The voice is like the wind, but it does not have the gentleness of the wind.

There seemed to be a wind rising, but there were no ripples in the black smoke, as if there was not even a trace of airflow, but the black smoke was like a stone, cracks appeared, and the sunlight fell instantly.

As a result, a bright light suddenly flashed in the black smoke that could not even shine into the sunlight. The bright light is not a spark created by the intersection of iron objects, but a reflection of the sunlight shining on the blade.

The reflection is very fast, like lightning, flashing and disappearing.

The cracks in the black smoke disappeared again in the blink of an eye, and the black smoke was once again covered with a pale golden coating.

But at that moment, Zhang Mingming vaguely saw the knife that could barely keep up with his eyes. He didn't see where the mysterious man was, only the lightning like a knife light.

When the light appeared, the black smoke stopped surging, and then began to slowly dissipate.

The black smoke became thinner and thinner, and a figure slowly became clearer.

The mysterious man stood in the black smoke, his left leg slightly bent, his body leaned forward slightly, and he held a knife in his right hand, but it was not the seven-hole machete from before, but a very strange one.

The blade is long and narrow, snow bright, only two fingers wide, if it is not for the front end slightly warped, it looks like a military stab from a distance. The entire length of the blade should not exceed one foot five.

If Zhang Mingming takes it in his hand and looks closely, he will find that the blade of the two fingers wide has blades on both sides, and the middle of the blade on both sides is a shallow wound nearly a foot long.

Such a knife, even if there is a means of "grabbing the white blade with empty hands", it is impossible to take it with the blade.

The black smoke quickly cleared, and the living room was bright as usual. The mysterious man still stood there in that position, not moving, not making a sound, and not looking back.

The shiny knife drooped, and the light reflected from the knife surface was projected on the wall, shaking a little. There was not a trace of blood on the knife, as if it had just been pulled out.

In front of the mysterious man, there was no blood, and there was no person, the demon hunter should have disappeared, and even the blood stains had disappeared together, and the floor was clean.

Except for the seven-hole machete that lay there quietly.

Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong looked at the mysterious man, but they didn't make a sound, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

They could see that the mysterious man's posture was definitely not pretending to be cool, but he couldn't move for the time being.

"Bondage? impossible, the caster is gone, and the bondage shouldn't work. Both of them thought so, and slowly walked towards the mysterious man.

"Oops...... Grass ......" The mysterious man suddenly made a sound, startling Zhang and Xun, "Sure enough, it's a senior magician, but it's far worse than that guy!"

The mysterious man put away his posture, turned around, and startled Zhang and Xun again.

The hood on the mystery man's tracksuit had slipped down, revealing a somewhat pale face. His facial features are very upright, the bridge of his nose is very straight, his eyes are narrow, his eyebrows are very thick, and if he wears long black hair, he will look very much like the protagonist in a costume drama.

His eyes were very sharp, and it hurt to make people's hearts hurt, there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, looking at Zhang and Xun, there was no trace of smile, and of course it was not cold.

Of course, Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong were surprised not by his expression, but by the scar on his face.

The scars on the mysterious man's face were basically the same size, round enough to cover almost the entire face, and there was a scar, like a "new life", which was still oozing with water stains and bright red.

Who else is there with such a face but passers-by??!!

"Aren't you really the Heavenly Demon Lone Star?" passerby Ding spat out the blood foam in his mouth, looked at Zhang and Xun and asked, "But why did the demon hunter kill you?"

Zhang and Xun didn't know who the mysterious person in front of them was, and why they would save themselves, but they didn't dare to say that breaking the cocoon was the Tiansha Lone Star at this time, so they just shook their heads a little awkwardly.

As soon as the passer-by moved his wrist, the strange knife was received by him. Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong are not magicians, and of course they can't see the means of passers-by.

Looking at the passer-by's action of slowly picking up the seven-hole machete on the ground, from his current movements, he could also know what kind of danger he had experienced in the black smoke just now, but there was still a disdainful expression on his face that did not seem to put the demon hunter in his eyes.

The passer-by straightened up with a little effort, stuck the Qiya machete at his waist, and asked sideways, "Since you are not the Heavenly Demon Lone Star but can be chased and killed by the Demon Hunters, then you must be friends who are very close to the Heavenly Demon Star." ”

A wicked smile appeared on the passer-by Ding's face, squinting at the sun, snorting and saying, "Breaking the cocoon, it turns out that you are the lonely star of the sky!"

Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong are not very stupid people, from the words of passers-by Ding, I heard when he seemed to have seen the broken cocoon, but it has only been two days since the broken cocoon returned here, and now he is detained in the detention center, where did this person see the broken cocoon?

They couldn't understand it, and when they wanted to ask this unknown person, they saw him open the door and walk out without saying a word. When Zhang Mingming chased him out, where could he still see the shadow of passers-by.

They had no intention of telling Song Ziwen about this for the time being, although they didn't know what they wanted to do over there, and they didn't want to worry about what was going on here, just let Xun Menglong make something as simple as possible that could protect themselves, even if it was explosives.

After walking into the "laboratory", Xun Menglong took advantage of Zhang Mingming's bathing time to secretly make a phone call.

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Time to go back to the detention center last night.

The lights slowly cleared up, but the room was still dim.

There was smoke up, facing the light, and the slightest curling.

The wind is still so soft, and it feels very comfortable to blow on your body.

The concrete floor was neither warm nor cold, but it had a strong dry smell.

Or rather, the smell of blood in the mouth.

Passerby Ding Muran looked at the chandelier, looked at the smoke that came and went at that time, and said lightly: "Why?"

"Because you're pathetic. The faint response was blown away by the wind, but it remained in the ears.

He saw a cigarette of smoke arc through the air, and the fire was bright and dark.

Passerby Ding's body trembled slightly, took the cigarette, and took a puff, which was a familiar taste.

"Don't you think it's immoral to turn over something on a 'dead man'?"

Instead of answering, Broken Cocoon asked, "Killing people outside?"

"Is this your request?" said a passer-by, sneering. "Here, I'm the 'prison madman', and outside, I'm the 'torturer in the night', do you say I kill or not?"

"Go to Liren Town. ”

"Help you kill?"

"Do me a favor and be a 'Dark Guardian'!"

Passers-by left.

He didn't ask who Broken Cocoon was going to protect, he listened to an address, reinserted his knife under his clothes, didn't say anything superfluous, didn't look at Broken Cocoon, and walked out of the confinement chamber.

"There are actually many ways to extinguish cigarette butts, you can try them. This is a passer-by who walked out of the confinement room and heard the words of the cocoon.

There are no promises, one offers, one accepts.

It wasn't until much later that someone asked passers-by why he didn't leave the cocoon after so many things?

He only said a few words lightly.

"He let me go, and I don't want to owe him. ”

"He taught me how to extinguish cigarette butts, so I stayed. ”