The two bodyguards dodged to the left and right.
The scarecrow lunged at Wu Shitong, extending its slender arms to grab him.
"Help!"
Wu Shitong shouted,
the next second.
Bam!
The double-barreled shotgun in Lin Baici's hands fired, blasting the head of the scarecrow holding Wu Shitong.
"Thanks...!"
Wu Shitong's heart pounded wildly, cold sweat breaking out all over him.
"Don't thank me yet, there might be more!"
At this moment, Lin Baici played the prophet of doom.
As the first scarecrow began the attack, the other scarecrows also moved.
No one knew when, but they had surrounded the temporary team and now, all pounced at once, trying to trap them like turtles in a jar.
The scene immediately descended into chaos.
Bam!
After Lin Baici fired the second shot, the scarecrows were too close for him to reload, so he had to draw his bronze sword to fight.
However, this shotgun could auto-reload; it just needed some time.
Swish!
Lin Baici chopped off a scarecrow's head.
