Just as Jiang Xia, He Wen and Xiao An were talking, a terrifying scream outside the door made the three of them startled, and along with the screams, they could also hear the sound of swinging the sword and slashing the mess, as well as the chaotic shouting.

Everyone noticed that something was wrong, especially He Wen and Xiao An's faces, which had already shown a look of panic, and they were shocked, and the most terrible thing they thought in their hearts was that it had already happened, so they didn't have time to wait, hurriedly opened the door and trotted out.

Seeing this, Jiang Xia's expression became solemn, his brows were furrowed, and he looked at the door that had been opened and was still shaking, so he didn't have time to think about it, followed Xiao An, and went out.

Jiang Huai, who had just gone out, looked at the situation in front of him, but he was shocked, he felt a terrifying murderous aura had come, this murderous aura, as if facing death, Jiang Xia felt that it was difficult to move an inch.

Standing in front of the store was a middle-aged man in a black night suit with a half-red tengu mask on his face, holding a gray-handled Death Scythe in his hand.

Beside the masked man, there were many corpses, all of which were wounded in the neck, cut by a knife, and no blood jumped out, which showed that the sickle was extremely sharp.

The man was carrying a sickle on his shoulder, his eyes were angry and he looked at He Wen and Xiao An who appeared in front of him, the corners of his mouth were exposed, and he smiled, which really made people shudder, it seemed that Xiao An and He Wen were the purpose of the masked man.

However, for the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, no one had seen it, but he knew that the person who came was not good.

"Who is this? Is this someone from the organization?"

Looking at the man with a red mask with a black scythe on his shoulder, Xiao An just turned his head and asked He Wen on the side.

Listening to Xiao An's words, He Wen also shook his head, a cold sweat appeared on his face, where would he have seen this man with a half-red tengu mask in front of him, this terrifying aura overshadowed He Wen's.

"Tell me, where are He Wen and Xiao An?"

The man with the mask suddenly spoke, but He Wen and Xiao An, who were on the side, were surprised, with a thick accent, it should obviously be an uncle-like figure, with a very nasal voice, which really sounded like an uncle.

As he spoke, the man with the mask carried the scythe on his shoulder and walked towards Xiao An, and between his steps, he was still wearing a demonic wind.

Seeing this man coming, Jiang Xia's heart was also mentioned to the extreme, at this time, almost all the people in the Internet café had already walked away, except for the fat brother, there was no one to see left, Jiang Xia noticed that the girl in the blue coat at the front desk had already died under the sickle of the masked man, which was really embarrassing.

"Who are you, what are you going to do with Xiao An and He Wen? Is it possible that you want to treat these people on the ground the same way you want to treat them?" After He Wen pointed to the corpses lying on the ground, he angrily scolded the masked man walking in front of him.

After hearing this, he was not able to stop the pace of the masked man in front of him, but his mouth revealed all kinds of dissatisfaction with He Wen.

"There are so many people buried with them on the ground, they should feel lucky, this is what they deserve, can it be said, are you He Wen and Xiao An?"

It can be seen that the corner of the mask man's mouth showed an uncomfortable smile, and his hand slowly stretched out to his shoulder, holding the black sickle in both hands, and stopped at a distance of only two or five or six meters from Xiao An and He Wen.

The scythe in the masked man's hand was really sharp, although it was only a few meters away, and the terrifying aura on the scythe was still around Jiang Xia's side.

But Jiang Xia noticed that He Wen at this time, after listening to the masked man's words, was clenching his fists angrily, his face was hideous, you can imagine how angry he was in his heart at this time.

Xiao An saw He Wen's thoughts, and glanced at He Wen's side face, very uneasy, Xiao An thought for a moment, and still pressed He Wen's shoulder, for fear that he would do something out of the ordinary because of anger.

"Then if you don't say it, it means that you are He Wen and Xiao An?"

The words in the masked man's mouth were suddenly shocked, and he killed everyone with a stick, and the corners of his mouth showed an evil smile again, that is, he took the black sickle in his hand and rushed in the direction of He Wen.

The masked man's sudden action made He Wen and the others unable to react, after all, it was only so close, and the masked man's attack was not easy? Who knew that the edge of the sickle actually cut into He Wen's arm at once, and He Wen screamed, only to see He Wen's entire left arm, from the hand to the place where the arm was netted, was cut off by the scythe.

He Wen's left arm was bloody and blurry, and the pain of the broken arm made him hurriedly cover the broken arm with his right hand, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, the heart-rending pain made him not stand up again for a long time.

When the masked man withdrew the scythe in his hand, it was already stained with blood on He Wen's body, but the masked man did not take the scythe back behind his back, but stretched out his tongue and licked the blood on the scythe with a look of enjoyment.

When Xiao An saw this, he was naturally angry, his comrades-in-arms who had been with him for many years were cut off with a sickle like this, and he asked, who could bear it.

Seeing this, Xiao An hurriedly took out the small black pistol in his jacket's arms, loaded it, pointed the muzzle at the masked man's head, and pressed the trigger.

After a round of bombardment of bullets, Jiang Xia found that these bullets hit the masked man's body, not only did they not hurt him, but they also bounced away as if they had touched a rubber ball, and the bullets only penetrated his clothes and could not get on her people, which surprised Xiao An very much.

Until all the bullets in the pistol were fired, the masked man's body, except for a few more holes, was unharmed.

The blood stains on the sickle, after being licked by the masked man, the blood on it has long been gone, clean and clear, just like new, and Xiao An's counterattack just now caused the masked man's dissatisfaction, and he turned his head slightly, accompanied by the mask on his face, which made him look particularly terrifying, as if he was a god of death from hell.

Xu didn't care about Jiang Xia on the side, and Jiang Xia didn't offend this mask man, so the mask man was just very angry with Xiao An, and he didn't care about Jiang Xia.

In just a moment's effort, this masked man, like a hidden master in the martial arts world, rushed to Xiao An's side, such a speed is just a blink of an eye, so fast that people can't believe it.

The two looked at each other, looking at the face that suddenly appeared in front of them, Xiao An's face showed a look of panic, sweating, his legs trembled slightly, but the pistol in his hand was also at this time, because he didn't hold it, and fell to the ground, making a "pounding" sound.

Jiang Xia was standing behind Xiao An, just a Xiao An difference from the mask man, but the aura on the mask man made Jiang Xia feel that he was by his side, and he couldn't breathe in a depressed voice.

If you want to talk about whether you are bad or the masked man in front of you is stronger or weaker, Jiang Xia can say without hesitation that it is the masked man in front of him.

"Die. ”

A thick voice rolled in the masked man's mouth, and with the sound surging out, the knife fell in his hand, Xiao An's mouth was still wide open in surprise, his eyes were wide open, looking at the black scythe raised by the masked man above his head, Xiao An was surprised and didn't know what to say.

At this time, I saw the huge scythe in the masked man's hand swinging towards Xiao An's head, and the entire huge scythe fell on the top of Xiao An's head, and the sharpness of the scythe left a big hole in Xiao An's head, and suddenly, * jumped out, and the whole person's head was split in half by the mask.

Before he could shout, he fell in a pool of blood, and the sickle in the masked man's hand was still stained with the blood on Xiao An's neck, as well as the white-colored *.

He Wen, who had a broken left arm, saw the fallen and miserable Xiao An, which made He Wen's expression suddenly pale, this man with a half-red tengu mask was a murderer, He Wen thought he was the craziest person, who knows, he is just a child.

But He Wen saw that the gun that fell from Xiao An's hand was by his side, and He Wen saw the situation, so he quickly picked up the small black pistol with his right hand, loaded it with one hand, and couldn't help but say that it was shooting towards the masked man.

He didn't believe that this mask couldn't be shot, he must have a weakness, but seeing that the bullet bounced away as if it had touched a rubber ball, it was the only hope that He Wen had left, and he also lost it, shrugged his head, and angrily threw the gun in his hand aside.

However, when the gun was thrown to the ground by He Wen, Jiang Xia saw that the sickle was swung by He Wen again, and the blade flew downwards towards He Wen's head.

Jiang Xia wanted to tell He Wen, but how could his speed be as fast as the scythe, and before Jiang Xia could shout out the sentence in his mouth - be careful, the scythe in the masked man's hand had already slashed through He Wen's neck, and when He Wen's head fell down, a chilling word came out of the masked man's mouth.

"If you've had enough, die. ”

At the same time that He Wen's head was cut off by the sickle in the masked man's hand, the blood on his neck spurted upwards to a height of two or three meters, and the blood sprayed all over the ground, and it was also contaminated on the masked man's body and Jiang Xia's body.

The murderous hand is ruthless, he doesn't even blink his eyes, and the means are cruel, even if he encounters bad things before, he will not do such a thing, Jiang Xia's originally standing leg is also at this time, he is paralyzed on the ground, kneeling on one knee, and his left hand is lying on the ground that has been stained with blood.

The masked man glared at Jiang Xia, he could obviously see that the masked man's brows were furrowed, he was carrying the sickle that was still dripping blood in his left hand, and put it behind his back, and the breath in his mouth gradually became thicker, and after a while, he spit out uncomfortable words.

"Are you also their accomplice?"