Guan Gong guards the door!

Although I don't know how the other party did it, what I didn't expect was that Wang Yiran was so rigid that he found out that Guan Gong was guarding the door, and he still rushed in.

"Break it for me!"

What I didn't expect was that under this collision, the Guan Gong who was guarding the door actually dispersed.

"Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law, edict!"

The moment Guan Gong dispersed, an eager voice sounded.

With this voice, the room was full of yin qi, and the red blood centered on the ceiling, quickly spreading to all sides.

"Break it for me again!"

Wang Yiran ripped off his shirt with one hand, revealing his naked upper body, and crashed into the opposite side, a figure sitting in front of the altar.

"Grass!"

I couldn't help it, and broke out again.

Wang Yiran is too fierce, but what surprised me the most was the tattoo on his body.

Wang Yiran looked at Wenwen weakly, white and clean, but the tattoo on his body was not quiet at all, it was an angry King Kong tattoo.

With his hard drink, the tattoos on his body seemed to come to life, and they stepped out of his body, one step ahead of him, and crashed into the person sitting in front of the altar.

"Edict!"

Seeing the angry King Kong that collided with him, the man shouted again, and the more than ten skulls in front of him let out a wail, and phantoms levitated out of it, protecting him in front of him.

The next moment, King Kong crashed into the phantom, and the golden-red collided with the black-purple.

Burst!

Those phantoms didn't hold on for even a second, and just like Guan Gong before, they dissipated.

As the phantom dissipated, the dozen or so skulls clicked at the same time—splitting in half.

Wang Yiran castrated unabated, and hit the man headbutt.

With a thud, the man flipped upside down and knocked over the altar, making a ping-pong sound.

"Poof!"

A moment later, both of them got up at the same time, and the man spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Yiran's state was not very good, his eyes were blood-red, but after just taking a breath, he pounced again.

"Ahh

The man wailed, was crushed under him, and shouted, "Do you know who is behind me? You poked the big basket, you know? ”

"Know your mother!"

Wang Yiran punched down, and with a crisp sound, the man's nose collapsed.

"My master won't let you go!"

The man wailed again, and shouted indistinctly.

"Fuck you!"

Wang Yiran didn't mean to stop at all, and punched again.

Chu Siyu and I glanced at each other, and no one meant to interfere.

The development of events was completely unexpected by both of us.

I originally thought that this time it was nine deaths, first the candy was hit, and then the slash was made.

When the knife slashed down the tip of my nose, I really felt the taste of death.

What I didn't expect was that Wang Yiran's first collision smashed Guan Gong, and the second collision directly knocked the person over.

Chu Siyu and I watched the whole play, and we didn't even have time to make a move.

In less than ten seconds, the yin qi dispersed, the blood qi disappeared, the skull was shattered, and the person was also pressed to the ground by Wang Yiran and beaten.

And all of this stems from the angry King Kong tattoo on Wang Yiran's body.

"Whew!"

After punching more than ten punches in a row, Wang Yiran stopped and gasped for breath.

I went over and helped Wang Yiran aside, and dragged aside the mastermind behind the beating like a dead dog.

Chu Siyu turned on the light at this time.

After the lights came on, I could see the layout of the room clearly.

In this room, the walls are covered with a large number of runes, and on the altar, in addition to hanging an unknown statue of the patriarch, there is also a broken statue of Guan Gong.

"My master won't let you go!"

As I surveyed the room, the man made a muffled voice in his throat.

"Come, tell me, who is your master?" I asked, crouching down and looking at the distorted face that had been beaten.

"My master won't let you go!" He stared blankly at me, struggling to get a sound out of his throat.

"Say, who is your master?"

Wang Yiran suddenly pulled him over and asked with a cold face.

Seeing Wang Yiran's face, he shuddered and spit out three words with difficulty: "Daoist Gou!" ”

"What?"

I raised my voice abruptly and asked, "Who do you say your master is?" ”

"Daoist Gou!"

He spit out three words with difficulty and said, "My master will not let you go!" ”

Chu Siyu and I glanced at each other, and I didn't expect that this would be the result.

But when I think about it, I think it's normal.

In the nineties, the leader of the evil uncle claimed to be practicing Maoshan art.

Gou Daoist, what he practiced was Maoshan Technique, and this person said that his master was Gou Daoist, so everything can be said clearly, and it can even be said to be right.

In other words, everything that happened in this hotel was instigated by Daoist Gou.

"Won't let us go?"

Wang Yiran sneered and said; "Whether your master can save himself or not is two words!"

After saying that, he took out his phone and pulled out a number.