Su Mo chuckled in his heart, and instantly sped up his pace, while secretly praying in his heart that the fish man did not recognize him.

At the moment when he just passed by, he seemed to smell a suppressed feeling, which was the smell of the deep sea.

A strange wind blew his black hair up for no apparent reason, revealing a pair of terrified eyes. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked forward mechanically, he didn't look back, and he didn't dare to look back.

The further he went, the more creepy he felt, and the fish-man seemed to be staring at him from behind!

That feeling is like a pair of cold little hands slowly caressing every inch of skin on your back from bottom to top.

"Da Da Da ......"

The footsteps faded away and finally disappeared. The fish-man seems to have gone far.

And at this moment, Su Mo couldn't stand that kind of torture anymore, he gritted his teeth and turned his head in the twilight.

It was pitch black ahead, with only the occasional bright lights from the street penetrating into the alleys, giving a rough idea of what was going on. The fish-man had apparently left, and there was no longer him in the alley.

"Hoo ......"

Su Mo exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his frowning brows relaxed slightly.

"Whirring ......"

The night breeze with the smell of the sea blew the plastic bags on the ground, swirled them, and drifted off into the distance.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked to the next corner.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly came from around the corner and hit Su Momian's door!

"!"

Su Mo scolded, and dodged sideways to the side.

In the next second, dense white bone spurs roared like wood tied together, accompanied by a tooth-aching sound of metal rubbing, and the opposite wall was immediately pierced with thousands of holes. Countless tiny rays of light rushed through the small holes, and the walls were clearly the steel shell of the building, and those rays of light were coming from the hall on the first floor.

This is not to say that Su Mo's reaction was fast, but he never relaxed his vigilance against the fishman from beginning to end. Despite this, there was still a small cut on his face, which showed that his speed was so fast that normal people couldn't react at all. Now it seems that his vigilance is undoubtedly correct, this fish-man is so cunning, it first pretended not to see Su Mo, and then quickly walked around the corner where Su Mo must pass to sneak attack, and hit Su Mo by surprise, if it was someone else, I am afraid that it would have been dead a long time ago!

"You're a normal human."

The fish-man walked out of the corner, its arms extending countless bone spurs and dragging them to the ground, looking very strange. Its face is indistinguishable from that of a normal human, and it even wears a clerk's hat with the English logo of "versace" printed on its clothes.

"Why do you recognize me?"

Its voice is somewhat jerky and hoarse, and it does not seem to be accustomed to human language.

"Huh."

The corners of Su Mo's mouth twitched and he didn't say anything, and he turned around and ran towards the street.

He's gambling, betting that the fishman won't dare to make a move on the street!

However, he was obviously wrong, he hadn't taken two steps yet, he only felt a pain in his back shoulder, and a bone spur emitting a faint orange halo instantly pierced his shoulder!

"Wow"

Su Mo spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the fishman behind him in horror.

The bone spur extended from the palm of the fish-man's hand, and it was very different from the other pale bone spurs. The bone spur glowed a faint orange, and its speed and strength were completely incomparable.

Countless bone spurs pierced Su Mo's suit, and in this way, he was lifted in front of the fishman.

"Why do you recognize me?"

It's still the same sentence, without any sense of color.

Su Mo still didn't answer, he quietly stretched out his hand to his waist, as if he was about to take out something.

Great opportunity!

"Forget it."

It suddenly sighed, and those bone spurs also loosened, and Su Mo fell to the ground.

That opportunity was lost.

"Still, this one has a good face."

The fishman suddenly changed his words, and the sharp killing machine suddenly rushed to his face!

Su Mo tightly grasped the hard object on his waist, his body trembled involuntarily, and a new moon appeared on his head at some point, as if announcing something.

The lights of the bustling urban area of Beihai City have long drowned out the moonlight, but the old city with only stars and lights has been bathed in a layer of silver light.

Besides, Nadi is still as familiar as ever, shuttling through the alleys of the old city, and the lights of thousands of homes have not been able to illuminate this alley, but the noise from the residential buildings on both sides from time to time makes it even more difficult to discern what is in front of them.

But today, the moonlight generously illuminates the alleys, and the garbage cans ahead, the leaky white pipes, and the burglar bars that have collapsed from the first floor are all visible.

Nadi pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and tries to light it, but can't find a lighter.

He rummaged through his pockets while burying his head in the search for a lighter, and scolded uncleanly.

Later, he finally gave up and yelled "Fuck!" Then he kicked the plastic bottle on the sole of his foot away. There was a muffled sound from ahead, and instead of hitting the wall, the plastic bottle hit something.

Nadi raised his head slowly, and by the moonlight, three black shadows were standing in front of the alley, and the three shadows were stretched out.

The expression on his face gradually became serious, and his sharp sword eyebrows furrowed. He stepped on the garbage on the soles of his feet, and walked forward step by step without fear,

When he came to the front of a dark shadow, he shook the cigarette between his fingers and said with a slight ruffian:

"Borrow a fire?"

The figure didn't answer, and all the sounds around it suddenly stopped at this point, as if someone shouting for help had been choked by the throat.

The figure was more than two meters tall, a head taller than Nadi, and it was like a wall that sealed Nadi's path to death, and there were two companions behind it.

Nadi slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the killing intent on the man's face was reflected in his eyes with heavy dark circles.

"There's just nothing to talk about."

He laughed, let go of his fingers, and the cigarette slid to the ground.

The war is on the verge of breaking out!