Chapter 88: The Pyramid of Heads

Over a thousand refugees gathered outside the Luolong County granary, disregarding life and death, charging forward desperately; they were blinded by hunger, and anyone who dared to block them was their enemy.

Meng Yifan's previous cannon shot had knocked down at least forty people; some were dead, others lay on the ground wailing, yet such a bloody scene still could not deter this crowd of crazed refugees.

"Charge! The grain is inside. With grain, we can survive. Whoever dares to stop us, we will tear them to pieces." Others among the refugees were inciting the crowd; driven by the grain, the refugees were completely insane, a surging mass of heads, charging forward regardless of everything.

Meng Yifan's expression was grave; he could not spare the time to find the mastermind behind the scenes now. His primary task was to protect the grain; the grain inside the granary was too important to Luolong County, and it absolutely could not be allowed to be looted by the refugees.

Meng Yifan was not a bloodthirsty person, nor did he want to start a massacre against these pitiful refugees, but without killing a batch of people ruthlessly, how could he possibly intimidate this crowd of crazed refugees?

"Boom!" Meng Yifan gritted his teeth and fired another shot. A dense spray of iron fragments erupted, knocking down another forty or fifty refugees. The ground outside the granary became a river of blood, with severed limbs and arms visible everywhere.

Many refugees were frightened and stopped in their tracks, but someone in the crowd shouted again: "His cannon is empty, everyone keep charging!"

Hearing this, the refugees did not hesitate; they stepped over the corpses and remains of their companions and continued to charge forward. Meng Yifan felt his teeth itch with hatred. He had specifically kept an eye on the person shouting in the crowd and had already discovered that the speaker was a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

"Go to hell!" Meng Yifan's body swayed, light as a swallow, and he charged into the crowd, stepping on the heads of the refugees, until he landed on the head of the middle-aged man who was inciting the crowd.

"Squish!" Before the middle-aged man's disbelieving eyes, his head was driven into his chest cavity by Meng Yifan's single stomp.

Meng Yifan knew that the middle-aged man's accomplices must still be hiding in the crowd, but he had no time to find them one by one now. He only hoped that the man's miserable death would serve as a warning to others, preventing anyone else from continuing to incite the crowd.

Meng Yifan employed the Lingbo Microsteps lightness skill and reappeared at the granary gate. The Elm Cannon, capable of killing enemies over a large area, had finished firing. He gripped his Ghost Head Blade, drew a line one foot deep and five meters long outside the granary gate, focused his Qi into his dantian, and shouted: "Those who cross this line, die!"

Not long ago, Lv Dazhi had also drawn a line to stop the yamen runners and constables from fleeing, but he was merely a weak scholar with no strength to truss a chicken, and even by swinging his precious sword desperately, he could not kill many people.

Meng Yifan was different; he was a Second Grade Martial Artist, and his body speed had been boosted to the limit of a Second Grade Martial Artist. When exerted to the fullest, his speed could soar to supersonic levels. When he said he would kill, he was truly capable of making heads roll.

The refugees had already seen the mountains of grain bags piled inside the granary; they were not even afraid of cannon fire, so why would they fear the Ghost Head Blade in Meng Yifan's hand?

The refugees did not stop; the eight strongest and sturdiest refugees in the front were the first to cross the line Meng Yifan had drawn.

Meng Yifan sighed, his body swayed, and the Ghost Head Blade in his hand swung out as fast as lightning.

"Swish!" Meng Yifan's blade speed was too fast; eight heads flew up almost simultaneously, and from their severed necks, blood erupted, splashing into waves of blood over a meter high.

The blood line Meng Yifan had drawn was filled with warm blood, a shocking sight that made people afraid to cross.

"Ding! Killed an Unranked enemy, gained 0.3 Experience Value."

"Ding! Killed an Unranked enemy, gained 0.3 Experience Value."

"Ding! Killed an Unranked enemy, gained 0.3 Experience Value."

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Although the Game Panel was still upgrading, Meng Yifan was gaining Experience Value, so it would still sound its notification tones.

The refugees in the front had been beheaded, and those behind them were terrified and did not want to cross the blood line, but the crowd behind was still charging forward, pushing the refugees in front who could not stop their momentum, causing them to cross the blood line again.

"Sigh!" Meng Yifan swung the Ghost Head Blade again, continuously harvesting the refugees who crossed the blood line.

"Ten, twenty, thirty..." Without realizing it, Meng Yifan had killed over a hundred more refugees. His body was covered in blood, and the Ghost Head Blade in his hand emitted a series of light ringing sounds after the continuous slaughter.

Meng Yifan could feel that the Ghost Head Blade was excited. This Dharma Artifact was somewhat sinister; every time Meng Yifan used it to kill someone, it seemed to absorb a fragment of their soul. As it absorbed more and more soul fragments, the Ghost Head Blade became sharper and more powerful.

"Could this be a Growth-type Magical Artifact? The Artifact Spirit inside seems to be reviving after devouring a large number of soul fragments." Meng Yifan thought thoughtfully.

The Guitou Left Eye had once hidden an old ghost named Jiuyin Laozu, but that old ghost was not the Artifact Spirit of the Ghost Head Blade. Meng Yifan could perceive that the Artifact Spirit of the Ghost Head Blade was becoming increasingly powerful, and he did not know if this was a good thing or a bad thing for him.

While slaughtering, Meng Yifan also channeled the Ghost Body Left Eye to absorb many souls; if he wanted to travel back to Earth, he could use these souls to reduce the countdown time.

In front of that blood line, the headless corpses piled up like a mountain. Not only that, Meng Yifan piled the heads of these beheaded refugees into a pyramid of heads.

The pyramid of heads grew higher and higher, soon becoming a pyramid over two meters tall. Even the refugees at the very back could see the terrifying pyramid of heads beside the blood line.

All the refugees were terrified. They stopped in front of the blood line, looking at the pyramid of heads in horror, trembling with fear. To them, the blood-covered Meng Yifan was a murderous demon.

The previously noisy scene in front of the granary was now deathly silent. The Ghost Head Blade in Meng Yifan's hand dripped blood continuously; the blood droplets fell into the pool of blood, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound, as if they were dripping onto everyone's hearts.

Two minutes later, Meng Dayong finally arrived with the young and strong men. Under Meng Yifan's orders, they quickly set up ten Elm Cannons in front of the granary, aiming the muzzles at the refugees. This scared the refugees into retreating continuously, fearing that these fierce hunters would slaughter them all.

"Leave the pyramid of heads. You all collect these corpses and bury them in the mass grave outside the city," Meng Yifan shouted.

The refugees had already been scared out of their wits; they dared not resist and obediently followed Meng Yifan's orders.

Meng Yifan left the pyramid of heads specifically to continue intimidating the monsters and demons within Luolong County, hoping that whenever they wanted to cause trouble, they would think of this pyramid of heads.

If anyone still dared to resist, Meng Yifan would not mind starting a massacre again, killing until the fields were littered with corpses, killing until no one dared to resist anymore.