With that sentence that seemed to spread out of the Nine Hells, a terrifying scream erupted from Su Mo's body again.

A large amount of black mist appeared, turning into distorted faces and figures, and then vanished.

Concentric locks began to break constantly!

The eight old men who were sitting cross-legged spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and five of them fell to the ground with their bodies tilted directly, but they were completely dead.

There were only three people left, barely breathing.

The old man at the head opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw that there was only one concentric lock chain left, and the only one was slowly pulling out of Su Mo's chest, and the other end was still connected to the ground, as if it was still drawing strength from the earth.

"Failed—"

Despair rose in the old man's heart, but this emotion was replaced by joy in the next moment, "No, no, this chain is pulling out that guy's soul!" ”

Above the end of the chain that was pulled out, there was an illusory figure entangled, which looked exactly like Su Mo!

With the appearance of that illusory soul, Su Mo, who had originally stood up again with the disappearance of the chains, also became crumbling.

"Yes!"

The old man said secretly in his heart.

It seemed that his words had an effect, and the only remaining chains jerked out, cutting a perfect arc through the air.

"Whew-"

There was a long wheezing sound, like the sound of relief after running 10,000 meters, or after the test results.

The old man's eyes widened, and he looked at the scene in front of him, his heart beating at a frantic speed, representing his shocked emotions.

The chain did pull something out of Su Mo's body, but that thing was not Su Mo's soul as the old man thought.

To be precise, when the chain was completely separated from the body, the thing that it pierced and entangled changed in an instant, and the thing was split into two, and one of them turned into a streamer and returned to Su Mo's body.

On the other hand, a tattered, palm-sized piece of paper shook in the chain-clad encirclement.

One of Su Mo's hands was tightly gripping the thin chain, and the three sides formed a strange balance.

"My opponent has never been you, now do you understand?" Su Mo turned his head and looked at the old man lying on the ground.

"Huh...... Were you there for this purpose from start to finish? The old man seemed to understand something, and smiled miserably, "We are just a part of your plan, a chess piece, right?" ”

Su Mo ignored the old man's words, clenched his fists suddenly, and pulled back hard, and the severed chain and the piece of paper were held in his hands.

After doing this, the terrifying aura emanating from Su Mo's body suddenly disappeared, and he fell directly to the ground, as if he had become an ordinary person.

"Don't exaggerate so much, what part of the plan, how can I have the time and energy to do what plan. In case it's not you who makes a mistake, it's just a little bit of guidance for you. Su Mo simply sat on the ground, gasping slightly, as if waiting for the recovery of his strength.

"Master Su Mo is really humble, even for the chess pieces." The old man said

Su Mo smiled: "What kind of chess piece, you must have watched too many movies." The so-called interlocking plans and conspiracies, the more sophisticated they are, the easier it is to make mistakes, and the more people involved, the more difficult it is to control. None of us are robots, who can predict a person's next move with complete accuracy? If there really is, it is nothing more than a conspiracy, using the general trend to suppress people and forcing the other party to make the choice they want. ”

"Taught."

"Then give me some money." Su Mo immediately interfaced.

A few people were still fighting for life and death just now, but now they are sitting on the ground chatting casually like old friends, and it looks very strange. In fact, this is both of them recovering their strength.

Now the two of them can barely raise their arms.

Five minutes passed in the casual chat between the two of them. Suddenly, there were two winds that broke through the air and whistled behind Su Mo.

Su Mo's body didn't move, and he was directly hit by two black streamers behind him, and leaned forward slightly.

A sound of footsteps came from behind Su Mo, but it was an old man who was in a coma just now who was approaching Su Mo, and he was still holding two small black flying knives in his hands, and it was this kind of flying knife that hit Su Mo just now.

"I'm old, my strength is much worse, and I used to be able to penetrate the stone directly."

The old man looked at the flying knife that stabbed into Su Mo's back, seemingly laughing at himself, but in fact he was very proud, and at the critical moment, he still needed to rely on him to achieve important results.

Everyone can see that although Su Mo has gotten rid of the concentric lock, his current state is very bad, and even ...... Some people wonder if he has temporarily lost the rumored terrifying immortal body because of the relationship between the concentric locks.

After all, Concentric Lock had even pulled out his soul just now, and if it hadn't been for the last-minute failure, they would have been able to go home and drink tea at this moment.

And now, they may be able to go home for tea in a while, but they can die happily in their last ten years of peace.

The old man with the flying knife in his hand approached Su Mo a little, but he didn't dare to get too close, worried about the other party's counterattack. At a distance of twenty meters or so, his throwing knife strength and accuracy were enough to pierce the guy's head, once, twice, three times.

"Goodbye, weird--"

As if the judgment before the execution, the old man held the throwing knife and raised his hand, and spoke. However, the last word was muffled by a crisp sound of gunshots.

The man's eyes widened, and a large bloody hole appeared in his head, nearly knocking his head off completely. The figure of the old man leaned back with the terrifying impact of the bullet and lay on the ground, adding a touch of blood to the already red ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A few crisp gunshots rang out, and the few who didn't die were killed.

"Whew-"

Su Mo let out a sigh, took off his coat, took off the bulletproof vest inside and threw it on the ground. The knife that had been pierced into the vest fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Standing up with a pistol, Su Mo glanced at the corpse behind him and shook his head slightly: "Flying knives? It's 2053, and I still use such an old thing. Won't you use something modern? Alas, young people nowadays are no longer able to accept new things. ”

Listening to Su Mo's words, the leader, who was also the most powerful old man, had an extremely ridiculous feeling in his heart.

They did fail miserably, but the reason for the fiasco was that they didn't know how to use some modern tools better than an old antique.

Su Mo walked to the old man's side, squatted down, put the muzzle of the gun on his chin and said, "Let all of your people withdraw, you don't want them to be buried together." ”

"Okay."

The old man raised his hand quite cooperatively, and the wide sleeves of his coat fell, revealing the communicator on his arm.

"Isn't there a modern tool?" Su Mo opened his mouth and said.

The old man didn't speak, and directly operated the communicator. In modern terms, it is not that they do not use weapons, but that they have no effect on the person in front of them at all -- no matter how powerful the weapon is, it can only kill the opponent once. But the other party, like the vampire of Arcat, has countless lives.

The earth-shattering battle with Acatel, although the momentum was amazing and quite exaggerated, was actually of no gold content, it was just a process in which the lives of both sides consumed each other.

In the end, after living for an unknown amount of time, Su Mo, who was even more mysterious than Acatel, lost the other party and won the battle, and gave Acate a fatal blow with their hands tonight.

And the number of people - the more people, the more food is delivered to each other.

It's just that Su Mo now looks different from before.

Although what is wrong with it, the old man can't see it, but judging from the situation he is wearing body armor, has he really lost his immortal body?

Regardless of what he thought in his heart, the old man directly closed his eyes and signaled that a battle had been raised, and he had given up: "Shoot." ”

"Who said I was going to shoot." Unexpectedly, Su Mo put the gun away.

"You're not going to kill me?" The old man was stunned for a moment.

"Who said I wouldn't kill you." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and when he looked down, the old man saw that a dagger had pierced his chest.

With a slight shake of his right hand, a stroke, a turn, a large hole was cut in the old man's chest, revealing the beating heart inside.

The tattered piece of paper that Su Mo had put away just now was held by him with two fingers and pierced directly into the old man's heart, and the blood stained the piece of paper red.

Retracting his hand, Su Mo opened his mouth and made a devouring motion, and the old man's body in front of him suddenly turned into dust, leaving a circle of gray-white traces on the ground and a dress that exuded the breath of death.

Closing his eyes, as if feeling something, Su Mo stood up, stretched out his right hand, spread his palm upward, and the broken piece of paper that had disappeared just now was suspended in his hand again.

"Now, I'm the master."

Looking at the pieces of paper suspended in his palm, Su Mo whispered in a low voice, turned around and walked outside directly, and the sound of footsteps came from all directions.

Hearing these footsteps, Su Mo was not surprised, the people who came to besiege him at night were not normal, and they could even give up their own lives, so they naturally didn't care about the lives of other people.

It's just that because of their own particularity, the number of people has no meaning, they just come to deliver food, and the talents outside have not appeared. And now...... Anyway, it's time for the last fight, and whatever means are thrown directly whether they have any effect or not.

"It's a pity that these people could have killed me a minute earlier—maybe they could." Su Mo listened to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and a few gunshots shattered the surrounding lights, and his body melted into the darkness.