Chapter 741

Mikel's smile gradually froze. His gaze also slowly revealed a serious look. The feeling that everything was within his control and he could act according to the situation had completely disappeared.

Just now,

The aura that belonged to Sean, which was strong for a while, stopped abruptly in an instant. A dirty and evil aura replaced it. Even a fool could guess what had happened.

Sean was dead, dead!

"Hehe."

In the carriage, the monk let out a crisp laugh without much emotion. It was as if he was just watching a movie and saw an interesting plot. He smiled knowingly, very naturally, without any pretense.

Fatso looked at the monk with a face full of admiration. Damn, this was the highest level of acting cool.

"Su Bai is coming soon, right?" Fatso muttered.

Gyatso closed his eyes, as if he was dozing off. His injuries were the most serious. After all, in the main hall of Mount Fulong, he had fought head-on against a golden-armored strongman. Both his legs were pierced by the opponent's spear, and his only arm was broken. There were also other internal and external injuries. At this time, he really needed to rest. However, it was also a kind of certainty. The monk was still awake and could continue to hold the situation. Su Bai was walking over. He could be considered to have accepted it.

Su Bai, who was covered in blood, walked over step by step. Because the process of killing Sean was too bloody and violent, it made his body look like it was soaked in blood. Even his leather boots would leave a clear bloody mark when he walked here. This was also because Sean had exploded too much blood in his werewolf state. If he had killed a normal person, it would not have been like this.

When he approached the carriage, Su Bai also noticed the three westerners standing in front of him. He also knew that the monk had taken the initiative to play the empty fort strategy.

The monk had once said that it was very easy to communicate with smart people. This was because many things did not need to be said, and both sides could understand.

Although Su Bai's occasional mental state gave the monk some headaches, and it also made the monk suffer losses and even difficult to understand, the monk never doubted that Su Bai was a smart person.

Su Bai did not stop by the carriage. Instead, he walked straight to the three westerners. He did not even make eye contact, nor did he attempt to get any hint from the carriage.

Just like that, he continued to walk forward very naturally.

Su Bai, who had just killed someone, seemed to have just finished his killing scene in a theater and seamlessly walked into another theater. He directly entered the role that his teammates had designed in advance but did not inform him.

After killing Sean, Su Bai's injuries were not very serious, but they were definitely not light either. Previously, Sean had taken advantage of him in physical confrontations, and although it had the effect of numbing Sean, Su Bai himself was indeed injured. Moreover, he had unleashed the full force of his zombie bloodline in an instant. For Su Bai, it was also very exhausting for him. At this time, it was not suitable for him to engage in another round of killing. The other party would not underestimate him again, and he was not at his peak condition. Moreover, the three people in the carriage who were considered to be very strong were now all crippled.

The westerner in the front was holding a magic wand. The magical aura on his body made Su Bai very displeased. He should be a magician, and judging from the position he was standing and the attitude of the other two people, he should be the leader. The one at the back with almost exaggerated muscles was probably strengthened by a barbarian or a giant. As for the one with the bow and arrow, he should be an elf.

These were the more popular and common strengthening systems in the West, and were not very similar to the strengthening systems in the East.

In fact, this was also related to the cultural relationship between the East and the West, as well as the local conditions. For example, Fatso's Taoist strengthening, Monk and Gyatso's Buddhist strengthening. They were able to find some suitable items and opportunities from their own sects or from certain secret realms in China. It was the same in the West.

It was almost impossible to find a Christian church with more than a thousand years of history, or the coffin of some vampire duke or elf queen in China. Fortunately, Su Bai had his own zombie bloodline. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to find any opportunities suitable for vampires in China with his pure vampire bloodline.

Mikel raised the magic wand in his hand, and the magical elements were already brewing. The surrounding wind also began to gradually solidify, and wind blades were already in place, ready to be fired at Su Bai at any time.

The wind magic spell echoed in the surroundings, and the magical elements began to move rhythmically. The surrounding wind also began to gradually solidify, and wind blades were already in place, ready to be fired at Su Bai at any time.

Pease's bow and arrow shone brightly. The power of nature of the spirit was concentrated on the arrowhead, and he aimed it at Su Bai. His fingers remained motionless, showing an extremely advanced archery skill. At the same time, a falcon seemed to grow in his eyes, and his pupils were a mixture of several colors, which looked very demonic.

Jill's nostrils flared as he stared fixedly at Su Bai, power surging in his body.

The scene was actually quite calm. Except for the footsteps of Su Bai calmly walking toward the three people step by step, there was no other sound.

However, it was this kind of rhythmic and firm footsteps that condensed an invisible aura. Coupled with Su Bai's current bloody image, the scene was indeed very intense.

"Come back."

The monk's deep voice came from the carriage, like a captain scolding his slightly disobedient team member. However, he had a good sense of propriety, as if he was scolding his own disobedient team member, and at the same time, reflected a kind of contempt towards the Westerners.

This was like a stage play. It needed people to act, and it also needed a narrator to connect the dots. Su Bai was the actor, and the monk was the narrator. What they needed to do was to completely build up the atmosphere and aura, so that the three Westerners would not dare to act rashly.

However, Su Bai did not return. He continued to walk forward, and had already shortened the distance between him and the Westerners to less than 20 meters.

At this distance, a Magician's wind blade could hit Su Bai even with his eyes closed. The Elves' arrows would not miss, and the Barbarians' charge would not leave too much time for their opponents to react.

However, Mikel did not move. If he did not move, naturally, Pease and Jill would not move either.

Su Bai grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth. The undried blood on his face began to seep into his lips, but he did not care. He even purposely licked his lips.

At the same time, Su Bai reached into his clothes.

Pease's bow was pulled to the maximum the moment Su Bai did this. Mikel suddenly raised his hand, signaling Pease not to act rashly.

Pease nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

What Su Bai took out was half of Sean's liver. To be honest, Su Bai did not have the unusual fetish of the envoy. He only had an instinctive desire for blood when he was injured due to the recovery of his bloodline. Normally, he would not drink blood for pleasure. In fact, when his body was in good condition, Su Bai even disliked drinking blood.

Therefore, aside from this point, as a vampire and a zombie, some of Su Bai's behaviors and habits were already considered very self-disciplined and ethical. However, this was not the case.

Now was not the time.

Holding Sean's liver in his hand, Su Bai smiled and reached out to touch it. He then stuck his tongue out and licked it.

Inside the carriage, Fatty saw this scene through a small gap in the curtains. He immediately covered his mouth and made an extremely low retching sound from his throat.

"Ugh … I can't, monk, I can't take it anymore. This is too f * cking disgusting. I can't take it anymore."

The monk's expression was normal, and Gyatso had a smile on his face.

After a short while, Fatso finally recovered. When he sneaked a peek, he found that Su Bai had actually opened his mouth to take a bite of the bloody liver. He was happily chewing on it.

This time, Fatso did not vomit. He only silently reached out to touch his forehead, and said sadly, "Do you think he can escape by himself?

"Do you think he can escape if he tries to escape by himself?

Yes, although I think it's very difficult because that little baby is still in our carriage, he's not like Zhao Zilong from Changshan who can kill his way out with Ah Dou.

Yes, I can use many kinds of interests and reasons to explain his current actions. Although he's a psychopath, he doesn't have this kind of fetish for eating corpses. Alright, I'll cut to the chase. I'm really a little touched. "

The monk ignored Fatso's soliloquy. He only continued to observe the situation. When he needed to speak, he would. At this time, Su Bai had already eaten half of the liver in front of the three Westerners. The monk finally spoke.

"I still have things to do. I don't have the time to play with you here. If you continue like this, we'll leave first. Let's see who eats whose meat in the end."

When Su Bai heard this, he bared his teeth at the carriage behind him and let out a low growl of dissatisfaction. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with the will that the people in the carriage imposed on him.

Then, Su Bai turned his head and looked at the three Westerners in front of him. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, revealing a greedy expression.

This kind of gaze, this kind of expression, made Pease's hand tremble slightly. He almost lost control of himself and shot the arrow. Fortunately, he managed to control himself.

"Ha!"

Angrily, Su Bai tore the remaining half of the liver into pieces. He took a few steps forward and threw it all at Mikel's face.

"Pa pa pa pa!"

A series of crisp sounds rang out.

Mikel's face was covered in blood, but he did not move. Only his breathing became heavier.

"If you don't want to leave, then so be it, you disobedient thing."

The monk issued the ultimatum. Then, the little fellow sitting on the deck of the carriage let out a squeaking sound. The horse obediently turned around and gradually brought the carriage away from here.

Su Bai looked back at the carriage with hatred, and finally left with the carriage resentfully.

The three Westerners stood where they were until the carriage gradually became a blur in their vision.

Only then did Pease put down his bow and arrow.

He said to Mikel, "Mikel, your previous analysis was correct. The weak Eastern listeners have all been killed by us. The rest are all fellows that are not to be trifled with."