Those Black men rampaged without restraint, their faces full of disdain. In their eyes, we were nothing more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
I sighed and said helplessly, "Why are there so many people looking for death?"
Zeng Jian was half sober now. He pulled a pistol from his robes and said solemnly, "Let's fight them."
"There's no need for that to deal with these lackeys." I shook my head and waved dismissively. "Chu Zhaixing, they're all yours. Oh, and don't let them die too easily."
"Haha, naturally." Chu Zhaixing smiled faintly. After being repressed for so long, he was almost unable to hold back any longer.
Gripping the Phoenix Feather Blade in his hand, he charged forward.
I turned my head away, refusing to listen to the screams behind me. I had known their fate long ago.
"Hehe, don't kill them all. Leave a few for me to play with slowly," Wuxin said.
Zeng Jian trembled as he watched the scene before him. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. I patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go."
After returning to the room, I opened the window and looked outside. It was still filled with densely packed evil spirits. Every one of them was bizarre, and most of them were legendary murderers.
Zeng Jian walked over and said, "The evil spirits here are different from what we imagined. Most of them are vicious and ferocious creatures, extremely difficult to deal with. That's why those big, burly Black men have an advantage in this regard."
"That's also why she said we wouldn't survive."
"We need those things to deal with evil spirits?" I sneered disdainfully. "Our ancestors wrote the methods for dealing with evil spirits into our traditional festivals long ago."
"That's