Gao Wu: Traveling through the heavens in dreams, a professional rebel!

Chapter 89: Crazy street slaughter, cold-blooded and ruthless, slaughtering foreign dogs without any taboos.

Hearing this, Lin Yaozu curled his lips slightly, ignored it, and walked in another direction.

If he waited any longer, he would probably kill those bastards who were making the noise.

Although, you could also choose to kill those foreigners, but there is no need to do so.

After all, he is not a devil.

He didn't say anything bad just now. It's our first meeting, so it's not a capital crime.

Of course, there is another reason besides this.

That is, at the end of the development of this dream world, all aliens, regardless of gender, age or status, will inevitably die.

Therefore, allowing these lucky ones to live a little longer can be considered Lin Yaozu's greatest kindness.

After a while.

When we came to another street, a similar situation occurred.

The flash of swords was everywhere, and the streets were once again filled with blood. In a blink of an eye, hundreds of foreigners were killed.

Then, he continued to wander around, and whenever he met foreigners or ethnic minorities who dared to offend him with words, Lin Yaozu would never hesitate to kill them.

Although this may not solve all problems, it is enough to solve the people who create problems.

The killing continued street after street. During the entire process, Lin Yaozu did not show any impatience or disgust.

After all, it is such a pleasurable thing to wantonly slaughter foreigners.

How is it possible to have negative thoughts?
at the same time.

On the panel, the number of people completing the Tan Lang promotion mission is continuing to increase.

(62435/10000000)

……

(63558/10000000)

……

(64875/1000000)

The total progress is 10 million, but now it is only more than 60,000.

Among them, 4,800 was the number of people killed personally by Lin Yaozu during this period.

The remaining 60,000 came from the Han people who established a causal connection with him through the stone tablet and successfully acquired the star power cultivation method.

As long as they establish a connection, have a direct relationship, and practice martial arts, the number of kills they cause will also be counted on Lin Yaozu.

During this period, nearly 60,000 Qing people in the entire Qing Dynasty became silent sacrifices.

However, many local officials who deceived their superiors and subordinates quietly suppressed the news of this vicious incident.

After all, no one wants to lose their head because of it, so naturally they will keep it secret as long as possible.

It would be great if one day I could hide the fact that I was transferred to another position and become an official somewhere else.

By then, even if there is a real catastrophe, it will have nothing to do with them.

What's more, even if the successor knew about it later, he would probably not dare to disclose the matter, but would continue to conceal it and leave the trouble to the next person.

Even if more Qing people are missing, it doesn’t matter. Just treat them as if they all died of natural causes.

In the Imperial Palace, in the capital of the Qing Dynasty.

After nearly a month of open and covert fighting, the ministers were tumbling in the vortex of power struggles all day long, competing with each other openly or covertly.

Finally, after countless tugs of war, negotiations, pulling and quarrels, a consensus was barely reached.

Although as fragile as morning dew, it is already a very good result on the stage of power.

At the very least, the fight did not lead to the confiscation of property and extermination of several forces.

Perhaps, this was all due to the fact that Lin Yaozu broke into the palace alone and forcibly killed the puppet emperor and Empress Dowager Yehenara.

It was precisely because of this uncontrollable terrorist threat that they always maintained their bottom line when fighting for power. After all, other forces were also potential allies that could be cooperated with to deal with Lin Yaozu.

After the Qing court was temporarily stabilized, the upper-class forces entrenched in this area finally had the time and energy to start reorganizing their affairs.

However, if they don't pay attention, they won't realize that this investment of energy will lead them to some shocking discoveries.

The situation in the world seems to have begun to get out of control, and the imperial court can no longer control many regions.

Especially wherever Lin Yaozu passed, the imperial court's power was close to collapse, and he received no feedback at all.

At this moment, they just recalled the horrific Jingguan that once stood at the west gate of the imperial palace.

All the heads belonged to officials.

In Kyoto, angry curses rang out from the residences of various court officials.

"Damn Lin Yaozu! If it weren't for him, the world wouldn't be in such a mess!"

"Ahhh! I am so pissed off! You are a scourge! You are truly a scourge to our Great Qing!"

"We must find his whereabouts. Even if it costs blood, we must bury this traitor completely."

"..."

Unfortunately, they didn't know that Lin Yaozu had already fled to the treasure island and was not in the inland mainland at all.

Of course, practically speaking, these court officials should be thankful that no one is here.

Otherwise, if they were provoked, given Lin Yaozu's temper, he would definitely trample all the nobles to pieces.

For him, the emperor and the old witch queen were killed easily, so he would not have the slightest fear when killing a mere foreign family.

His personal strength is invincible in the world, he is so arrogant and reckless.

On the distant treasure island of Great Britain's colony.

Lin Yaozu was like a death storm, sweeping through street after street, ruthlessly transforming them into a sea of ​​blood with mountains of corpses and wailing people everywhere.

In just a few hours, thousands of so-called foreigners who could have run rampant in the Qing Dynasty in this era were gone.

They met with a tragic disaster, the light of life was extinguished, and they turned into a pile of broken limbs.

At this moment, hundreds of foreign soldiers armed with muskets gathered on the street where the tragedy first occurred.

Their faces turned pale and they stared in horror at the shocking scene before them.

The sound of nausea was heard continuously, breaking the silence.

The sun sets, but it seems unable to penetrate the solemn and eerie atmosphere, and only reflects the terrified and distorted faces.

The sea breeze, carrying saltiness, humidity and uneasiness, blew gently across the queue, making it seem even more eerie and terrifying.

Although these foreign soldiers had once penetrated deep into the Qing Dynasty to suppress the Big Sword Rebellion and participated in many battles, they had a strong tolerance for scenes of blood, flesh and corpses.

But obviously, the scene before him far exceeded psychological expectations.

Especially these corpses, all of which came from their own blond-haired and blue-eyed fellow tribesmen, which made them feel fear and uneasiness instinctively.

A moment later, the leading foreign officer, suppressing his nausea and discomfort, waved his hands and shouted angrily.

"Search! Find more clues! We must catch those damn perpetrators!"

"How dare you kill a great citizen of Great Britain here? This is an unforgivable crime!"

"..."

However, as they went deeper, while they found survivors, they also discovered that the same tragedy had occurred in other streets.

One street...two streets...two streets...

Everywhere you look, there are broken limbs and corpses, piled up layer by layer, like an endless series of desolate mountains.

The scarlet blood flowed, interweaving into winding blood-red rivers, outlining a desolate, sad and terrifying picture of hell.

(End of this chapter)