Yang came to the vicinity of the small sand island that the man said, saying that it was a sand island, but in fact it was just a narrow piece of Changshazhou Peninsula protruding into the ocean, and at the end of the island was a towering rock, and the part of the peninsula connected to the land would be flooded by the sea at high tide, so it was called Xiaosha Island.

Yang glanced around, but because it was night, the view was not good, so Yang could not find any trace of Silverman right away.

Behind the rocks?

Yang thought so, and walked around behind the rocks without hurrying.

And the scene that appeared in front of him made people like Yang, who were used to seeing corpses and blood, be taken aback.

There were several corpses lying here and there on the ground, and judging by their attire, they should be the gang members who had come to negotiate with Silverman. It was evident that there had been a fierce shootout, with bullet casings and blood stains all over the corpses, with one exception.

A middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a little head on the door of his head, leaning against a rock, his body was bare, there was no blood, and there were no other wounds, just lying in the middle of a pile of corpses. As he breathed heavily, bursts of snoring reached Yang's ears.

This guy actually fell asleep in a pile of corpses!

Yang carefully checked the information of the police station, and judging from his appearance, he was almost certain that this person should be Silverman Phillip.

Since the target is asleep, it is also a good thing for Yang, at least it saves him a lot of trouble. As he approached Silverman, he smelled of alcohol.

Could it be that he got drunk and went crazy and killed all the people he was negotiating with?

Yang covered his nose and secretly guessed, but he didn't know that several of the dead bodies on the ground were Seaverman's men. Did this guy go crazy and kill his own people, or did not one of these people be Silverman's men, and he alone killed all the people who came to negotiate with him.

Yang is a bit of a clean person, and Silverman's slick appearance and the smell of alcohol all make Yang reluctant to get close to him.

Just as Yang was thinking about how to get this middle-aged man with no clothes back, perhaps his footsteps were too loud, Silverman muttered a few words and slowly opened his eyes.

Yang immediately prepared the sword, anyway, the corpse in this place shows that this Silverman Philip is not an idle person, and the information of the police station also shows that Silverman is an extremely dangerous person, after seeing Ernest's combat effectiveness, Yang no longer underestimates those ordinary people who are not magicians.

"Ahh

Perhaps it was the aftermath of drunkenness, his steps were a little shaky, and after a while, he saw Yang standing not far away.

"Yo, little brother. He didn't care about the sword in Yang's hand, and walked straight towards Yang, "I don't seem to have seen you in this area, what's the matter, are the two toys you are holding in your hands pointing at me?"

As if he didn't realize that he didn't have any clothes on him, he staggered towards Yang, the wind at night was very cool, and the wind on the beach had a biting smell from the sea, even in summer, it would make people shiver. However, Silverman let the night wind blow on him, and he didn't feel it at all, his figure was said to be strong, but it didn't look so strong, and the muscles in his arms were indeed not small, but compared to the real strong man, he had a lot more fat on his body, and even among the corpses lying on the ground, there were several people who were much stronger than Silverman.

Yang couldn't stand such an undressed, extremely sloppy middle-aged man approaching him, and it was the shaking thing. He raised his sword, pointed it at Silverman, and shouted, "Stand there, don't come any closer!"

Silverman walked over as if he hadn't heard at all.

"Bastard!" Jan was really angry, he hated Swain for being superior, but that didn't mean he liked the lowly people, on the contrary, he hated the lowly guys very much.

The sword stabbed at Silverman without hesitation, with Yang's skill, this time it was not so easy to dodge, his moves were already fast and ruthless, and ordinary people would not even have time to react in front of his sword.

But Silverman dodged, turning slightly sideways, and Young's blade brushed his chest hair.

"Oh, it's too close. Silverman not only dodged Yang's sword, but also grabbed Yang's sword-holding arm with his hand, looking at ease, not at all like a person who had just woken up.

Yang didn't expect Silverman's skills to be so agile at all, and the hand holding his arm was very strong, Yang's arm couldn't move at all, after all, Yang's path is known for agility, in terms of strength, this strong guy in front of him can definitely beat him.

Suppressed by the other party with one arm, Yang immediately swung out another sword to relieve himself, he knew that once he was controlled by the other party, then he would not even have a chance to make a move.

Facing Young's sword swinging from the side, Silverman chose to step back, letting go of the hand that was gripping Young's arm, rolling backwards, and picking up a shotgun from a corpse.

Young will not give the opponent the time and opportunity to shoot, and when Silverman dodges, he immediately stepped forward to attack, trying to gain the initiative and suppress the opponent.

However, Silverman was not a novice without experience, and after he picked up the shotgun, he did not get up immediately, but crouched, waiting for Yang's sword to stab, and once again sideways to dodge, while sticking out the barrel of the gun, using the length of the shotgun, against Yang's chest.

Being held to his chest with the muzzle of a gun, Yang's heart couldn't help but tighten, he was not a monster like Swain or Manfred, if the bullet really hit his heart, then even if he had the best skills and the highest level of magic, he would be killed immediately.

He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Silverman's movements were also fast, and his free hand grabbed Yang's neck, and before Yang's sword could be withdrawn, Silverman had firmly choked Young's neck.

Unlike Count Hecate and Manfred, Young's magic is mostly used to support his swordsmanship, and it takes some time to perform. In such a situation, there was naturally not enough time to release a strong enough offensive magic for him, and Yang also regretted a little why he didn't throw two fireballs at the beginning and directly knocked Silverman down.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Silverman grabbed Young's neck with his left hand and bent his right back to control the length of the shotgun. He gently rubbed Yang's chin with the thumb of his left hand, being touched like this by a middle-aged man who was undressed and sloppy, even though the other party was controlling his life and death, Yang couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Ahh ”

Yang shivered, and a chill hit his back. This Silverman looks very abnormal, able to sleep naked in the middle of a group of men's corpses, this guy, can't be ......

Thinking of this, Yang knew that he had to do something, he silently held the spell, and his stiff palm quietly stretched out his index finger, pointed at Silverman, and silently released a sleeping spell to the other party.

"Take a closer look, the skin is also very white and tender, yes, it should taste more than those cowboys......"

Silverman licked his lips, his half-bowed head reaching out to Yang, and the strong smell of alcohol and the stench of not bathing for a long time all rushed into Yang's nose.

One second, two seconds...... Yang Qiang endured the strong smell of Silverman's body, waiting for the lethargy to take effect.

"What, baby, won't you say something?"

The Sleepy Technique didn't take effect!Yang couldn't help but scream in his heart, the magic just now should have been successfully released, but it seemed that on this guy, there was no effect at all.

"Don't speak?" Looking at Yang Tieqing's face, Seaverman's face suddenly became hideous, "Speak, call me, I want to hear your scream!"

The muzzle of the shotgun avoided Yang's heart and came a shot to the shoulder. Under the huge pain, Yang couldn't help but cry out.

"Yes!, that's the voice, that's what I want to hear!"

Silverman struck Yang on the arm with the elbow of his right hand, and in pain, Yang let go of his hand, and the sword in his hand fell. Immediately afterward, Silverman crossed the barrel of the shotgun against Yang's neck and pressed down hard, knocking Yang down on the beach. This middle-aged man's weight was more than eighty kilograms, and he was pressed under him, and Yang couldn't move at all.

"A few more screams, a little more poignant, hurry up, let me hear!"

Silverman is definitely a madman, his methods of torturing people are even more terrible than the methods of interrogating prisoners in Lesson 13, being pressed by such a middle-aged man who is naked and smells of his body, Yang can no longer bear it.

"You give it to me...... Fuck off!"

With a shout of rage from Yang, a black greatsword appeared from his palm, and before Silverman could react, he was pierced through the belly by the sword.

Due to the instinct of the body to survive, seeing his body pierced by the sword, Silverman subconsciously jumped backwards. To his surprise, although the sword seemed to pierce his body, when he fled backwards, there was no damage on his body at all, as if the sword had never touched him at all.

"What's going on?" Silverman looked at the black big sword in Yang's hand in a daze, touching his belly, and his brain, which had not completely washed the alcohol, couldn't react to what was in front of him for a while. A large sword suddenly appeared from the young man's hand, where did he get the sword almost as long as the others, and he had a hole in his body to hold that thing?

Before the confused Silverman could think through the problem, something even weirder happened.

A group of floating in the air, translucent gray figures appeared in front of his eyes, these things rushed towards him with screams, Silverman subconsciously raised his gun to shoot, but it was useless, just like the sword, these things seemed to be disembodied, and the bullet passed directly through these figures. However, these figures did not pose a threat to Silverman because of their ethereal form, they screamed and wrapped themselves around Silverman's neck, and it was not until these things were in front of Silverman's eyes that he realized that they were not human figures at all, but half-length skeletons.

"No- don't lean in, get out of here, get out of here!"

Although Silverman tried his best to shake off these things, he was not a magician after all, and he knew nothing about magic, so he naturally would not have thought that such shouting would expose his fear and provide the best food for these ghosts.

Young coughed and stood up, coldly watching as Silverman was wrapped in layers of the Unholy Sword's wraith, and finally wrapped up like a cocoon. Now Yang feels that being devoured by the spirit is a little too cheap for this guy, and the humiliation that Seaverman gave him, he wants to take revenge with ten thousand pieces.

"When Manfred runs out of you," said Young, taking the cocoon trapped in Silverman into the Unholy Sword, glaring at the Unholy Sword viciously, "I want you to know what cruelty is!"

Naturally, this curse will not take effect, and the materials used by Manfred, how can there be scum left?

Under the sea breeze at night, Yang slowly departed, leaving behind the hapless ghost who had been killed by Seaverman in this place, waiting for the arrival of the scavengers.