After returning from the restroom.

Shen Xing was lying on the bed, he was sleepy, and after tossing all night, he didn't get anything, and he soon fell asleep.

Joanne couldn't sleep for a long time.

This was the first time she had encountered the inhabitants of the Hell's dungeon since she entered it, and she slaughtered them with her own hands.

She rolled over and sat up again, drew the sword and put it close to it, and looked at it in the faint light.

The sword now looks so calm that it can be understood as a dead thing.

But when it comes to the Hell's Dungeon, it's not like that, it's simply a magic sword, a bloodthirsty magic sword.

Joanne felt that it had its own emotions, it would be angry and it would be sad.

Joanne was confused, because this was completely beyond her comprehension, this sword should be a weapon-type magic weapon, and magic weapons have no will, unless it is a seal.

But the seal is a terrible thing, and the reason why there is a seal is because people can't completely destroy the monster, so they can only use the forbidden method to temporarily seal it, slowly domesticate its evil will, eliminate its hostility to humans, and try to make it available to us humans.

It can be said that the will of the seal is eternal, and its emotions can be felt at any time, excitement, anger, sadness, joy, fatigue, lethargy, snoring......

Uncle Arnold would never have put the seal in his own hands.

Strangely, after coming out of the Hellscape, it turned back into an ordinary sword.

After putting away the sword, Joanne seriously recalled the process of killing those demons and zombies just now.

Although they are residents of the Spirit Hell Dungeon and cultivators, their martial arts are not good.

In short, those demon spirits and zombies just now didn't understand real martial arts, and could only do some simple boxing or fighting techniques, but they all had more or less sparse "spiritual power", but these spiritual powers obviously didn't play their due role when dealing with themselves.

In other words, the spiritual power of these bad guys was suppressed by some mysterious force and was directly ignored.

So these bad guys have become ordinary people who can only do a few simple boxing or fighting techniques, and they are certainly not the opponents of Joanne, who is proficient in ancient oriental martial arts and is very good at light martial arts.

In their eyes, Joanne is the female version of Bruce Lee who can fly on the wall, the Supper Girl Superwoman, and the terrifying Flying Female Sword Fairy.

And Joanne has a magic sword in her hand, a terrifying murderous "magic weapon" that will get excited by herself if you use a little mental power, and a sword can split people in two, and the fracture cannot be healed, and you will immediately lose too much blood and die.

Therefore, it is not that I am very powerful, but that the sword has a lot of credit, and that training space is also helping me, and he specially created an environment for me to cultivate with peace of mind, so that I can play to my heart's content, even without scruples.

After thinking about this, Joanne was relieved.

She lay down and got ready for a good night's sleep, and there was class tomorrow morning.

Suddenly, she noticed movement outside the window.

She cautiously walked to the window, looked through the gap in the window, and saw four men in black sneaking in the distance.

They seemed to be struggling to move, sometimes crawling forward, sometimes standing up and twisting crookedly, waving their hands and slamming the air as if they were pushing and shoving with someone they couldn't see.

In short, they seem to be going in a certain direction, and then suddenly turn around and try to move in the opposite direction.

Joanne was nervous and wondered, wondering what was going on with the four men in black.

Are they rehearsing boring pantomimes? In the middle of the night, when no one is around, St. Anthony's Square is empty and rehearsing stage pantomimes?

Joanne looked at it for a moment.

I think they're too boring, their behavior is simply unreasonable, maybe it's performance art, but I can't appreciate it anyway.

It is worth mentioning that in that old colonial era, stage pantomime was a very popular burlesque art form among the audience, and it was also the prototype of the script for the "idiot movie" of the hell dungeon.

All the movies that are secretly made for those zombies in the dungeon of the soul are all called "idiot movies", and we will go back to the details, first of all, the story of the small bar.

Joanne went back to bed.

She was also sleepy and soon fell asleep.

......

Outside the window.

The four men in black were in a painful struggle at the moment.

They had quietly come to the small bar an hour earlier and waited in ambush.

There is a small leader in it, that is, the captain.

He listened to the reports of his men in the afternoon and was very angry.

One of the partners who followed Shen Xing got lost, and the other had his head smashed by a flower pot, and he had more than a dozen stitches in the hospital and tetanus.

The one who got lost, in the end, it was a kind aunt who led him out of the alley, otherwise he didn't know if he could go home.

The other pair was originally going to follow another suspect, X, but found Shen Xing on the way, one of them suddenly disappeared, and the other was directly frightened and ran back to say that he had seen the devil with his own eyes, and his companion was eaten by the devil.

Isn't this a fool's errand? Suspect X can also bring bad luck to the people around him, but this is not the case. He first has to appear in the evil or enter the demon himself, and the evil will move from him to the next target.

He didn't have anything to do at all, how could anyone else have something to do first?

The little leader was very annoyed, and ordered the three men to bring them all, and he also brought two special bombs himself, somewhat similar to the kind of grenades, but far more powerful than hand grenades, several times more powerful than high explosives, enough to blow up the entire building.

He doesn't believe in evil, he really can't do it, Lao Tzu specially blew up that little bar!

In short, this little leader is very irritable, and it is really the kind of stupid leader that the guy secretly complained about in the morning, and he belongs to the kind of little leader who is so happy and brainless.

He calculated the time, and when Shen Xing was about to close the door, he sneaked to a place twenty meters away in front of the small bar with three of his subordinates, ready to wait for the moment when Shen Xing was about to close the door, he immediately rushed up, pulled out his pistol, threatened Shen Xing to keep his mouth shut, and then occupied the small bar.

In this way, there is no need to think about whether to track suspect X, just let these three stupid men eat and live in the bar, wait for the moment when suspect X is evil, and quickly make a record, and withdraw immediately after making a record, a beautiful task will be completed?

Before that.

They lurked under small trees, among flowers, behind garbage cans, quietly waiting for that moment to come.

Suddenly, the little leader gave an order, "Quick!"

The three men immediately drew their guns and sprinted towards the door of the small bar!

They almost shouted and rushed and rushed and killed me, killed and killed......

It's a pity that Shen Xing had already closed the door at that time.

The problem was that they were in such a hurry that they felt that they were only one step away from hitting the gate.

But the damn little bar proprietor didn't even look at them, and "pretended" to be nothing, turned a blind eye, and closed the door.

This is some kind of mysterious power that directly makes Shen Xing unable to see them, saving Shen Xing from being annoyed. The mysterious power directly filtered them out of Shen Xing's sight, so Shen Xing didn't see them.

After a "clang" sounded.

They felt themselves hit the door and blinked......

"No, why are you still here?"

"How come it's more than ten meters away from that door?"

The little leader behind him was so angry that he almost threw bricks over.

"What the hell, you're running in the wrong direction, it's the one on the left, that bar is right!"

"Ahh ”

They were dizzy.

The leader is desperately urging behind, of course they have to hurry up and work hard, gritting their teeth again and sprinting towards the small bar!

Nima, when she found out that she had hit something again, hurt her skull to death.

Hurriedly looked up......

"Brother, why did you hit me on the head?"

"You hit me. ”

"Who hit me in the ass just now?"

"My special wound hasn't healed yet, and I'm still tied with gauze......"

"We're all running in one direction, how can we collide head-on?"

"Is it haunted?"

"Definitely. ”

They trembled with fear.

The little leaders in the back were about to explode, and they threw a brick directly.

"Why did you three stupid people suddenly stop and don't run? Run, rush in for Lao Tzu, rush in hard!"

All three of them shook their heads, signaling that there was a situation here, I am afraid...... You'll have to do it yourself.

The little leader rushed over angrily, ready to slap each of them.

Suddenly......