Han Yang looked at the smug dwarf, and suddenly kicked him out, and he slammed into the wall behind him, making a muffled sound, and the bones were broken for a few pieces.

The most important thing is that Han Yang's kick kicked this guy's smile completely solidified, his face stiffened, and he suddenly roared: "You don't tell your credit, you promised me that I could commit suicide, what are you going to do now."

Han Yang walked over slowly, he looked at this guy with a look of disgust on his face. He sneered: "I told you to kill yourself, and now since you want to kill yourself by bleeding, it will be the same everywhere, and your blood will flow the same in another place."

"It's not the same," the guy snarled suddenly.

"Huh?" Han Yang smiled slightly: "What's the difference?" ”

The man seemed to realize that he had lost his words and hurriedly shut his mouth. Han Yang's eyes flashed slightly and said, "That's good, I won't use violence against you anymore."

"What you said is true?" The man could barely believe Han Yang.

Han Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, I mean what I say."

The man frowned and said, "Okay, then I'll trust you again."

Han Yang nodded, turned around, and the moment he turned around, a strange smile appeared on his face, as if he had encountered something funny.

The man was relieved when he saw Han Yang turn around. He was lying on the ground, the blood from the wound was gurgling down, and the blood gradually gathered under his body, forming a special pattern, and the expression on this guy's face became more and more excited, looking at Han Yang as if he was looking at a dead person.

But at this moment, Han Yang suddenly turned around and gently picked him up.

"What are you going to do? You have just said that you will not use violence against me anymore, do you want to regret it" This guy couldn't help but struggle when he saw Han Yang picking himself up, and the expression on his face also became surprisingly angry.

Han Yang smiled slightly: "I didn't use violence against you, I just saw that you bled too much, and I was afraid that you would be uncomfortable lying down, and it would be troublesome to come back to me in case you died, so I will help you change places."

"Bastard" this guy just wants a mouthful of blood to squirt. But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free of Han Yang's arms.

Han Yang just hugged him like this and put him next to him, and the man looked at Han Yang with resentment. Han Yang couldn't help but touch his nose and said, "Don't look at me like that, it's like how much hatred we have, you must know that this is what you are willing to die for, and I didn't kill you."

"One last time, don't touch me, I'm going to die quietly. If you want to die, move me again, I will curse you to die" The guy was almost furious now.

Han Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, just listen to you, I won't move, you please."

The man was now pale and weak. In addition, he was so angry by Han Yang again and again that he was almost out of breath. He insisted on secretly drawing a certain pattern with blood under him.

The pattern was getting more and more complete, and when the last stroke was missing, Han Yang suddenly moved, and the man suddenly became nervous.

"What are you going to do, you said you wouldn't move me" He said vigilantly, for fear that Han Yang would move him again, then he would really die.

Han Yang laughed, looking at Han Yang's 'affectionate smile', this guy suddenly chuckled in his heart, but there was still one last bit of the pattern under him, and he was ready to complete the pattern under him while delaying Han Yang.

"Bang"

At this time, Han Yang stepped out and broke the person's arm, and the person let out a miserable scream, which was simply deafening, making people sound a sense of sympathy.

"Enough of playing, you're still too tender to play this one in front of me," Han Yang said lightly.

The man endured the pain and said, "What do you mean by that?" ”

Han Yang smiled slightly: "What do you mean?" I mean, those little gestures of yours are not worth mentioning in front of me, the cult has an ancient ritual of drawing a magic circle with your own blood, and then lying in this circle and dedicating your life to curse others. But the result is that others will die, but the one who gave his life will live, and that's why you have to pull a hair off my head."

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked in a lost voice, "How do you know?!" ”

Han Yang said lightly: "I don't know much about the Cult of the Evil God, but I know exactly this one thing. There are many cults around the world, and different religions believe in different demons, but they all have a common characteristic, that is, they also believe in evil gods. I thought about it when I saw those patterns under you, otherwise do you think I'd be going to be like that and I'm going to be moving you around like that."

"You did it on purpose!" The man thought that he was interrupted by Han Yang every time he was about to finish, at first he was not clear, but now he finally understood that Han Yang was deliberately teasing him.

There was a hint of resentment on his face, his eyes were fixed on Han Yang, and he had an urge to tear him apart. He said coldly: "Even if I go to hell, I will curse you, curse you."

Han Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm not even afraid of you, a living person, am I still afraid that you will come to me after you die."

At this time, Cangyue also rushed up from downstairs. Han Yang smiled: "It's all solved."

Cangyue nodded, her eyes were full of bloodshots, it seemed that she had killed a little. But that's fine, when she finishes killing them all, she will sleep for a while, and when she wakes up, the demons will naturally be removed.

"Well, this guy is the leader of the Cult of the Evil God, I'll leave it to you," Han Yang said angrily.

Cangyue looked at this person, an expression of surprise appeared in her eyes, she didn't seem to expect that the leader of the Evil God Sect would look like this, or she didn't expect that this guy had been beaten by Han Yang into such a decaying appearance.

However, the hatred in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest, and she walked towards this person, the leader of the cult of evil gods had already bled too much, and now even if you let him escape, he would not be able to escape.

Han Yang stood aside, looked at Cangyue, and sighed softly. His relatives died so miserably, and his undetermined heart had already collapsed, although Cangyue now has demons, it is very good to be able to hold on until now.

At this time, a siren sounded from under the building, and a helicopter was coming in the distance. Han Yang frowned and glanced at the watch on his wrist, the time was almost up, and the police would be able to come up in five minutes.

He turned his head away and didn't look at how Cangyue had executed this guy. It's just that Han Yang heard a terrible scream, and the scream was very rapid, and it disappeared almost as soon as he remembered it. He couldn't help but sigh lightly, Cangyue wasn't too cruel after all, if it was on him, he would definitely make that guy miserable.

"Alright, let's go," Cangyue said.

Han Yang nodded, turned around, and Cangyue stood there without moving. Suddenly, Cangyue fell backwards, and Han Yang hurriedly helped her.

Cangyue closed her eyes tightly, and the expression on her face became less painful, it seemed that she had finally relaxed after completing her revenge, and fainted from exhaustion.

Han Yang picked her up, and by this time, the policeman was getting closer and closer to them.

"Don't move, raise your hands, we are the Hong Kong police" The policeman came to the roof of the building, saw Han Yang and them, and raised their guns and aimed at the two of them.

When they came to the top floor, the tragic scene on the top floor made these policemen feel a little terrifying. In the room on the top floor, dozens of corpses lay horizontally, each of which had either been charred or had been cut open, and died a miserable death.

As police officers, they have seen a lot of corpses in their careers, some of which are indeed very horrific, but dozens of deaths at once like this are like a massacre. So when they rushed to the roof, everyone was extremely jealous and excited.

They want to see what the murderer who caused this tragedy looks like, but they are afraid of coming into contact with this murderer head-on, so they have that extremely complicated feeling.

Han Yang hugged Cangyue and turned his back to the policemen. He slowly walked to the edge of the roof, and the policemen suddenly became nervous, this murderer was going to commit suicide.

In this kind of big case, the police hope that the murderer is alive, so that the murderer can be tried and people can be given an explanation. If the murderer dies, the media or the public will inevitably put on a gimmick to replace the dead person, which is extremely detrimental to the image of the police.

"Don't move, we'll shoot if we move again," the cops shouted.

However, Han Yang ignored them at all, he walked to the edge, and there were already police cars downstairs, it seems that the sensation caused by the matter here is really not small, and he directly suppressed the bank robbery two days ago. I don't know how the media in Hong Kong will report on this tomorrow, whether it is about the appearance of murderous demons or the incompetence of the police.

Han Yang chuckled, and at the foot of his feet, the two of them turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared without a trace. The policemen stood there dumbfounded.

After a while, they hurried to the edge of the building to look down, and someone talked to the police below to confirm that the person had jumped down.

However, to their disappointment, the murderer did not jump, but disappeared without a trace under their noses. This made the police commissioner very depressed, how to explain this kind of thing to the people, how to explain it to the media, could it be said that he could not disappear out of thin air, and he would not be scolded to death by the media and the people.

This day is destined to be a headache for the police commissioner.