power of level 19, he is almost close to being a great soul master, so he has the capital to be arrogant.

The middle-aged man released his martial spirit, and a sickle was held in his hand. It was very similar to a farm tool, except that the wood roots were a little rotten.

The middle-aged man knew that Chen Xuan had some talent. After three years away from home, he had reached level 30 at most. Others would still be a little afraid of him, but how powerful could an auxiliary martial spirit be? He was just a little stronger than ordinary people.

"Young man, it's over." He raised the sickle and pointed the sharp blade at Chen Xuan's head.

Among the dozen people, he is the strongest because he was named the best master in the manor by the master.

"Young man, go down and repent for your evil deeds." The middle-aged man swung the sickle and chopped towards Chen Xuan's neck with the curved blade.

The rest of the people boosted their morale and watched the scene intently, not daring to blink for fear of missing the heroic figure of the number one master.

However, the next moment their faces changed, even turning pale and bloodless.

With a puff, a human head flew up, accompanied by a large amount of blood spraying, and a corpse fell to the ground.

"Ah!" More than a dozen people screamed, their faces turned pale, and they looked at the scene in horror.

The best master in their manor was actually dead, his head cut off by that young man.

With a bang, the middle-aged man's head fell to the ground and rolled to the feet of a dozen servants.

Looking at the middle-aged man's eyes that refused to close, they all felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They were extremely terrified and their hairs were covered with goosebumps.

It was not until now that these people realized that the young man in front of them was a ferocious beast, not a harmless livestock.

"Ah, run!"

These servants, who had beastly hearts, were usually despicable and did evil things, but they had never seen such a scene before. Now they all panicked and fled in all directions, fearing that they would be killed if they were slow.

"None of you can escape!"

Chen Xuan held a silver kunai, his expression was cold, and he slashed a head with one blow, which could be said to be a sweep, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight bodies fell. Almost all of them were fighting spirit masters, ranging from a few levels to more than ten levels, but they could not stop him.

There were only two leaders, with the strength of level 15 or 16, and they reacted quickly. They fled quickly and wanted to leave.

A big man who had once bullied the original body was caught up by Chen Xuan. He roared, drew out a sharp sword, turned around to fight back, but unfortunately he was no match for him.

This man died in agony and was beheaded by Chen Xuanyi.

He took the sword and rushed towards his next target with quick steps.

puff!
Another strong man who was leading the group was running, and Chen Xuan fell and stepped on his back. As a result, his spine was broken and he flew out.

"Ah, devil!" Seeing this bloody scene, everyone screamed in horror and ran towards the master like crazy.

The remaining seven or eight people had terrified expressions on their faces and were running desperately, but it was too difficult. No one could escape under the pursuit of Flying Thunder God.

Puff puff!
Several more heads flew everywhere. Chen Xuan transformed into a devil on earth, reaping lives. Every time the golden light came on, there was a corpse on the ground.

"Enough!" A low and serious voice suddenly sounded in the yard.

Chen Xuan did not stop. He killed the last servant before looking at the source of the sound.

In front of us, there was a big house. Three people were standing at the door, two old and one young. They wore golden crowns on their heads, wore luxurious clothes, and carried expensive jewels. They were obviously people of noble status.

Chen Xuan looked at the three people coldly without saying anything.

This family of three is the owner of this manor, and also his uncle and aunt.

And that young man was the son of those two men. He was brought up in pampered condition, and the oppression he received was no less than that of the servants.

"Chen Xuan, I haven't seen you for three years. As soon as you come back you start killing people. Do you still take me, your uncle, seriously?" This middle-aged man never smiles and looks extremely serious. He has always been like this.

"Boy Chen, are you crazy? You are a devil and you killed so many people in my family as soon as you came back." The fat woman next to him didn't care and pointed at Chen Xuan and yelled.

Chen Xuan sneered and said, "Are you as devilish as you? You took advantage of my brother and I being young to steal the inheritance left by my parents and used it to build this big house. And how have you treated us over the years?"

The fat woman was rude and unreasonable. She yelled at Chen Xuan, "You are such an ungrateful person. These people eat and live at our expense. Without me and your uncle, you and your sister would have been reduced to living on the streets a long time ago."

"Now, not only are you not grateful to us, but you are also against us. You are such an ungrateful person. It is true that children who lack education do not know manners." She tried to stir up trouble like a shrew.

Chen Xuan clapped his hands and praised, "I haven't seen you for three years. You have improved a lot in your ability to complain first. You took the inheritance left by your relatives to your children and praised it as your own to satisfy your own selfish desires. I have to say that your family is really thick-skinned."

"That's enough, Chen Xuan. Be polite to your aunt!" The middle-aged man frowned and glared, showing some anger.

He said in a deep voice: "I have already said a lot. You were still young at that time and did not have the ability to protect so much money. Your uncle was just keeping it for you. I will naturally return it to you when you are capable..."

"Okay, then give it to me now." Chen Xuan interrupted him directly, showing a harmless smile, and stretched out his hand to the other party, indicating that he should return the money.

He sneered and said, "Hypocrisy, you are a local emperor here, do you really think you are a gentleman? A superior?"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man's face immediately turned gloomy, and his eyes showed a cruel look, as if the bottom line deep in his heart had been touched.

"Dad, Mom, why waste time talking to him? Just kill him directly, so that he won't always be thinking about our property."

At this time, the young man who had been silent spoke, and his words were full of murderous tone.

(End of this chapter)