It took a lot of effort for Lu Mang to escape from Hawkeye's tracking.

If it weren't for the doppelganger technique, I'm afraid he would still be entangled with Hawkeye.

Having said that, although he thinks that his overall strength is stronger than Hawkeye, he is still inferior to Hawkeye in terms of combat experience and combat skills.

And Hawkeye is precisely the kind of superhero who is extremely good at playing to his strengths.

However, in this battle, Lu Mang did not gain anything.

At least through such a battle, he began to slowly become familiar with the combat rules of the Marvel world.

This is a completely different thing from the Hokage world, if he doesn't adapt as soon as possible now, he will definitely suffer a lot if he encounters stronger characters in the future.

Lu Mang guessed the beginning of the story, but did not guess the end of the story. He thought he would draw the most bullish attribute enhancement, but he didn't expect it to be an inexplicable "primary cheap attribute enhancement". Also, this thing didn't give him any stronger feeling than before, except for adding two lines of words to his stats screen.

He didn't understand why, and no one could explain it, even if he saw the hell "Elementary Cheap Attribute Enhancement" under the other line of small print, he couldn't figure out what the phrase "slightly increase the ability to gain resentment" was.

"Yoyo, come on, come with Mom, Mom will take you to a fun place."

I don't know how long it took, a gentle voice came from the other side of the big locust tree, interrupting Lu Mang's petrified state.

I still don't want to think about it so much, so let's find a way to get out of this place first. I don't know why, it's clear that he is a ghost, but Lu Mang likes to use the word ghost more and more.

Quietly bypassing the big locust tree, Lu Mang saw a strange scene in a small clearing in front of him.

A tall thin man in a dark suit, a beautiful woman in a big red dress, and the little girl who Lu Mang helped buckle the seat belt with Lu Mang just now, and the three passengers who had just finished with him all appeared in front of him.

The tall and thin man stood by with a grim face and did not speak, while the woman in the dress put away the vitriol she had shown in the taxi before, and was bending down to say something to the little girl with kind eyes.

The bodies of the tall and thin man and the woman in the dress seemed a little dark and weak in Lu Mang's opinion, just like the kind of photos taken when the hands were shaking. The little girl was obviously different from the man and woman, her body was clearer, and most importantly, there was a cluster of flames on her forehead and eyebrows.

Although the flame was not bright and dimmer, and seemed to be extinguished at any moment, it also made her seem more alive than the man and woman.

In the woods a little further in front of the three of them, the underworld path that had appeared in front of Lu Mang just now reappeared, still in the appearance of that strange path.

How many of them must have died? Lu Mang looked back behind him strangely.

The heavy rain in the woods has completely stopped, and the lights of incoming and passing cars can be seen on the airport highway a little farther away, and the occasional red and blue flashes piercing the night sky, which may be the sirens of ambulances and police cars. Farther away, the eastern sky gradually had a faint morning light.

In the humid morning breeze, Lu Mang could clearly see the two corpses near the tattered taxi. The tall, lanky man in a suit leaned against the trunk of a tree that had been broken by a taxi, his head pressed limply against his left shoulder, at a ninety-degree angle to his body, apparently too dead to die.

And farther away in the mud, the death of the woman in the dress was even more tragic and terrifying. Her body was thrown out of the cab and hit a large tree and then bounced off again, landing on the ground with her upper body and legs tightly together, not her chest and abdomen next to her legs, but her back next to the crook of her legs.

Such a woman in a dress reminded Lu Mang of the rag doll he had picked up from the trash can before, the tattered rag doll that had been deliberately disassembled and stacked on top of each other. After he returned to the welfare home, he re-sewed the rag doll to his sister, although the craftsmanship was not good, at least he could still see it. But now the woman in the dress, but no one can sew her up.

If it had been before, Lu Mang would have been scared to death when he saw this strange situation. But now, now that he was dead, there was nothing to fear about these corpses, and at most it made him feel a little sick.

Through the already much faint headlight of the taxi, Lu Mang's gaze swept over his own corpse, which was no better than the two passengers, and looked at the little girl in the back seat who was tightly restrained by a child seat belt.

Thanks to the children's seat belt that Tuo Lu Mang specially bought, the little girl's body didn't look too unusual, at least there was no tragic situation such as missing arms and legs. Although her limbs and head hung limply, there was no blood dripping from her body, which was pleasing to the eye.

Hey? Her chest was still heaving slightly, wasn't she dead yet? In this way, the one in front of her eyebrows will be on fire, is it her soul?

Lu Mang turned his head suddenly, and then carefully observed the faint flame bubbling from the eyebrows of the little girl in front of him. The flame was larger than the candle head, pure white in color, soft but faint, and could only illuminate the little girl's body, not even the dirt underneath her feet.

He guessed in his heart: This flame may be the soul fire of the legendary living.

Before he completely figured out what was going on, Lu Mang didn't plan to step forward for the time being, but just quietly observed. Although he was also very angry with the man in the suit who had a nervous breakdown, perhaps because of the experience that the cruel reality had taught him, he cherished his current rare and strange state even more, and did not want to change it easily because of hatred.

Probably afraid of the flames on the little girl's body, the woman in the dress did not approach the little girl, but just stretched out her hand from a distance and seduced her in the gentlest voice: "Yoyo, come on, come with your mother, and your mother will take you to a fun place." ”

The little girl probably understood something, and instead of being tempted by her mother, she begged with tears in her eyes: "Don't ...... Mom, don't take me away, don't ......"

Lu Mang secretly wondered: It seems that the little girl's name is Youyou, and the woman in the dress should be her biological mother, but what does she mean by crying "Don't take me away", is it not good that the relationship between the two of them is not good?

No, Lu Mang's gaze turned to the underworld in the distance, and he secretly shouted in his heart: Damn, this woman wants to kill her own daughter! , they all say that tigers don't eat children, and this woman's mind is more vicious than tigers. I don't count if I'm dead, I still want to drag my own daughter to hell!

Damn, what to do?