"Sixty steps?"

Situ Qing turned his head and looked at the spiral staircase behind him, followed by a pause, and didn't seem to care about the immortals who caught up.

Sixty steps, according to one step and one meter, is only sixty meters.

A normal person can walk about 60 to 100 meters in a minute.

According to the lowest calculation, we are only a minute away from those immortals behind us, and Situ Qing has paused for five seconds.

She didn't move, Mr. Mover didn't move, Mr. Mover didn't move, and Eno in front didn't move, and our team froze here for a while.

"Situ, uncle, what do you mean?"

Liu Ling Tongzi was anxious, his eyes widened, and he shook his headlamp for a while.

"Is it enough?"

Situ Qing didn't care about the Liu Ling boy who was like a mad dog, looked at Mr. Mover, and asked lightly.

"Not enough!"

Mr. Mover shook his head.

"Then wait a minute!"

Situ Qing said.

With that, she turned and looked at the spiral staircase behind her.

Mr. Mover also turned around, and at the same time handed over the ghost head knife, and asked, "Do you need it?" ”

"It's okay to use it for a while!"

Situ Qing took the ghost head knife and held it in his hand.

I looked at these two thoughtfully, something was wrong!

Before, I was still thinking that after Mr. Yirudu and Situ Qing stayed on it for less than a minute, they should not be able to negotiate anything, let alone reach an agreement.

Now it seems that I was wrong.

Looking at the meaning of Situ Qing and Mr. Mover, these two people have obviously reached some kind of agreement, otherwise, Situ Qing will not take the initiative to speak at this time.

I just don't know what "is enough" in Situ Qing's mouth means!

"Damn, do you really have to wait?"

Liu Ling didn't know whether it was pretending, or if he was really angry, and jumped upward, like a monkey, and crawled over our heads.

"Uncle, what the hell do you think?"

After crawling over our heads, the willow spirit boy fell straight down from his head to his feet, and when his head was level with Mr. Mover's head, his feet slammed into the wall, stopped, and Mr. Mover came to the same eye.

"Get out of the way!"

Mr. Mover frowned and spat out two words in a cold voice.

"Huh?"

Liu Ling Tong didn't seem to expect Mr. Mover to do this to him.

"Get out of the way!"

Mr. Mover repeated, his voice getting colder.

"You're doing this to me?" The willow spirit boy was like a resentful woman, and her voice changed because she was too angry.

I frowned, Liu Lingtong's play has been performed.

As long as you are not stupid, you can see that it is Situ Qing who plays the leading role this time, and Mr. Mover is just cooperating.

Therefore, even if Liu Ling Tongzi wants to find someone to question, he should find Situ Qing, not Mr. Mover.

But Liu Ling Boy not only found Mr. Mover, but also like an abandoned resentful woman, I really don't understand, what he wants to do!

Every time it comes to such a critical moment, Liu Ling Tong will play it again.

This kind of behavior makes the second monk scratch his head.

Is he really schizophrenic, or is he looking for a sense of existence, or is he trying to have another purpose?

I just don't understand.

"It's coming!"

At this moment, a sound of squirming footsteps sounded, and Chu Siyu stabbed me excitedly.

"Huh?"

Liu Ling Tong also sensed that something was wrong, tilted his head, and a beam of light shot out, shining a bald head, it was the monk.

Compared to the prison period, the monk was obviously fatter and looked more like a person, but those eyes like black holes told everyone that he was not human.

In my opinion, this monk and Chu Siyu should be in a similar situation, but the moment I saw those eyes, I knew that he was completely different from Chu Siyu.

The resentment on this monk is too heavy.

This reminds me of the first time I met Chu Siyu, at that time, Chu Siyu had not yet taken revenge, and her resentment at that time was already heavy enough.

Looking at it now, even Chu Siyu of that meeting is much inferior to this monk.

"Huh!"

I was thinking about it, but Situ Qing chuckled lightly and walked towards the monk.

As if he hadn't seen Situ Qing, the monk still maintained his own rhythm and walked forward.

The distance of four or five meters was instantaneous, and at the moment when the two were about to collide, Situ Qing's wrist turned, and the ghost head knife stabbed out.

Burst!

The blade sinks into the flesh, making a distinct sound.

The monk opened his mouth, and his face, which was originally peaceful, instantly became hideous, but he didn't make a sound at all.

Burst!

At this moment, a second muffled sound sounded, and the blade of the ghost head knife entered again.

Call!

The moment the second knife stabbed in, an invisible ripple, centered on the monk, rippled in all directions.

"Grass!"

Circle after circle ripples rippled and soon spread over my body.

"It's cold!"

I fought a cold war and subconsciously spat out two words.

"Yin Evil Condensation!"

Liu Ling Tong spat out four other words.

I was just about to ask what it meant, but the ghost head knife in Situ Qing's hand had all been submerged into the monk's body, and he made a pop again.

With this third sound, the originally transparent ripples were covered with a layer of purple-black.

After being stabbed three times in a row, the monk's face became more and more hideous, but he did not move anything except to ripple in circles.

"Uncle, Situ, what do you two want to do?"

Looking at the purple-black ripples, Liu Ling Tongzi jumped up without saying a word, and his voice lost his previous arrogance, with a hint of crying.

"Nima!"

Looking at the purple-black ripples that spread over, I only had time to burst into a foul mouth, and a bone-penetrating shade struck.

"Grass...... Grass ......"

Stirred by the coolness, my teeth began to chatter and make a clicking sound.

I could feel a layer of hoarfrost condensed on my eyebrows, and I could see that the breath coming out of my mouth had turned into white frost.

I now understand what Situ Qing's "is enough" means!

"Is it enough" refers to resentment.

Situ Qing believes that even if those immortal families and those people in the Xuanmen are released, the resentment is still not enough, so there are these three knives.

The monk was nailed to the prison for ten years.

After being nailed for so long, there will be resentment if it is a person.

That's why Mr. Mover will only release them before he does.

The purpose of letting them out is to release the resentment in their bodies, and now the resentment is not enough, so Situ Qing will stab this monk three times again.

If a person is killed once, the resentment is heavy enough, but what if he is killed twice, three, four times?

I have to say that Situ Qing's means of stimulating resentment are indeed awesome enough.