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Xingxiong Yongyi looked at the large barren area in front of him and was silent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and the ghost clan who followed her all held their breath, they were all shocked by the tragic situation in front of them.

"Go and see if these guys are still alive. Yongyi finally made a decision.

As soon as the Ghost King said this, the ghosts under his command scattered to see the victims who couldn't even howl miserably.

“………… What the hell is going on?"

After the subordinates completely dispersed, Yongyi started to complain. She silently poured wine into her large bowl called the "Star Bear Cup" and observed everything around her.

The murderer seems to have long since left.

But the destructive power of this murderer ...... How to say it, if Yongyi makes a big fuss, maybe he can destroy the big street of the old capital in an instant. But even youkai don't treat their opponents so cruelly like that murderer.

Most of the victimized youkai had their limbs pierced by sharp giant iron nails, and some of them were even covered with iron nails. If that's all it takes, it's okay, but those youkai without exception have extremely disgusting expressions, so disgusting that any youkai wants to vomit when they see it. Youkai are physically very strong, and to be able to make these monsters look like this, they must have suffered a great deal of mental pain while being pierced by screws.

My subordinates have already vomited a large piece...... Staring at the ghosts who fell down because of disgust, Yongyi could only smile bitterly.

To be honest, Yongyi almost threw up after glancing at herself. Thanks to Yongyi pouring all the wine in the bowl, she didn't vomit like her subordinates.

Cruelty is cruelty, and these injured monsters basically did not die.

This fact surprised Yongyi, who had examined those monsters. Should we say that the murderer is merciful, or should we say that the murderer does not know how to kill the murderer, or should we say both?

Along the way, only Yongyi was left standing in the ruins.

The ghosts have all fallen from mental trauma.

The monsters that had been slaughtered couldn't get up in a few days.

"Looks like a pretty strong guy. Yongyi took another long sip of wine.

With a red face and a hideous smile, the ghost king's fighting spirit has been completely awakened.

It's just that............

"Hehe, it can make Yongyi your mood so high. I don't know who it is, but I'm still so jealous!"

“………… Palucy?" Yongyi's head, which was feverish from excessive excitement, calmed down a little after seeing the monster in front of him, "If you want to ask me for a drink, you didn't pick the right time." ”

Palucy Mizuhashi has always been one of Yongyi's good drinking friends. Yongyi likes to drink with Paracy, and the biggest reason is that Patusi is not afraid of herself like some of the monsters in the old capital, nor does she only flatter herself like some of the monsters.

Even if the guys in the old capital were monsters, Yongyi still didn't like their trembling and overly attentive appearance.

"What a battle...... Emerald's eyes looked around at the fall, "I am so jealous that those souls can survive such a tragedy." ”

"Palothy, are you just here to see what's going on?"

"Of course not. ”

Palucy, who withdrew her gaze, tilted her head and showed an inexplicable smile: "Speaking of which...... Yongyi, are you looking for that murderer?"

Yongyi nodded, taking advantage of the situation, to send the large bowl of wine to Palushi, and motioned for Mizuhashi to drink a bowl.

The bowl was just the amount of wine that Palucy could drink in one sitting.

Palocy, who had unceremoniously finished drinking, was obviously aware of this and looked a little unhappy.

“………… Yongyi, you drink so well, it really makes me jealous. ”

"Palucy, don't divert the topic," Seeing Palucy pout, Yongyi laughed heroically, "Could it be that you have a clue about that guy?"

The jealous youkai glanced at the man hanging from Nancheng.

"If you go to the south, you might get something. ”

In the slightly drunken vision, the hanging man gradually blurred.

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