Let's go, why?"

"Because you are dead, the scene you are seeing now is actually in the underworld, just now your car lost control and fell off the cliff, and all the people in your car died. Ma Mian's voice was a little deep, and no matter how you heard it, it didn't feel like someone was talking.

Ling Zhenfei was a little strange, I really didn't know what these two masters of the late stage of Mingmu wanted to do, dressed as bull heads and horse faces, they overheard their conversation just now, and knew that their purpose was to kill this car of people, but at this time, they suddenly dressed up as bull heads and horses, I really don't know what the hell they are doing.

Ling Zhenfei was very curious about the tricks played by these two people, so he continued to watch silently.

"You are talking nonsense, our car just hit a telephone pole, it was not a big deal at all, we did not die. "The timid driver, although timid, is more afraid of death.

"It's just some illusions, don't ask more, just follow us, if you go late, you might have to get off the oil pot." ”

"Hahahaha. ”

Listening to Niu Tou Ma Mian's words, the man who was called the boss suddenly laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"What are you laughing at?" asked the bull head curiously.

"Of course I'm laughing at you, are you engaged in performance art, wearing a bull head mask and saying you are a cow head, wearing a horse head mask and saying that you are a horse face, are you really stupid, or are you mentally retarded?"

This person scolded the two people by name, obviously he has found something greasy, indeed, this kind of trick can only be scum ordinary people, for the master, this is simply mentally retarded.

"What do you say, we are the Ox Heads and Horses, the messengers of hell, who have come today to collect your corpses. Ma Mian said angrily.

"Pretending to be a ghost, I was a soldier at the age of eighteen, and now it has been thirty years, and there are not five hundred or three hundred people who died in my hands, but I have never seen a ghost, let alone a bull-headed horse, whether you are a bull or not, it is not easy to take me away. ”

This person's words were domineering, the expression on his face was deep, and when his eyes opened, a cold light emitted from his eyes, this is the so-called murderous leakage, even more terrifying than the leakage of spiritual energy.

Ling Zhenfei immediately understood, no wonder the murderous aura on this person's body was so strong, it turned out to be a soldier, killing so many people was naturally murderous, and when he was angry, it was even more murderous.

The two black-clothed men were obviously also frightened by Long Hai's momentum, although they were in the realm of clear purpose, but for a master with a murderous aura leakage realm, this was not the realm that could decide everything.

(End of chapter)