I opened my eyes, opened the live broadcast room, and said to the camera: "Ladies and gentlemen, I was framed by someone who said that I killed a martial artist in the middle stage of transformation, and now this martial artist's master has sent his eldest disciple to seek revenge on me." ”

[Is there any mistake, what age is this, and it still talks about revenge? ] 】

[Yes, do these people think they are making martial arts movies? 】

[Don't be afraid, anchor, we all support you. 】

[I believe that the anchor kills ghosts, kills people? ] I don't believe it. 】

I continued: "This senior disciple is a cultivator in the early stage of Danjin, and it is said that he once killed a master in the middle stage of Danjin. ”

[What? The early days of Danjin? Anchor, you'd better run. 】

[Front, was the early Danjin great? 】

[Hehe, once a martial artist enters the Danjin period, he has entered a new realm, and he can even fight against firearms and bullets, and he is a real master who comes and goes without a trace! 】

[Terrible! Anchor, run, we won't say that you are cowardly, and you will not worry about running out of firewood. 】

I took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Audience friends, please help me testify." I'm going to fight tonight no matter what, maybe I'll die at his hands, and I only have one thing to say before that. ”

I paused and said, "Although I am not a gentleman who is upright, I am not a villain who will stab me in the back, people, I definitely didn't kill them!" ”

[Anchor, we all believe in you! 】

[The police didn't say that the anchor killed the person, so they roared to take revenge, what should I do if I killed the wrong person? 】

[Hehe, that's a Danjin martial artist, a Danjin martial artist wants to kill a person, and the above is all blind and blind. 】

[It's not fair! 】

[Fair? Hehe, there's never any fairness in this world! 】

I put my phone in my pocket, looked up slowly, and a figure stepped out of the darkness.

It was a seven-foot-tall man, probably in his thirties, wearing a black coat with a dark blue shirt and a scarf around his neck.

"Yuan Junyao?" He looked at me with a cold look in his eyes.

"Song Chengyu?" I responded with the same look.

[Hey, it's quite temperamental, it's still a long-legged Oba.] 】

[You women are starting to be again! Don't forget, he's here to kill our streamer, okay? 】

"You killed my junior brother?" He asked.

"It's not." I sighed and said, "You're not going to believe it, though." ”

"How do you explain that hair?"

"Anyone can get their hands on my hair." I said, "Especially when the seasons change in autumn and winter." ”

[Does the anchor also lose hair in autumn and winter? ] 55555, I'm losing so badly. 】

[Isn't it normal to lose hair in autumn and winter? 】

[Hey, don't you go off-topic, okay?] Seriously, it's a battle of life and death! 】

"Since it's not you, who is the murderer?" He asked in a deep voice.

I laughed and said, "I'm not a policeman, how can I know?" ”

Song Chengyu snorted coldly: "Sophistry! ”

I stood up, released the energy of the third-grade cultivator, formed a coercion, raised my chin slightly, and said, "I have been promoted to the third-rank, your junior brother came to me to make a war letter, and he will definitely lose, why don't I defeat him in a dignified manner and earn fame, but instead secretly poison him?" ”

Song Chengyu sneered: "Who knows what ulterior secrets you have? ”

[It's too unusual! It's hard to imagine that this is a modern man's words! 】

[The world of warriors has always been like this. 】

[This is true not only for warriors, but also in the Inhuman world. 】

[But ordinary people don't have to worry, most of you will never come into contact with strangers in your life.] 】

"There is no excuse for the sin you want to add." I slowly stood up, looked at him, and said, "Since you're going to fight, let's fight." ”

I pulled out my peachwood sword from behind my back.

[I can't bear to look at it, the other party is a Danjin martial artist, and the anchor can't win. 】

[But the anchor is also a three-rank cultivator, can't a three-rank monk beat a Danjin martial artist? ] 】

[Cultivators need spells to cast spells, and when you play spells, the warrior has already killed you. 】

[So, isn't a cultivator the most useless? 】

[Of course not, it is said that cultivators above the fourth rank have high mana and vast magical powers, and Dan Jin martial artists are no longer opponents. 】

[It's over, the anchor is really finished today.] 】

I clenched the peachwood sword, I fought against the Danjin martial artist alone, nine deaths, but I can't be timid, if I retreat today, how can I become a strong man in the future?

Cultivating the Tao is cultivating the heart.

If I want to become stronger, first of all, I must make my heart strong.

I lifted my sword and was about to start my hand when I heard the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway outside.

We both moved in unison, both looking in the direction of the door.

The footsteps, though light, were the weight of two people.

I swept it with my senses, and it was actually the owner of the hotel, and this middle-aged man actually carried a person on his shoulder.

A young woman, I have a bit of an impression that this woman also seems to be staying in a hotel.

He carried the woman past my room, to the utility room next door, and opened the door with the key.

The room was full of clutter, and the fat boss ripped open a large pile of clutter to reveal a long box that looked like a coffin.

He pressed the boiler button on the wall, a screeching sound came, and he opened the box with a lewd and perverted smile on his face.

Three sides of that box were filled with tapered nails!

The box was folded and could be pulled apart, and when he pulled hard, the box spread out flat, becoming a large piece that lay flat.

There were no nails in the middle of the board, and he placed the girl on it, and slapped her hard in the face, waking her up.

The girl had duct tape wrapped around her mouth, opened her eyes, looked at him in horror, whined, and struggled.

But the cacophony of the boiler completely drowned out her screams, and at this time, it was really a day and a place.

The fat boss admired her fear, and then rolled up the plank, his movements very slowly, just to see the girl's fear and despair before she died.

The fat boss laughed twice and said, "Don't worry, even if you are pierced by these nails, you will not die immediately, but your body will be infected and pus and rot, and soon it will attract flies, they will lay eggs in your body, your wounds will grow maggots, they will eat your flesh and blood, and you will die in excruciating pain." ”

The girl trembled and struggled desperately, but the more she struggled, the tighter the rope tied to her body.

I was furious.

No wonder the yin atmosphere in this hotel is so heavy, and the ghost aura is almost comparable to the morgue, it turns out that there is such a terrible evil hidden in it.

Ghosts are terrifying, but the most terrifying thing is the human heart.

I looked at Song Chengyu tangledly, would he agree to save people first?

Does he think I want to run away?

Unexpectedly, Song Chengyu looked angry: "What a beast!" ”

With that, he turned to open the door and strode out.

I was shocked, and the friends in the live broadcast room were also shocked.

[What's going on?] Did something just happen? 】

[Anchor, do you want to explain? ] 】

[Could it be that the two of them competed for internal strength just now, and the winner has already been divided? ] 】

I chased after him quickly, only to see Song Chengyu kick open the door next door, and the fat boss was startled, jumped up violently, and pulled out a knife from the side.

Song Chengyu turned into a phantom, rushed in front of him, kicked the knife in his hand, and then kicked him in the chest, kicking him upside down.

The fat boss slammed into the wall, and actually smashed a big hole in the wall, and the rubble rolled down, revealing the scene in the wall.

Corpse!

Densely packed, all the corpses of young girls wrapped in plastic bags!

Some of the corpses had been reduced to white bones, and some of them had just been dead for a short time, but their bodies were highly decomposed and looked terrifying.

【it!】 The anchor's luck is simply against the sky! If you find a hotel, you can meet a perverted murderer! 】

[Anchor, in fact, you were born under the killing star, right? ] 】

[I don't know if the anchor's luck is too good or too bad, I just want to worship. 】

[My mother asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast. 】

Song Chengyu's face was gloomy, his eyes were like sharp knives staring at the fat boss on the ground, he had already kicked off all his ribs, and the bones were pierced into his internal organs, and he was already dying.

"You're a beast!" He said angrily, "If you don't kill people like you, it's not enough to show the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and the retribution is unpleasant." ”

At this moment, I felt that the yin qi around me was getting thicker and thicker, as if all the negative emotions of those girls before they died, such as pain, despair, and resentment, had gathered together and hovered in this room.

I had a bad premonition.

Song Chengyu strode over and grabbed him by the neck.

I was shocked and shouted, "Stop! ”

Song Chengyu naturally wouldn't listen to me, and he used his hand hard to break his neck.

I rushed over to stop it, but it was too late, and the fat boss's body was thrown to the ground by him, and the weird thing was that the corpse actually had a weird smile on its face.

I rushed up to him and said angrily, "Do you know what you did? You're in trouble! ”

Song Chengyu glanced at me with disdain: "This man is not as good as a brute, you actually speak for him?" Are you his accomplice? ”

[Strange, today's anchor is a little weird, and she is usually jealous and hateful. 】

[Yes, when I killed those demons and monsters before, I never saw her soft-hearted. 】

[Is it because this fat man is a human being, not a demon or a monster? 】

[He is even more hateful than demons and monsters!] 】

I was angry and anxious, and said, "You can kill him, but you can't kill him here!" ”

With that, I quickly dug out a piece of special cinnabar and drew a charm on his forehead, but as soon as the charm was drawn, it actually smeared itself and became a red ball.

I gasped and saw countless yin qi rushing into his mouth and nose, and hurriedly sealed his nostrils and mouth with cinnabar.