The long-necked monster was full of gloom, and the crying sound was a bit similar to a ghost crying, and it sounded annoying. And what I'm most worried about is that they will go to the emergency room to disturb the living, and then they will get out of control and be in trouble.

Immediately shouted: "Don't run!" "Carrying a thousand people and chasing them directly.

Because of their long necks, the two guys looked a little top-heavy, and they staggered and trembled when they walked. Just these two fools, I chased after them in three steps and two steps, and a thousand people cut them down directly.

I didn't understand what these two things were, so I didn't dare to kill them, thinking about subduing them first and then figuring out whether they were humans or ghosts. As a result, a thousand people were lifted high, and before they fell, I heard someone snort coldly.

The voice was full of contempt, disdain, and the superiority of a higher creature over a lower creature like the sound that a high nobleman would make with his nose when he saw a ragged pauper.

Strange to say, as soon as the two long-necked monsters who fled in embarrassment heard this cold snort, they immediately stopped their whining ghost crying, and knelt on the ground with a poof, behaving like two kittens.

When they knelt down, I didn't dare to cut down, and when I looked up, I found a middle-aged man with a pale face, staring at me coldly.

The middle-aged man was drenched, as if he had just been fished out of the water. He was wearing a crumpled camouflage uniform, but his body was tall and majestic, and he was looking at me coldly.

I'm a little puzzled, in this cold weather, he is not afraid of catching a cold when he is drenched all over?

As soon as this thought flashed, I heard the middle-aged man say in a very strange tone: "Chinese again?" ”

Although the tone was strange, like a foreigner curling his tongue and learning Chinese, the tone was full of resentment and hatred, and I didn't dare to answer at the moment, but took a step back.

The gray eyes of the middle-aged man stared at me, but with a whistle in his mouth, the two long-necked monsters hurriedly got up from the ground, and with a scurry, they had already grabbed the outer wall of the hospital and quickly climbed to the top.

I said warily, "What are you?" ”

The reason why I asked him what it was, not what it was. It's because I've seen that this person doesn't breathe, doesn't have a heartbeat, and more importantly, there is no yin and yang circulation in his body.

You must know that the reason why a living person is a living person is because when you breathe in, your heart shrinks and contracts, which alludes to the flow of yin and yang. If a living person has no breath and no heartbeat, it is like a pool of stagnant water, which cannot flow at all.

He's dead, and he definitely didn't have to run.

Brevsky said that in Russia, although ostensibly it was the spirit hunters who were in charge of all yin and yang. However, the Volga and the surrounding area were repeatedly deflated. Because of the difficult Volga king, the dead here are not in the hands of the hunters, but in the hands of the Volga kings.

So I'm almost certain that this guy is definitely a dead man from the Volga.

Because of the arrogance and arrogance of the four evil ghosts in the Brisbane Hotel, I didn't have a good impression of the Volga King at all. Since it's a dead man, of course I don't have to be polite to it.

The middle-aged man sneered, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the thousand people in my hand. He moved very fast this time, and if I had changed to the previous one, I probably wouldn't be able to resist it, but after going through so many things, I am not a vegetarian now.

At the moment, I'm still quite unconvinced, the scabbard of a thousand people is lightning wood, you a dead person not only does not hide a little, but dares to reach out to grab a thousand people? Are we all exorcists like the Soul Hunters?

I drew my sword, swung it again, and the action was extremely fast. But the middle-aged man was not afraid, facing the direction where thousands of people were chopping, and stretched out his hand to grab it.

I said in my heart that this is your own death! Although the scabbard of the thousand people is not sharp at all on the surface, the main material is made of lightning strike wood, which is dedicated to overcoming evil, and the thunder light on it alone is enough for you to drink a pot.

was there proudly, waiting for the middle-aged man to be slashed by my sword, but I didn't want to sink in my hand, and the scabbard of thousands of people was caught in the other party's hand.

The thunder on the surface of the scabbard flickered, just as the wires were leaking, and the middle-aged man stood in the thunder like a god descending to earth, majestic.

I gasped, good fellow! I've met a real master! You must know that the dead are all yin and evil, and what they are most afraid of is purple cinnabar, lightning strike wood, which is the most masculine and rigid thing.

But this dead man was able to grasp the lightning strike wood alive and was not harmed by the lightning at all. Is this still fucking dead? I guess even a Taoist ghost can't compare to him, right?

The middle-aged man grabbed a thousand people with one hand, but said coldly at the corner of his mouth: "I hate Chinese!" You all deserve to die! He used a slight force in his hand, and he wanted to take away a thousand people.

I sensed that the force on the other side was irresistible, and I immediately knew that it was no match for him. But I'm not afraid, because even if he is powerful, there is only one person, and there are still Master Kaye and two Great Snow Mountain Masters in the hospital, as well as Brevsky and the rest of the Spirit Hunters.

One person can't beat you, a group of us will kill you!

I let out a long roar, my wrist trembled, and a red blade was instantly pulled out of its scabbard. It happened that the middle-aged man grabbed the scabbard and snatched it, and the scabbard was taken away, but the real blade of the thousand people was also pulled out by me.

The Thousand People Slash is the treasure of the Great Rift Valley in East Africa, and it is a powerful thing cultivated with thousands of human lives. Usually, the blood wood is hidden under the lightning strike wood, recuperating and recuperating, and the edge is not exposed.

But it's really urgent, and pulling the sword out of the sheath is really not something that ordinary people can resist.

The middle-aged man wanted to snatch a thousand people and slash them, but he didn't think about it, but he only got a scabbard made of lightning strike wood. He wasn't angry, he took the scabbard upside down and pointed it at my throat like a stick.

If it's solid this time, I guess there will be an extra hole in my neck.

In the face of this kind of master, I didn't dare to slack off at all, and the thousand people slashed out three knives in a row, and each time the knife was chopped out, it would leave a black gas in the air. That black qi was actually the soul that died under the knife of a thousand people, and it was released from the blood wood by me at a critical time, which could be blocked in front of me and the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's wrist shook rapidly, and the scabbard made of lightning strike wood was clicked three times, and the souls of the three dead souls under the knife were scattered by the thunder light. But at this time, I had already taken several steps back in a row, and with a quick twitch of my hand, the beating stick was also from my bag to my hand.

I cut thousands of people in my right hand, hit the magic stick in my left hand, and my head was full of cold sweat, although I only fought two or three times just now, but this guy's strength has far exceeded my expectations, grandma's, where is this sacred? I didn't provoke you, why do you have to press me?

In the emergency room of the hospital, there was a hurry, and Master Kasa had already hurried to the city with two monks from the Great Snow Mountain, followed by Brevsky swearing and scolding, and flashing flashlights.

As a result, when the beam of the flashlight fell on the middle-aged man, the swear words in Brevsky's mouth immediately stopped abruptly.

Then I saw that his face turned pale in an instant, and his legs were fighting, and he almost knelt on the ground with the two long-necked monsters.

Brevsky screamed: "You...... You are the king of the Volga! ”

As soon as I said this, my heart instantly chuckled,? He is the king of the Volga?

No, isn't the Volga King hidden in the Volga River all year round and never appears? Why did you come to a private hospital in Moscow at this time? And the whole body is wet like a water dog, how can he look like a king?

Brevsky can't be the wrong person, right?

I said, "Uncle, did you recognize the wrong person?" It would be hilarious if you Russian spirit hunters had been bullied by such a reservoir dog for decades, right? Don't be scared by him, let's join forces to arrest him and torture him, I can't believe I can't ask who he is! ”

Brevsky's expression almost stopped crying, and he screamed: "Volga King, you are too much!" The living do not go into the water, the dead do not go ashore, this is a rule that was established decades ago, and over the years, your dead have done evil in Moscow more than once! ”