What an ironic situation.

The other party is alone.

On his side, he has laid a net.

Hundreds of elites patrol and cruise 24 hours a day.

But the other party still appeared silently in front of his eyes.

The most important thing is that he did not dare to call for help.

Wrong!

It's not that I don't dare to call for help.

He didn't even dare to move.

People are old spirits, ghosts are old spirits.

After living for so many years, the old man surnamed Wang has an extremely keen sense of life and death crises.

At this time, his feeling was that he had a slight change.

is facing the end of the body in a different place.

There will be absolutely no other results!

This feeling was so strong that he seemed to be able to see that scene realistically.

What's more, as a top master, the old man surnamed Wang knew that the other party had firmly locked his qi.

The thunderous lightning lore is about to happen in an instant.

Moreover, he knows better that he will never be able to resist.

Before the other party made a move, his confidence and confidence were like ice and snow in the sun, quickly melting and fading.

What a terrible guy he was, and he couldn't even think of resisting at all.

The cold wind of the night blows lightly on the face.

The old man surnamed Wang stared blankly, the figure opposite.

This person carried his hands behind his back, and his breath was natural.

A cold look in his eyes made him feel as if time and space were frozen with the cold wind.

"You're damned!"

It was three simple and concise words, but from the other party's mouth, it was as if death had pronounced his own death sentence.

The throat of the old man surnamed Wang squirmed up and down.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, his body moved back, and his fingers pressed against the red siren under the table.

At this moment, a silent aura shot straight out.

The energetic dragon snake burst out.

A finger is pointed out, and the ghosts and gods are not left.

Poof!

The energy disappeared in an instant, and the study was quiet again.

The old man surnamed Wang maintained a posture of moving his body backwards, and the tip of his outstretched right finger touched the red button, but he couldn't press it.

The look in his eyes quickly dimmed.

And that figure still stood proudly in place, as if it had never moved.

……

In the antique bedroom, an old man lies quietly on a carved rosewood bed.

Outside the window, the sky was bright, the night was about to disappear, and the dawn of dawn slowly woke up the sleeping creatures.

A soft mist rises, rendering the heavens and the earth hazy and psychedelic.

Jingle bells!

On the bedside table, a shrill bell suddenly sounded.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to pick up the phone.

Agile, like a cheetah ready to go.

Although he is over 100 years old, he does not show the slightest age.

The body is full of qi and blood, and the face is full of red light.

The breath was leisurely and long, and there was a flash of lightning in his eyes.

"Jia Lao, something happened, Wang Lao was assassinated and died in his study, we just learned about the situation. ”

In the microphone, a hurried and nervous voice came out.

Hearing this, the old man stood up suddenly.

"What? Lao Wang is dead, what the hell is going on, when is it, how many casualties are there?"

A series of questions showed the panic in his heart.

He has always been moody, and finally showed a ray of surprise.

"It's still not clear what happened? We went to the study early this morning to report the situation, only to find that Wang Lao had passed away, and there was an obvious scar on his eyebrows, running through his skull. ”

"Last night, the guards outside didn't hear any movement, and in the study, there was no sound of fighting, except for the murder of Wang Lao, there was no abnormal situation. ”

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but gasp.

Silently, surrounded by hundreds of vigilantes, they killed the people, and then drifted away.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Such methods can be called unpredictable.

"Jia Lao, Jia Lao, are you still listening?"

Inside the microphone, a cautious voice came out.

It took a long time for the old man to regain his senses.

He said in a deep voice: "Lock down the scene, don't let anyone leak the news, and in addition, notify others to come to my house for a meeting immediately." ”

With that, he hung up the phone.

It's terrible, it's terrible.

As an old friend for decades, he knows Lao Wang's strength.

Since taking the mystical potion, this old friend's cultivation has reached a higher level, and he has reached the middle stage of Gangjin.

A master of this level, what kind of enemy he encounters, he will be killed silently.

Even if you don't even have a chance to call for help.

It's scary to think about it, it's scary to think about it!

A name popped into my mind.

"Lin Yu!"

The old man whispered to himself, repeating these two words over and over again.

Could it be Lin Yu?

It must be Lin Yu!

How could it be Lin Yu?

In the flash of light, several different thoughts collided in the mind.

From the initial suspicion, to the later affirmation, and finally to the end, the horror is inexplicable.

If it's really Lin Yu, what should he do?

Or how should they respond?

Since the other party can kill Lao Wang in a silent way.

Does it mean that it can be concocted on other people's bodies in the same way?

The more I thought about it, the more shocked and panicked I became.

But, after all, the old man is a heroic figure who has been through the storm for a long time.

After a brief moment of panic, he quickly calmed down.

Immediately after, a wisp of uncontrollable anger rose in his heart.

Lao Wang's death made him spontaneously give birth to a kind of angry anger about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

The dignified head of the Wang family, Lao Wang, who was of the same status as him, was actually killed like this.

Dead, light as a feather.

It is as light as slaughtering a dog and killing a chicken, and it is generally casual.

A huge sense of crisis lingered in his mind.

"Bastard, too arrogant, too arrogant!"

He scolded angrily and kicked the carved wooden bed of red sandalwood to pieces.

For the first time in decades, he exploded.

At the same time, a strange feeling gripped his heart.

The outburst was followed by a more complete panic and fear.

How dare the other party do this?

How dare you come really?

In the flickering eyes, there was endless killing intent.

At this moment, outside the bedroom door, someone whispered: "Master, the guest has arrived, waiting for you in the study." ”

Hearing this, the old man took a few deep breaths before he could barely suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart.

In a voice as calm as possible, he said slowly, "I know, you go down first." ”

"Yes, sir!"

The sound of footsteps faded away.

The old man calmed down, put on a coarse cloth coat, opened the door and hurried towards the study.

Crunch!

Pushing open the door, he walked in.

The noise suddenly stopped.

Everyone couldn't help but stand up, their eyes focused on the old man's body.

Immediately, their expressions became very strange.

His eyes widened and his pupils constricted, as if he had seen something terrifying.

The old man, who was furious, didn't pay much attention.

He walked into the study by himself, and shouted in a deep voice: "Everyone has heard about Lao Wang, Lin Yu is crazy, reckless, and reckless, and has committed a great crime. ”

"Here, I propose that everyone put aside their previous suspicions, concentrate all their forces, and strive to bring this unscrupulous guy to justice in the shortest possible time. ”

After saying that, he glanced solemnly.

The sharp gaze swept over everyone's faces one by one.

But for some reason, the old men in the room all stared at him with wide eyes and blank eyes.

That kind of expression, it's like seeing a ghost in the daytime.

"What's the matter? What are you looking at one by one?"

The old man was puzzled, and Huo Sheng asked.

Hearing the question, someone slowly raised his hand, pointed to the old man's head, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Jia, your head, your head ......"

His voice stammered, and he couldn't even speak.

"My head, what's wrong with my head?"

The old man muttered to himself, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his head.

In an instant, the action stops and the picture freezes.

It was as if he had been under a spell, and he remained motionless in his previous posture.

It took a full three seconds for the old man to react and exclaim, "My hair, why is my hair gone?"

He stepped over to the mirror in the study and looked intently.

I saw that the white hair on his head disappeared without a trace at some point.

All that remained, a bare head, and Aomori Mori's hair stubble on his scalp.

Apparently, it was just scraped off.

Then, on the top of his smooth head, he also found two lines of blood-red characters: Wait for the dog's head, keep it for the time being, if you dare to commit it again, you will be killed.

Sixteen strong and powerful characters come into view.

Iron pen and silver hook, sharp edges and corners, between the strokes reveal a squint, horizontal pressure on the eight directions of arrogance and domineering.

Suddenly, the old man broke out in a cold sweat.

On his forehead, sweat was dripping.

The other party shaved his head and left sixteen words.

And he, from beginning to end, didn't notice it at all.

Lin Yu's strength......

It's terrifying!