PS: I brushed the Weibo in the hospital today, and I was sweating.

The Spring Festival Gala of the Year of the Monkey would rather invite Korean sticks and TFboys than invite six-year-old children!

Originally, it would be good to brush and complain on ** for such a thing, after all, it is useless.

However, because I have also encountered various harmonious chapters, and even been banned for more than half a year, and I can say with my conscience that there is really nothing on the line in this book, at least, not on the surface.

After all, the individual is no match for the group, but some people would rather die than lose.

(That's the tone for the rest of the plot...... ）

The Monkey King is old, and the present world of the Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night cannot accommodate a child.

After finishing this work, it may be time to retire.

The water of the waves is clear and can be wetted, and the water of the waves is turbid and can be taken out of the garbage.

_(:зゝ∠)_

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"Made, this is really the poorest cultivator I've ever seen!"

The body had only recovered to the point where he could barely walk, and Mo Xie rushed to the location where the cultivator had fallen in his memory.

Looking at the human remains and blood stains scattered within a radius of sixty square meters, Mo Ye began to rummage through the treasures on the expected cultivator inch by inch.

With his powerful spiritual power, Mo Ye quickly turned this area upside down, just ......

"It's so chilling!"

Mo Xie looked at a ring-shaped with a simple shape in his hand and two talismans that he couldn't understand at all, and after spending a hundred points to exchange them for identification with the Holy Text, the information of these objects appeared directly in his mind.

The two talismans are an ice and rain talisman and a breath talisman respectively, well, since it is only a mainland product, it must be activated with spiritual power/true yuan power, for Mo Ye, these two runes are like waste paper.

Not all talismans can be used simply by tearing them!

As for the next ring......

Unfortunately, this is not the 'Space Ring' or any 'Ring of Acceptance' that everyone likes to see, this is just an ordinary ring, although it is not clear why it was intact when it fell from such a high position, but the identification of the Holy Book should still be credible.

If the wreckage of a place is placed in a certain TV station, it obviously needs to be recoded, Mo Xie did not give up and swept it three or four times with his senses, picking out all the things that are larger than the size of his fingernails, and the process can only be described by the word 'disgusting'.

"Fireball. ”

As the saying goes, 'real gold is not afraid of fire', without hesitation, Mo Xie threw a fireball on this pile of debris, for a while, black smoke billowed and the stench was repeated, taking advantage of the burning gear of the fire, Mo Ye found the crutch that forced him several times to be embarrassed a little farther away.

"It's a pity that the pair of shoe-shaped magic weapons were destroyed by the 'Fire Eclipse Sun'...... Half of the loot was lost alive......"

Mo Xie sighed and casually threw the crutches into the bracelet space.

The crutch is sturdy, and may be used as a material for repairing the Fire Blade.

Looking back, the fire has been extinguished, and the fireball technique is a spell at best, and the fire lit with it is not a little fierce.

"Whoa...... Whoa......"

Rummaging through the embers, Mo Ye quickly found a piece of paper.

Bronze, half the size of a palm, it was pitch black, I don't know if it was smoked or it was like this, Mo Xie tried to sense it with his spiritual power, but he didn't find anything abnormal.

"Not afraid of mortal fire, it should not be a mundane thing. ”

Putting all the loot into the space bracelet, Mo Ye looked around.

The sky was already darkening, and in the wilderness, unknown creatures were howling, and it was long and long.

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Li Xinmei is not the only one who is trembling in this night.

It may be hard to believe, but every one of the guards who were ordered to capture the fugitives on this night prayed the following:

"Don't let me meet Li Xinmei...... I'm so young, I haven't lived enough!"

Although the news of the tragedy that occurred in the police station during the day has been blocked, the term 'blocked news' is generally only aimed at civilians, and as law enforcers, they know very well what is happening there.

Twenty-eight police officers! Under the guard of 28 police officers! Li Xinmei! A big living person! A big living person who was tied up with five flowers escaped!

And that's not the point!

The point is that the twenty-eight big men who were arranged to watch (Ling) guard (abuse) Li Xinmei are all dead!

Twenty-eight lives!

No one can forget the scene they saw when they rushed back to the station during the day, the dripping blood, the corpses that were all over the place, all kinds of dead and blinding, almost like the Shura field.

The cause of death for each deceased was the same – being pierced through the heart with a sharp weapon.

One blow kills, from the scene, the deceased did not even have an effective defense, some people had fear on their faces, some people had consternation on their faces, and more importantly, they were distorted by the great pain.

No murder weapon was found at the scene, but experienced police officers judged that the killer must have used a weapon such as a dagger or dagger.

A dagger, picking twenty-eight police officers with guns?!

This is the plot of a martial arts novel, right?!

Many people guess that the murderer may not be one or two people, but three or four, or even more, but there is no doubt that no matter who the murderer is, the other party has the strength to solve no less than 30 police officers in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, there are only 80 police officers in Pushi Town, and after losing 28 people, at this moment, people are already panicking. If it weren't for the death order from above, no one would have dared to search the streets alone.

Outside the small hotel, a police car was parked, and three people got out of the car.

"Xiao Dong, if we still haven't come out after a quarter of an hour, don't hesitate to send a signal directly. ”

A man with a beard lit a cigarette for himself, and he inhaled it so hard that the sparks of the cigarette butt lit up like a neon sign.

"Understood, Team Zhou. ”

The young man sitting in the driver's seat answered, holding the car walkie-talkie in his hand, apparently having just reported his trip to the headquarters.

"Let's go. ”

The man known as 'Team Zhou' took a few more puffs of his cigarette and dropped his half-lit cigarette on the ground, exhaling a string of smoke rings and a word.

"Yo, Captain Zhou, what kind of wind brought you here?!"

The movement of the police car was so loud that anyone who was not deaf or blind noticed it, and the owner of the inn hurriedly came out to receive him, greeting the Zhou team while rubbing his hands on his clothes, looking very cramped.

"Old Song, did you encounter anything unusual today?"

Before entering the hotel, Team Zhou asked, and after smoking a cigarette, there was indescribable tiredness on his face.

However, no one dared to play tricks in front of him, at least, the vendors in this part of Pumice Town.

Because, there was once an incident when a certain mobile vendor was on the street to resist the law, and Team Zhou picked up the scale and smashed it on people's heads without saying a word.

The blood left on the street that day was quickly washed away, but there was a permanent lonely grave outside Pumice Town.

This man is a murderer who doesn't blink, and he has some background, even if he kills someone, he can still wear his uniform, and even, there is gossip that he is about to be promoted.

"Team Zhou...... I didn't have anything to do today......"

Lao Song's face was already a little pale, but when he was asked by Team Zhou at this moment, he suddenly became even whiter, and he hesitated for a long time before answering, as if there was something important to think about.

"How many guests are there in your store today?"

Team Zhou continued to ask, and at the same time, he had a tendency to go to the store.

“…… What's that...... The small shop has not been doing well recently, and not a single guest has stayed today. ”

Old Song replied, but he stood at the door of the inn and didn't even mean to move the land.