Chapter 177 How Sad, the Rubbish

"Bang!" A gunshot.

It blasted like thunder.

It was like a danger signal, causing everyone around to scream in panic and shove to flee the area.

A member of the Blood Feast trembled, holding a gun tightly in his hand, with the muzzle facing Bai Zuo.

Apparently, he accidentally pulled the trigger due to excessive tension after seeing Bai Zuo.

The second-in-command who abandoned his men and fled alone heard the gunshots from behind him and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

However, at this moment, he didn't have the mind to blame the subordinate who fired the gun. He had only one thought in his mind-get away from here quickly!

The second-in-command ran as fast as he could. He didn't dare to look back, for fear that the devil was chasing him at this moment.

The other subordinates saw their brothers shoot and hit the man, and their faces suddenly lit up.

At such a short distance, there is absolutely no possibility of missing.

But the man who fired the gun did not show any joy.

Because he saw that the bullet did not hit Bai Zuo as expected, his heart was filled with astonishment and confusion.

The bullet was strangely hovering about ten centimeters in front of Bai Zuo.

The bullet was smoking and making a sizzling sound. In the sight that no one could see, a transparent and invisible spider silk blocked Bai Zuo's front and stuck the bullet firmly to the spider web.

Even a bullet that can easily penetrate steel cannot cause any damage to the seemingly thin spider silk that breaks at the touch.

This scene that is beyond common sense, completely subverts imagination, and is unbelievable has far exceeded his cognitive scope.

His brain fell into a blank, and the whole person seemed to be frozen, completely losing the ability to think and act.

Seeing this, Bai Zuo on the side raised his mouth slightly, sneered, raised his hand elegantly, and gently flicked the bullet.

With a crisp sound of "ding-dong", the bullet fell straight to the ground as if it had lost its support.

Then, he walked towards the man who fired the gun.

The man stood there like a statue, motionless, allowing Bai Zuo to approach step by step.

Bai Zuo walked slowly in front of him, and when he stopped, he was only about a fist away from the muzzle of the gun. His dark and deep eyes without a trace of light stared at him closely.

Bai Zuo stretched out his hand, and his fingers easily grasped the gun in his hand. He moved the muzzle of the gun to his forehead, lowered his voice and chuckled: "Come on, shoot again."

As soon as the voice fell, the man seemed to be bewitched by the devil, his fingers moved slightly, and he pulled the trigger expressionlessly.

"Bang!"

The bullet stopped abruptly just one centimeter away from Bai Zuo's forehead. This short one centimeter seemed to be an unbridgeable gap, and it was difficult to touch Bai Zuo at all.

"Scare...scare..." The man looked at Bai Zuo in horror.

The strange and unusual scene in front of him was extremely stimulating to people's three views, making his already dull and rigid brain completely stop working. In his extreme fear, he could only make intermittent, hoarse and broken sounds in his throat.

He didn't even know when he let go of his hand.

The pistol belt fell into Bai Zuo's hands.

Bai Zuo turned the gun and held the pistol in his hand. Then, he pointed the gun at the member of the Blood Feast in front of him.

"Goodbye."

Bang, the gunshot rang out and instantly penetrated the man's forehead.

And he obviously didn't have the unpredictable means to resist the bullet with his body.

So, the unconscious body could only fall back and fall to the ground.

Blood splashed on Bai Zuo's face, but he didn't care at all.

Instead, he smiled morbidly and looked at the members of the Blood Feast who were stunned there: "Next, it's your turn."

After being stunned for a long time, the captain of the caravan finally came to his senses. He collapsed to the ground all of a sudden, "Murder! Murder!"

He retreated again and again, crawling away from the scene in a mess.

The women who had been following Bai Zuo from a distance and had not given up, saw Bai Zuo being forced to shoot, and thought that Bai Zuo had encountered something, and were about to rush over to save him.

Maybe, after trying their best to save Bai Zuo, they can turn over and live a good life?

As a result, as soon as they rushed over, they saw Bai Zuo snatching someone else's weapon and sending the other person to the sky with his backhand.

This decisive temperament made them stop immediately, hesitating and not daring to move forward.

A huge black crack crossed between them. At this moment, they clearly realized that they were completely different.

No matter their status or cognition.

The subordinates couldn't believe it. Is the man in front of them a devil? Can people really do such a thing?

"Shoot, shoot!"

They attacked Bai Zuo frantically.

The gunshots were deafening.

However, no matter how they attacked, the bullets all stopped when they approached the boy.

It seemed that something was protecting the boy tightly. No matter how they attacked, they could not hurt him at all.

They became more and more desperate.

At the same time, they finally understood why their boss left them and ran away without looking back. Facing such a monster, they had no way to defeat him.

In their terrified stare.

Bai Zuo raised his gun without hesitation, and pointed the black muzzle at them.

The gunfire kept spewing.

The handsome boy had turned into the god of death from hell at this moment.

Every time a shot is fired, a fresh life will be ruthlessly taken away.

Blood splattered and screams continued.

This cruel scene, like a scene from hell, was played out before our eyes.

"Haha, how sad, trash, not even worth being used as waste."

Bai Zuo's expression was sinister, mixed with a hint of madness, as if he had been immersed in killing.

A moment.

He stood in a pool of blood.

His whole body was covered with the blood of the enemy.

And there was no living person around him.

The bodies of the Blood Feast members were lying around.

He pulled the trigger again, but the muzzle made a clicking sound, and the bullets in the gun had been fired.

Bai Zuo's hand loosened and he threw it into the pool of blood.

He left the place without looking back.

The girls covered their mouths and supported each other, unable to stand steadily.

There was fear and tears in their panicked eyes.

They had lost the courage to follow.

That young man was not the young master from a large gathering place as they imagined.

He was more like a cold-blooded killer.

He was not someone they could afford to offend.

Bai Zuo looked at the traces left at the scene and quickly analyzed the direction where the second-in-command had escaped.

He stepped forward again and followed the traces all the way.