Just when the black-clothed murderer was wantonly killing, no one dared to step forward to stop him, regardless of men, women, and children, all of them were terrified. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā

However, there was another person, who resolutely turned around.

This person was the tall, dark and burly boy who was the first to hold the bricks and wanted to smash the stereo, but ended up having a big quarrel with the old ladies.

He had already left this small clearing, but suddenly he heard the crowd behind him screaming, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that the scene was chaotic!

He had been a soldier for two years, and suddenly saw that this kind of tragic murder was being staged unscrupulously under his nose, how could he still hold back the blood in his heart.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and with a height of nearly one meter eighty-three, he bent down again and picked up a red brick from the ground, which was blown by the wind and rain, showing a deep dark red, and compared to the gangster's bright sharp machete, it was simply weak.

But at this moment, this dark red brick is the close comrade-in-arms of the swarthy burly boy, a lethal weapon to subdue the murderous villains.

After the black-clothed murderer slashed the old men who wanted to escape, he once again aimed his godless gaze at the old ladies who were prostrate on the ground and kowtowed.

Brush, brush, brush!

The black-clothed murderer was simply reborn like a demon, without mercy, and between the knife in his hand, in his eyes, it seemed that these people who had fallen were not people, but some lifeless fruits and vegetables.

Again, the black murderer raised his machete high and slashed at the old lady who fell to her knees.

This was already the eighth old lady he had slashed in a moment, and his eyes had not closed with the murderous killing, and his hands had not trembled from the fact that he had already hacked seven old ladies to death.

He is still so indifferent, and he still shows the word murderous to the fullest.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang!

The black-clothed murderer's machete had not yet been chopped off, but his head was violently impacted, and the force of this blow was very great, and there was a loud buzz in his head, only to feel that the sky was spinning, and his head was full of colorful small stars, and red blood immediately splashed out.

His body, which was not alive in the first place, shook twice at once, and the machete was no longer able to hold it, and he fell to the ground with his hands, his legs weakened, and he staggered to the ground in front of him.

The fatal blow to him was the swarthy burly boy who ran desperately in the crisis, and the bricks in his hand had become two, one of which fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing that the blow had succeeded, he was determined, took half a brick, took a big step forward, and quickly squatted down, ready to give the murderer in black a final blow, making him completely incapacitated.

I only heard the sound of a bell, and the machete of the black-clothed murderer suddenly bounced up from the ground, and at the moment when the burly boy squatted down and was about to shoot, it slashed past his neck.

"Hmm!" The burly boy suddenly felt a burst of hot fluid flowing around his neck, and couldn't help but cover it with his hands, and the hot red blood immediately fell to the ground dripping down his elbow, and in an instant, it had gathered into a pool of blood on the ground.

He suddenly felt dizzy, his whole body was weak, his squatting legs could no longer support his weight, and he snapped and lay on his back to the ground.

Just half a meter above his body, a yellow-haired young demon withdrew the ghost qi wrapped around the machete and snorted coldly: "Things that don't have long eyes, dare to do bad things, it's not a pity to die!" ”

It turned out that he used his own ghost energy to control the machete, so that the machete did not fall down instantly, and he also adjusted the angle and slashed it on the burly boy's neck.

"Hurry up and die, I'm still waiting to capture your ghost!" The demon stared at the burly boy's corpse with disdain, and muttered to himself coldly.

Before the burly boy's body came out, two ghosts suddenly emerged from the body of the black-clothed murderer.

One of the ghosts had the character Youzi written in front of him, he looked like he was in his thirties, apparently from a ghost town, and the other ghost looked exactly like the black-clothed murderer who fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, he was shot to death by this brick, and now his soul is out of his body, floating in the air, and is tightly grasped by the ghost of Youzi.

The yellow-haired young ghost who was talking to himself just now immediately praised: "Brother Wan, you are really good!" After forcibly possessing the upper body for such a while, he hacked to death seven dead old women, when Lao Tzu was still alive, he was often woken up by these old ladies dancing, and you can be regarded as giving me a breath! Thanks, Brother Wan! ”

Brother Chen, who possessed the body and hacked the old ladies to death, said with a sneer: "Actually, you don't need to thank me, if it weren't for the yang control liquid that the boss gave me, I wouldn't be able to get on the body of a living person, let alone control the body of a living person to kill people, besides, I lived on the edge of a damn broken square when I was alive, and I was not less devastated by these noises!" ”

The yellow hair was also curious: "Brother Wan, is it cool to use that yang control liquid, when will the boss also give me a little." ”

Brother Wan said with a slightly mocking tone: "It's not interesting, it's very embarrassing to use, just like the kind of inflatable doll when standing on the side of the street to do promotional activities, forcibly controlling the body of a living person is very tiring, fortunately, the person I am looking for has a problem with his nerves, his thinking is not very active, his mental strength is poor, and it is relatively easy to control!" Besides, the yang control liquid is not easy to get, and a sun-avoiding grass can't prepare much yang control liquid, I advise you to save your worries! ”

"Oh, thank you, Brother Wan!" The yellow-haired young man said thank you on the surface, but he didn't think so in his heart.

He snorted indignantly: "What kind of pretending to be with Lao Tzu, it's not that you can pat yourself on the back, get closer to the boss, isn't it just a little yang control liquid, what's the big deal, when Lao Tzu catches some ghosts and goes back, and makes meritorious contributions, the boss won't still value me!" ”

Then he looked at the tall boy lying in a pool of blood, and said angrily, "Why hasn't Nima's died yet!" I really want to give you a few more kicks to be happy! ”

He was cursing impatiently, when suddenly the ghost of a burly tall boy floated up a meter in the air, touching his head, and looking blankly at the other three ghosts who were also floating in the air.

Brother Wan also said at this time: "Today, with my efforts, the harvest is not bad, so I will go first!" ”

"What are your efforts, being taken down by someone with a brick, it's a shame!" Yellow hair thought to himself, and still replied: "Okay, Brother Wan will go first!" ”

After secretly despising it, he snorted at the burly tall boy, "You finally get out, go with Lao Tzu!" ”

The tall boy asked puzzled, "Who are you and where are you going?" ”

"Hey, who am I? You forgot the knife in the neck so quickly? Cool, don't ask about the rest, Lao Tzu will take you to a good place you've never been to! ”

The yellow-haired young man, who was shorter, said with an eerie grin, and immediately reached out and grabbed the arm of the tall burly boy.

Suddenly, with a "bang", the yellow hair suddenly felt that the right back side of his head was bombarded by something, and his ghost suddenly flew diagonally towards the sky, and his mind was suddenly chaotic, and he couldn't help but want to scream, but before the sound happened, he lost consciousness in an instant.

It can make the ghost of the yellow-haired twenty years of cultivation suddenly lose consciousness, of course, it is a punch after Hao Jun uses the acceleration energy, this punch is a full eleven times the speed, plus the distance is far away, the acceleration is large, and the strength can be imagined how heavy it should be.

Even though Hao Jun had cultivated the Worm's Secret Method, the skin of his soul body was much tougher, and he couldn't help but feel a faint pain in his fist.