Volume 1 The Society of the Holy Spirit Chapter 17 Anger

The city of Avon is hilly, with hills dotted on the outskirts. Although the cliff in front of you is not high, looking at the dense gravel under the mountain, it is really unknown whether you can escape with your life if you fall down with a car.

Geng Zhiming's face turned pale, he had just awakened, his ability was very limited, and in just a few seconds, he had exhausted all his physical strength.

Eventually, Geng was exhausted, and the bus began to fall again.

But fortunately, at this time, the bus was less than three meters from the ground, and although everyone could still feel the obvious impact, it was no longer painful.

"Damn, don't you want to be so exciting......" Geng Zhiming rubbed his head, "I almost gave my life here......"

"Hey, you ......"

Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, Nan Qianyu slapped his hand knife and knocked him unconscious.

"What are you doing?" Geng Zhiming said angrily.

"Quest Note 2, if the target has an ability-related emergency, immediately terminate the mission and bring the target back. Nan Qianyu said lightly, "It's written in the mission system of your mobile terminal, do you want me to give you three seconds and let you take a look?"

"Ah——!h

A terrifying scream suddenly sounded behind the two.

Geng Zhiming remembered that there were still four goods behind, and hurriedly turned his head to look, only to find that the three boys were sitting aside in horror, and in the middle of the bus, Lu Feiyan was lying there quietly, and the dagger on his chest was particularly eye-catching.

"Hair ...... What happened?" a boy with an extremely fat figure threw away the knife in his hand with a pale face, "I ...... Did I kill someone?"

A tall and thin boy pushed him away, and hurriedly probed Lu Feiyan's snort, and his face quickly turned blue-white, "Fatty, turn yourself in, you killed this person, don't drag us down when the time comes!"

The last diminutive boy was completely frightened by the scene, hiding in the corner and muttering something.

“...... What are you kidding?" the fat man took a moment to react, "didn't you two just do it, why do you put all the blame on me?"

"It was you who made the first move!" the tall boy tried to clear the relationship, "Besides, the fatal wound on her body was obviously stabbed by you with a knife!"

"Fart!" yelled the fat man, "you don't have a fucking knife in your hand?!"

"What did you say?!" the tall boy roared as well.

The boring quarrel between these people ...... gave Geng Zhiming a headache, and he stood up irritably and wanted to go out to breathe.

Nan Qianyu frowned, and was about to step forward to sober up these goods, when the little boy in the corner suddenly spit out a sentence, making him stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Li Jingyi, it's Li Jingyi! It's her who came back to take revenge on us!"

"What are you talking about?" The fat man and the tall boy stopped arguing and looked at him together, "What does this have to do with Li Jingyi?"

"Have you forgotten? it's us, it's us who killed her!" the little boy looked horrified, "she's come to take revenge on us!!"

"What the hell are you talking about?, how the did you fall for the evil ......" The tall man was halfway through his sentence when bits and pieces of memory suddenly flashed through his mind.

The tall boy squatted on the ground and covered his head, looking extremely painful. The fat man was in a similar situation, while the little boy repeated the phrase "She's back" over and over again, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit. ”

"Wait, Li Jingyi, she's not your ......" Geng Zhiming suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Nan Qianyu, only to find that this guy's face was terrifyingly dark.

Nan Qianyu took out the rather famous M1911 pistol, this semi-automatic pistol designed by Browning and has a history of 100 years is still used by some elite American military and police units as a standard pistol, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most successful work in the history of pistols in the world.

"What do you want to do?!" Geng Zhiming saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly stopped Nan Qianyu.

"Get out of here!" Nan Qianyu roared, "Don't force me to do anything to you!"

"Our mission guidelines clearly state that it is strictly forbidden to attack ordinary citizens, and I don't want to be punished by you. Geng Zhiming said coldly.

"Don't make me say it a second time, get out of here!" Nan Qianyu's voice as he loaded the pistol was clearly discernible.

Geng Zhiming wanted to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by another voice.

"My little nephew, why do you bother with a few people who are destined to die?"

"Who is it?" Geng Zhiming's face changed abruptly, and he immediately took out his matching gun.

"Hey, hey, don't shoot, don't shoot, it's all your own people, your own people. ”

"You're going to give me the out first, and then talk to me about your own people!" Geng Zhiming scolded.

"Little brother, it's not good to be so irritable, do you want to drink tea and defeat the fire?"

"Lu Qingliu, don't pretend to be a ghost there, get out of here quickly!" Nan Qianyu snorted coldly.

"Yo, I thought you wouldn't remember me as a little person, but you really moved me a little. A Taoist priest suddenly appeared behind Ye Fan.

"Less nonsense, what did you mean when you said they were destined to die?" Nan Qianyu looked directly at him.

Although Geng Zhiming couldn't figure out the situation, looking at the posture of these two people, he still silently put away the pistol.

"No, junior nephew, you won't not notice this, right?" Lu Qingliu smiled, "I thought that with your ability, I would have discovered that these three people were abnormal early on." ”

"Don't give me a dumb call, if you have something to say, say it quickly!" Nan Qianyu looked very impatient.

However, Lu Qingliu ignored him, he walked straight to the remaining three people and looked at them condescendingly:

"Hey, you three...... Want to live a little longer?"

"You...... What do you mean?" the fat man's headache began to ease first, and he tried his best to raise his eyes and look at the Taoist priest in front of him who looked like a fairy wind and bones.

"It means that if you follow me, the three of you may not be able to live, but if you don't follow me, the three of you will definitely die. Lu Qingliu smiled faintly, "I'll only give you three seconds to think about it." ”

said that it was to give them three seconds, but in fact, Lu Qingliu didn't stop for even a second, and walked directly out of the bus.

The three of them looked at each other, and finally followed. They are not fools, they can see clearly the pistol that Nan Qianyu took out just now, although they don't know the details of this Taoist priest at all, but their intuition tells them that if they stay in this bus, they will only be killed by Nan Qianyu's shot.