"Is that you?!how do you ......?"

"Hurry!go!!"

Without any more reminders, Song Xiaocheng forced out a cold wind with his right fist, grabbed the ghoul's wrist with both hands, used all his strength to pull himself up, and fell down violently. The limbs of the frozen ghouls shattered like crisp iron in winter, and Song Xiaocheng fell on the ground with a snap.

At this time, the ghost soldiers who originally used sharp knives to stick in Hou Xiaolin all held long knives and turned against them to attack Hiratsuka Xie. Three long blades stabbed into Hiratsuka's body from different angles, and the bald freak let out a very unpleasant roar of pain. The ghost soldiers pushed the long knife hard, trying to contain Hiratsuka Xie like they had imprisoned Hou Xiaolin before.

Song Xiaocheng quickly got up from the ground, the soles of his feet kept slipping, and he staggered to help Hou Xiaolin up.

"How's it going?

"It's all right!"

"You go quickly, I have to help them!" Song Xiaocheng looked back at the zombie with a familiar face and pushed Hou Xiaolin away. Hou Xiaolin turned around and grabbed Song Xiaocheng's wrist:

"You're no match for him, let's go!"

But Song Xiaocheng wrinkled his eyebrows and glared, pulled back his wrist violently, pushed Hou Xiaolin to the ground, shouted "Go!" and turned around and carried the power of the magic seal in his palm.

Each of the three ghost soldiers wielded a long knife and twisted it vigorously, trying to control the strange man through the hilt. At first, the strange man was slightly lifted off the ground by the ghost soldiers, but suddenly, somehow, after the strange man let out a hoarse and twisted low roar, the fungus moss on the ground came to life, like a few ropes, bounced from the ground to the ghost soldiers, dragging them towards the ground.

When Song Xiaocheng rushed in front of him, the ghoul who had broken one of his arms recovered and slapped at the three ghost soldiers. Seeing that the situation was not good, the ghost soldiers dodged separately, and although the ghoul missed, the wrestling force of the three long knives against Hiratsuka Xie was also released. For a moment, one ghoul and three ghost soldiers fought together.

Song Xiaocheng carried a cold air in his right palm and slapped towards Hiratsuka Xie, who knew that although the bald head still had a knife and gun in his body, he was very brave and agile, not only leaned over to avoid Song Xiaocheng's right palm, but also slammed one arm on his chest, knocking Song Xiaocheng to the ground. Song Xiaocheng only felt that the back of his head hit the ground, there was a loud "bang" in his ears, and it was dark in front of him for a while, and after a second, when he reacted again, his right hand had been stepped on by Hiratsuka Xie, and his left hand was pressed on his throat by the bald head, and he couldn't move.

"Damn thing!!you!don't try to take away my power!!" The bald head roared in a low voice like a rough cow's bark, while glaring at Song Xiaocheng with that huge right eye, "My power is given by Lord He, you...... You don't want to take it away!!"

Song Xiaocheng gritted his teeth and tensed all his strength, but there was no way at all, no matter what, he couldn't resist the clamp of the bald head in front of him.

"Guy who plays with fire, you go die!!"

"No!!"

Hiratsuka's huge right eye suddenly shot out with a burst of light. Song Xiaocheng's eyes widened and stared at the dark eyeball, as if he was looking into the distant unknown from that eye for a moment - the meaning of life, the origin of the universe, and the fate of all worlds seemed to be all contained in that eyeball......

And just when Song Xiaocheng was in surprise, Hou Xiaolin's shouting interrupted his thinking.

"No! Don't...... Don't kill him!" Hou Xiaolin suddenly rushed over and knelt beside Song Xiaocheng and Pingzuka Xie.

"It's you, you traitor, I'll deal with you later!"

As he spoke, Hiratsuka Xie glared at Song Xiaocheng again.

"No!!Lady Hiratsuka!!I beg you, don't kill him!

Hou Xiaolin knelt down on his knees and crawled at the feet of Hiratsuka Xie, Song Xiaocheng's side, tightly tugging on Hiratsuka Xie's arm, begging bitterly.

"Fuck off! Dog-like thing, don't get in my way!"

Hiratsuka Xie shook his hand vigorously and hit Hou Xiaolin in the face, knocking him to the ground, but let go of Song Xiaocheng's left hand because of this.

Song Xiaocheng jumped up violently and grabbed the giant eye of Hiratsuka Xie with his left hand. The moment he touched his eyeballs, Hiratsuka Xie screamed as if he had been electrocuted, jumped away from the spot, and covered his eye with both hands.

Song Xiaocheng, who was free to move, stood up again and jumped towards Hiratsuka Xie without hesitation, but did not attack with his usual right hand, but flew up fiercely and hit with one blow - Song Xiaocheng's instep kicked Hiratsuka Xie's crotch fiercely.

Song Xiaocheng has lived to be twenty-six years old, and he has fought some small fights since he was a child, and he has also messed around with his friends. But in all fairness, he'd never kicked a man's crotch so happily.

After this kick, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have collapsed to the ground, or he might vomit blood and fall into a coma. And Hiratsuka Xie is not an ordinary person after all-he has even escaped from the category of "human" species, and after this kick, he just covered his lower body slightly with both hands, and his expression was slightly surprised, but it seemed that he was completely fine.

However, this is the result that Song Xiaocheng wants. Just when Hiratsuka Xie stretched out his hand to cover his crotch, the huge eyeball stared at him tightly again, and he did not avoid it, but flew up his right hand, carrying a strong and hot ball of fire, and grabbed the huge eyeball fiercely.

However, at the moment when the ball of fire was about to touch that eyeball, time seemed to suddenly slow down, as if Song Xiaocheng's palm had hit some kind of thick and viscous fluid, which was greatly hindered, but it was still advancing.

At the same time, everything in front of Song Xiaocheng's eyes began to twist and rotate, centering on Hiratsuka Xie's huge black eye, collapsing into it. Song Xiaocheng felt that his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking quickly, and the first half of his life flashed quickly in his brain - the handmade wooden crib in his childhood, the beloved tin frog accidentally fell into the mud, Huan Lingyu kicked the football in his face, the room with flashing red lights, Lin Yu, who was lying on the bed with his hair scattered, showed a shy expression, and the barely beautiful female colleague took advantage of the drunkenness to put her hand on her shoulder......

Immediately after, everything fell apart, and everything fell into darkness...... Boundless darkness. Song Xiaocheng felt that his body was light, as if he was floating in a swimming pool, lazy, and his whole body was light. Float, float...... It's like turning into a wisp of smoke, wandering aimlessly, so comfortable that I even feel like I can float like this for the rest of my life......

Lifetime......

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in front of him, and a force held him, as if there was an iron hook, hooking his trouser waist from behind, slowly dragging him back, the light in front of him was getting farther and farther away, he stretched out his hand to touch the light, but he couldn't do it, anxious he began to shout, but from his mouth came out of the baby's cry, crying louder and louder, more and more fierce......

"Ahhh

There was still a yellow-green scene in front of me, and it was still the same wet moss. Song Xiaocheng looked down at the ground and saw Hou Xiaolin kneeling a few meters away from his body, roaring loudly, as if he was very sad.

Hiratsuka's hands were still clutching his crotch, but he let out a burst of ugly laughter. But Song Xiaocheng's body fell at his feet, his right hand stretched forward, lying on the ground, motionless.

Song Xiaocheng felt a little puzzled, why didn't he stand up? Stand up quickly, and then fight that monster!

But Song Xiaocheng on the ground was still motionless.

Hou Xiaolin began to bury his face in the ground and cry. The three ghost soldiers in the distance were still fighting the ghoul. It's really strange, when I fought with myself before, why didn't those ghost soldiers fight so well? Sure enough, it was the leading ghost soldier who was releasing water, the zombie who looked very familiar......

What's his name? That's right, Ma Jin. That little black thin man went to Huan Lingyu's house with Song Xiaocheng that day. Since I went to the supermarket with Gao He, I don't know where to go. I came here. Thanks to him, he was able to fight with Hiratsuka Xie for the last time.

But it's all over, isn't it? Hiratsuka Xie is still a little better after all. It's a pity, Igni's power has just arrived, and the magical world of his dreams has just arrived, but Song Xiaocheng is dead......

Seeing that on the ground, the three ghost soldiers also knelt on the ground, convulsed, stood up again, and lifted Song Xiaocheng's body under the command of Hiratsuka Xie. The ghoul also came over, grabbed Hou Xiaolin's head roughly, and walked to the side. The farther he went, the light in front of Song Xiaocheng's eyes became darker and darker, until in the end, he couldn't see anything clearly, and he couldn't see anything. Although my mind was still thinking, I felt like I was floating in the air forever.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be dead......

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In a burial chamber, a man with a disheveled head sits high on a stone chair. Although it is not closed, the burial chamber is not a well-ventilated space. But the hair that was scattered seemed to be blown by the wind, and it was scattered in a mess.

Hiratsuka and Oni don't care what their hairstyle is. He has lived too long, died too long, and waited too long. There were so many things he had to care about, and something as trivial as hair was far from being qualified to disturb his mind.

Hiratsuka and Oni tried to concentrate on meditation so that they could use their spiritual power to find out the whereabouts of the great rune, but just like every time, it took a lot of effort. He wished he had gotten up and walked out of this tomb that had been dormant for a thousand years, and went to find the great rune himself, but his body was far from able to support it......

That's why he's creating Hiratsuka Yoshi, the test that failed. He couldn't even do the slightest little thing, and he would only disturb his precious meditation with all kinds of trivial things every day.

"What's wrong again?"

The guy brought a corpse today.

"And the ghost-sama! I killed the Chosen One!"

Hiratsuka and the ghost were very impatient. But failure is failure, and even if a great being exists like himself, he has to be punished for his failed work.

"How many times do you want me to tell you? The Chosen One cannot be killed!"

"But this is his corpse...... I really killed him! with my prismatic eyes!"

Hiratsuka and Oni glanced at the corpse on the ground. It's just an ordinary corpse, and there's not a trace of magic in it.

"Get out of here, don't bother me!"

"But this corpse ......"

"Throw it in the minced meat factory! Don't bother me anymore unless you've found the whereabouts of the Great Rune. ”