Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Heart of Greed, Baotu Spring
The conjuring bell screamed, and the countless living dead monks outside the abbot poured in when they heard it, and in an instant, the water in the already small indoor plug was blocked, and Long Kui was also instantly submerged by the sea of living dead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
"My good babies, rip him, bite him, devour him!hahahaha!"
Zhang Taiping, who was in full form, laughed loudly, and the golden bell in his hand rang wildly.
"Up!"
Long Kui shouted, and the countless living dead who pressed on him instantly collapsed, and the abbot's room suddenly made a loud noise, only to see Long Kui holding the glaive knife in both hands high as if it were a helicopter propeller rotating at high speed, and the strong wind pressure generated crushed the dense living dead in the room to the ground and couldn't move.
"Dragon, whoa, whoa, whoa...... Kuiwa wow wow ......... Don't you think about it, wow, ......wow,
Long Kui knew that as long as he stopped turning the Glaive Knife, the living dead who had lost the suppression of the wind pressure would instantly pounce on him and tear themselves to pieces, and now the situation was extremely critical, and he couldn't find any useful information from Zhang Taiping, so it was better to rush back to Daoming Temple before making plans, after all, there were still people waiting for him there.
Long Kui's hands suddenly stopped turning, and he suddenly grabbed the hilt of the Glaive Knife and swung forward, and the blade of the Glaive Knife flew out of the handle with a chain, breaking through the window of the abbot's room and inserting it deep into the eaves of a Buddhist hall outside.
"Good babies, eat him!"
The urging bell rang again, and the living dead who had lost the suppression of the wind pressure instantly rushed towards Long Kui, who hurriedly pressed the handle of the knife and was dragged by the chain and flew up, avoiding the fangs and claws of the living dead.
"Eat him, eat him, eat him!hahahaha!"
Zhang Taiping laughed hysterically, the soul bell in his hand shook louder and louder, and the tide of living dead surrounded Long Kui, who was now at the top of the Buddha hall.
Long Kui took advantage of the fact that the army of the living dead in the rear had not completely surrounded the Buddha hall under his feet, and hurriedly jumped down from above, while wielding the Glaive Knife to continuously kill the living dead who emerged from all over the Hanshan Temple, and at the same time flew desperately towards the outside of the temple.
There were more and more living dead people all the way, and Long Kui was about to rush out of the gate of Hanshan Temple, but he was surrounded by dozens of living dead, and at this time, the army of living dead behind him was close at hand. Long Kui didn't have time to think about it, wielding the Glaive Knife was a burst of slashing, but the level of these living dead in front of him was also C-level, and they couldn't be wiped out in a short time.
At this time, the gunshots rang out, and the living dead in front of Long Kui were shot in the head one after another.
This is...... Sniper rifles?
Long Kui was stunned for a moment, then understood something, and stepped up to wield the glaive broadsword, and with the cooperation of the sniper rifle, he beheaded all the dozens of living dead who surrounded him.
At this moment, the army of the living dead who were crowded with people just chased behind Long Kui, Long Kui turned around and swept the glaive knife in his hand, and shot the dozens of heads he had cut off on the ground as cannonballs behind him, turning the menacing living dead people on their backs, and he also took this opportunity to gallop out of the temple.
After Long Kui came out of Hanshan Temple, he found that the army of the living dead behind him did not chase him out, thinking that it was probably Zhang Taiping's cowardly egg who was afraid that the living dead would move too much, which alarmed the evil ghosts in Gusu City.
Thinking of this, Long Kui couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the person who turned the people in Gusu City into evil ghosts, and even demons like Zhang Taiping had to retreat from the ruthless role who was sacred?
However, Long Kui knew that now was not the time to think about this, and he had already been fully prepared at this time, and the Inverted Glaive came to a small hill next to the Hanshan Temple. This small hill is the best place for sniping around Hanshan Temple, and it is here that the sniper who made the sniper rifle help him break through.
Killer 47, can I catch you this time?
Long Kui looked around on the small hill and did not find the shadow of Killer 47, but saw a blood-red unknown object on the ground.
Long Kui picked it up and looked at it, as expected, it was a bloody heart.
Killer 47, can't you change your routine?
Long Kui broke open his heart and took out the blood-soaked parchment from it, and saw that the paper read:
"Greedy heart, Baotu Spring. ”
Long Kui's thoughts once again drifted to that rainy day eight years ago, the big boss who once regarded wealth as his life, the second and third masters who are now the king and the loser, and the blood-red greedy heart.
Long Kui put the parchment paper in his trouser pocket and put it away, lost in thought.
As Wu Xiaofei said that day, I was being led by the nose by the killer organization. Some of the killers of the Killer Organization wanted to kill me, such as Killer16, while others did not want me to die, such as Killer47. Judging from the fear that Killer 16 showed to Killer 47 before he died, he was far from being Killer 47's opponent, and the stronger the killer organization, the higher the status, so Killer 47 is very likely to be the top of the organization, so it can be concluded that the "don't want me to die" plan is only known to the top of the killer organization. But what is the purpose of what they are doing this? Ever since I embarked on the road of avenging my wife, I have been fighting constantly, Liu Hanxiang Chu of Zhezhou, Xie Hong and Hanqing of Hucheng, and Zhang Taiping of Suzhou who had just clashed with me, two of the five warlords with whom I crossed paths died at my hands.
It is rumored that the Killers are already secretly in control of several cities on the Asian continent, and if they are using me simply to help me rid them of the warlords in the states so that they can secretly take power, then their purpose has obviously been achieved. But how on earth did they know what I did on that rainy day eight years ago, from the mouths of the survivors of that killing?
My wife died only because she was my wife, and I knew then that the murderer was coming at me, and that I had indirectly killed my beloved. Now that the killer organization knows me so clearly, it has nothing to do with my wife's death, and the murderer is likely to be the killer in the killer organization.
It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let go of one, in short, as long as you encounter a killer of the killer organization in the future, you will be killed. After I wiped out the Killer Order's headquarters, I went to accompany my wife.
After a short period of thought, Long Kui decided to help Aihua rescue her relatives first, and then get up and go to Baotu Spring in Luzhou to find out the killer.47
Long Kui turned the glaive knife back into a machete, picked it up and rushed towards Gusu City, and when he entered the west gate and rushed back to Daoming Temple, it was already noon.
The noon sun shines directly on the solemn and magnificent Daoming Temple in the past, and there is a kind of incomplete beauty.
The fly in the ointment is that the smell of blood in the air is stronger.
Long Kui knew that something was wrong.