Tang Yulan and Hell have a grudge for a long time, especially when Hell is implementing their control of the overall situation, Tang Yulan always ruins their plan at this time, making their long-planned layout fall short. Hell is furious about this, and the hatred between the two has grown deeper. What's more, in order to take revenge on Tang Yulan, Hell had just attacked the Night King's K Hall. Thinking of this, the tattoo shivered, and now that it was in his hands, even if he didn't die, he would have to peel off a few layers of skin.

With his feet off the ground, he kicked in the air, clenching his mouth and not saying a word.

Tang Yulan put on a look of a soul mentor and said in a very regretful tone: "Yahweh, the Virgin Mary, Zeus and Lao Tzu, so many people, all of them are gods!" You don't worship it, but you worship a prison emperor. I don't know what it will take to save you depressed and ignorant souls. After speaking, he raised his arm and flicked it, and the hundreds of pounds of tattoos rose into the air, and his body flew the roof, only to hear the sound of "bang", and the wall skin knocked off a large piece, and then plopped, and rebounded heavily and fell to the ground, seeing the blood spurting from the mouth and nose, and the eyes rolled white. Tang Yulan stepped forward and stepped on his cervical vertebrae, only to hear a click, and the cervical vertebrae of the tattoo were broken.

The smell of blood filled the room.

The last remaining tattoo scholar stood there, and Tang Yulan's continuous tactics were a live broadcast for him, deeply imprinted in his mind. In his eyes, Tang Yulan's figure was as majestic as a mountain, as imposing as the sea, and his eyes were as deep as if he could connect to another space, and the frightened seven souls were lost, and the six spirits were scattered, and he asked tremblingly: "I said...... I said, can you let me go? ”

"No, I won't let you go. However, it will make you die very comfortably. Tang Yulan raised her eyebrows, her eyes staring directly at the pale cheeks of the last tattooed man.

"Big... People are ...... below. The tattoo shivered, unable to speak: "Gu... Tool... Body in... At... Miscellaneous... Where I... I... Neither... Clearly, I just... It's Pu... The tattoo of the pass, the root... Root... Ben didn't... See you in person... The Prison Envoy Great... Human rights... Sharp. ”

"Speak smartly! Don't talk useless nonsense to Lao Tzu either. Tang Yulan made a move, crushed the left shoulder blade of the tattoo man, and asked, "Then you say, where is the fat head six imprisoned?" The Fat Head Six is the big fat man that Hell snatched from our Bird Regiment. ”

"I don't know...... "I don't know," the tattoo prayed, "Please, no...... Don't kill me. ”

Tang Yulan had a hint of disappointment and regret in his eyes, thinking that this tattoo was just a low-level errand, and no matter how much he asked, he probably couldn't ask anything valuable. Say, "I'll make your death easy." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could start his hand, he heard a commotion at the entrance of the stairs below.

A deep and powerful voice came over and said, "What's the noise, what's going on?" ”

When the tattoo heard the voice, he was overjoyed that the savior had come, turned his head, and opened his mouth to ask for help.

Tang Yulan saw the expression of the tattoo scholar clearly, and snorted coldly in his heart, his face was indifferent and disdainful, as if he was telling the tattoo scholar not to be delusional and tedious struggle. Then the middle finger of his left hand poked behind the base of his ear, and the finger poked directly into his brain from the base of the ear. Then, a scorching flame ignited in his hand.

The tattoo's brain was so traumatized that he didn't even have time to scream in pain, and lay on the ground with a sluggish face. Blood and white brains flowed from the wounds, and the long hair on his head burned quickly, leaving a burnt smell.

Tang Yulan shook his hand, and the flames were extinguished.

Since there is no news about Fat Tou Six from these people's mouths, and he is looking for it without purpose, wasting time and not finding Fat Tou Liu, it is better to go directly to Zong Bai to find someone.

Having made up his mind in his heart, Tang Yulan ran towards the stairs.

The few tattooers who were still rolling on the ground in pain, even if they still had the strength, did not dare to stop them, and watched Tang Yulan's back disappear around the corner of the corridor.

Inside the stairs, there was a loud wail and the sound of falling.

Crimson blood flowed down the steps, along the gap between the floor tiles, and slowly flowed out.

Within a dozen seconds, Tang Yulan had already appeared at the entrance of the corridor on the second floor. He patted the blood on his hands and stepped deeper into the hallway.

Tang Yulan swaggered and kicked several wooden doors one after another, and looked at the room. Inside, there are tattoo studios, and there are drug showrooms. Tang Yulan came out after a glance, he wanted to find Zong Bai in the shortest possible time.

"Bang" was another kick, and the wooden door that flew out knocked out a man like a fly swatter.

"What's going on?" In the room, there was a commotion.

Tang Yulan glanced at it, it turned out that this was a spacious rest room, with soft beds, wine coolers, and fitness equipment.

The man who had been slapped off by the door was landing at a triangular table in the middle of the room.

At the table, three men were playing cards, and there were three glasses of pure grain liquor on the table.

In front of the bed on the right, a man is sitting on the bed, holding a rag in his left hand and wiping the bright long knife he holds in his right hand.

There was a lot of commotion outside, and the people in this room were not flustered, and when they thought about it, they knew that they were people with a lot of status, even if they weren't ghosts, they should be people like Captain Wen.

There weren't many ghosts under each prison envoy, and there were a few people in the room, all of whom were in good spirits and had sharp eyes, and they were expected to be Sergeant Tattoos.

Sitting at the card table, facing Tang Yulan, a shirtless middle-aged man, I don't know if it was because of drinking to keep warm, or because of his special physique, the temperature in the room was only about five or six degrees, but he didn't feel cold at all. The broad pectoralis major muscles, the biceps brachii of the pimple Ryukyu, and the muscles jump during the activity, as if they have the power of an explosion.

"Sorry to disturb your interest." Tang Yulan took a figure-eight step, walked elegantly towards the triangular table, stepped on the man lying on the ground, picked up a glass of liquor, and said, "Well," while smacking his lips, he commented, "According to the test of the sensitive taste buds on the tip of my tongue, this wine is a puree wine made from glutinous rice, sorghum, and barley." The color is slightly yellow, the honey fragrance is soft, sweet and mellow, not pungent, not spicy, not rushed, the aftertaste is endless, the taste is good, it is the best wine. ”

The shirtless man looked at each other in horror, pointed to the left, and said, "There are still in the wine cabinet." As he spoke, a tattoo like broken ice quickly appeared on his left chest, and it could be seen that he was very nervous and panicked.