Wifred's sharp eyes swept over everyone in the ward, only remaining on his daughter's face for less than a second.

The second devout person of the Lord of Dreams, Xiaoguang intimately told Wevered about the dream game, god coins, Montnets and other things.

"Why isn't Old White here?"

The eldest daughter, Shirley, changed her expression, and under her father's stern eyes, she stubbornly said, "Uncle White died during your serious illness......"

"Good! Good! Good! ”

Wifled said three good words in a row, he has also experienced intrigue and clearly knows the filthiness in the big family.

Now that the conspiracy has fallen on him, he is even more life-threatening, and it is unforgivable.

These will be liquidated later, and the most important thing now is to log in to the dream game.

……

The other end of Kaslin Hospital.

Wilfried's nephew, Brontë Giovanni, did not care about the life or death of his uncle.

It was an extremely honorable task for the family to send him to Kaslin Hospital to witness the inheritance of the Wafred family.

According to the rules of the Giovanni family, only the elders with high power in the clan are qualified to testify.

Brontë showed no interest in this, and showed his face and probed around the hospital room.

"The life and death of mortals are like dew evaporating in the eyes of the transcendental!"

The identity of the Giovanni family, the doctors of Kaslin Hospital did not dare to stop it in the slightest.

"In a hospital with thousands of people, isn't there a living being suitable for soul refining?"

A black light flashed on Brontë's fingertips, and once there was a creature suitable for soul refining, he would feel it.

The soul must be strong, alive, and contain resentment or desire.

Until he passed by a young and beautiful nurse, the black light jumped one after another, as if he had discovered a delicacy.

"It's worth the trip!"

Brontë followed the nurse and waited for her to finish changing the medicine for several old men, and secretly observed that two old men were moving their hands and feet.

The beautiful nurse is not a simple commodity, and if she wants to refuse and welcome, she will fish the two old guys with a moderate tightness.

When the nurse was alone in the break room, Brontë quietly closed the door and hung up a Do Not Disturb sign.

"Hello, beautiful young lady. I'm Brontë Giovanni, and I'm fascinated by your beauty, can you know your name? ”

Bronte has a graceful demeanor, and his every move has a classical aristocratic temperament, and only by living in a family with a long inheritance can he be imperceptibly cultivated and cultivated.

"Giovanni? Your last name is as charming as your looks! ”

The beautiful nurse entered nymphomaniac mode in an instant, and worked in Kaslin Hospital, not just to get in touch with the upper-class rich.

In the upper class society of Texas, who can be more noble than the Thirteen Ancient Aristocrats.

"My name is Lillian."

"Lillian, good name!"

Brontë opened her arms and tried to take Lillian into her arms.

Lilian did not resist in the slightest, the opportunity is in front of her, and if she wants to refuse and lose, she will definitely regret it for the rest of her life.

Even if Brontë was a playboy, it was better than being the lover of an old man and waiting for him to die and then divide the money.

Lilian couldn't see the junior, Brontë's right hand turned into a pale bone hand, and the joints were black and swirling, and he slowly found the position of the back of the heart.

With just one hard claw, you can penetrate the back of the heart and pull out a bright red heart.

"A woman's soul full of lust and greed will definitely be able to refine into a ghost of lust!"

Lilian suddenly felt a chill down her spine, heard Brontë whispering in her ear, and subconsciously said, "Mr. Brontë, what did you say?" ”

Brontë's eyes flashed with black light, and he whispered in Lillian's ear: "Remember my name, even a hundred years after death, don't forget ......"

As he spoke, the tip of Bai Gu's right finger had already pierced Lilian's skin.

biu！

A muffled gunshot rang out.

The bullet hit the heart of Brontë's junior, and the strength of the transcendent made it impossible for the bullet to enter the heart.

biu！ biu！ biu！

The gunner fired three shots in a row, hitting the same spot without any mistake.

"Shhh

Brontë threw Lilian behind him, his white bone hand covering his chest, and the pitch-black mana wrapped his heart. Instead of thinking about fighting the gunman, he threw himself on the ledge in front of him and jumped from the second floor.

"The reaction was very fast, but unfortunately it was too late!"

Han Zishi revealed his figure from the shadows, wearing a string of strange masks on his face, and jumped directly from the window.

Two shots were fired in the back in the air, hitting the knee and dantian, causing Brontë to fall directly to the ground.

"Ho-ho-ho! Spare me, and I can give it to you! ”

Brontë didn't make stupid threats, he didn't believe that the killer didn't know his identity.

"Go and apologize to those you killed."

Han Zishi's voice, coming out through the mask, turned into a cold mechanical sound.

The muzzle of the gun pointed at Brontë's head without hesitation, and the head of the transcendent exploded, and the end was not much better than that of ordinary people.

Brontë's face was fierce, and the mask killer in front of him would not give himself a way to live at all.

Phew!

A screech of invisible matter came from Brontë's forehead.

Sorcery: Soul Blast!

Han Zishi bore the brunt of the attack and felt dizzy.

Brontë took this opportunity to take out a long-term white bone sword from his arms and threw it at Han Zishi.

The divine soul endured the scorching heat of the sun, and was drawn from the heart-piercing, knee-shattering flesh, and burrowed into the white bone sword.

The white bone sword carried the Brontë soul and stabbed it into Han Zishi's chest, as long as it could penetrate the body and the soul penetrated into the sea of knowledge, it would be able to take the opportunity to take it.

The killer was stunned by the soul impact, indicating that the strength of the divine soul was much lower than that of Brontë, and the probability of success was very high.

Brontë calculated the anti-killing method in a short time, and in the dream game, he entered the Xiangzhou Evil Dao Hundred Ghost Cave, and fighting was commonplace, and he had already practiced extraordinary fighting methods.

Phew!

A Buddha horn came from Han Zishi's body.

The Buddha beads on his wrist bloomed with Buddha light, blocking the white bone sword from the outside.

The Buddha's light was the most yin and evil ghost, and Brontë's soul dissolved in half in an instant, leaving behind a series of miserable screams.

The patient who was watching around felt a stinging pain in his head and fainted.

The Bone Sword turned back and fled to Kaslin Hospital.

Buddha Guang soothed Han Zishi's soul, woke up from his dizziness, looked at the white bone sword that fled into the distance, and easily climbed over the wall to chase after him.

The soul was damaged, still forcibly exposed to the blue sky and white day, and Brontë could not run far.

"Brontë Giovanni can rank first on the hunting list, not only because of his ferocious means, but also because of his own strength!"

Located on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by picturesque landscapes, Kaslin Hospital is a top-notch medical center for treatment and recuperation.

Han Zishi's pupils constricted, staring at the escape trajectory of the White Bone Sword, and quickly shuttled through the forest.

The Qi Refining Method of the Dream World cannot be practiced in Blue Star, but the body refining is not restricted.

As an important figure in the Security Bureau, Han Zishi has no shortage of body exercises. The main forging pile skill has been introduced, and with the third-rate light gong grass flying, the speed easily exceeds that of the former Blue Star Sprint Trapeze.

"Damn! Damn it! Let me know who you are, and I will definitely make your whole family into a terrible ghost! ”

Brontë felt that he had died unjustly, and the ghost path exercises he practiced could refine ghosts and resist ghosts, and his main strength was in ghosts.

As a result, he was shot with a black gun, and the ghost control technique was not used at all, so it can be said that he lost extremely aggrieved.

At this time, it was a blue sky and a white day, and the sun was blazing.

Brontë's soul was weakened and burned by fire.

I'm afraid it won't take long for Han Zishi to catch up, and it will collapse and dissipate on its own.