Liu Yu, who had been covering his chest and was pale, surged with energy at the moment when the woman approached.

A huge pitch-black pupil flashed behind him, and suddenly, the pupil opened, shattered, turned into black gas, and merged into the woman's body.

The woman was stunned for a moment, Liu Yu burst out, and a dagger appeared in her hand, slashing in front of the woman.

But in an instant, the woman came to her senses and took a step back.

Even so, there was a bloody streak on his arm.

"Black Hitomi?"

"The Liu family?"

"I'm really going to think about working with you!"

"What an idiot."

"And the mood for small talk."

The voice of the man wearing the hat became colder and colder, but he no longer watched the play, the black cat flashed in the night, and five scratches appeared on Liu Yu's chest.

Blood kept spilling.

"Heh..."

"Night... It's late. ”

"The breath has locked her, even if I die, she will definitely give me a funeral."

With a muffled snort, Liu Yu leaned against the wall, and his arm trembled lightly.

looked at the woman opposite, and a smile barely appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"What is Black Hitomi?"

The woman's expression became solemn, and she looked at the figure behind her and asked.

The voice hidden under the hat was still cold: "Black pupils, the inheritance of the Liu family in Mocheng has awakened, and the combat ability is not strong, but it can see through the falsehood, and it can also use life to leave a mark on people." ”

"All the reporters who left India were the targets of the Liu family's killing."

"As long as you master the secret method of the Liu family, the mark will be as dazzling as the scorching sun."

"Maybe I can work with the rest of you Soul Hunters."

As the voice fell, the figure of the black cat, which was perfectly integrated into the night, flickered again, and its eyes suddenly flashed with light, like a phantom, and the next moment it appeared in front of Liu Yu like a teleportation.

And blood gushed out of Liu Yu's neck.

The pupils are slightly dilated.

Leaning against the wall, panting hard, he barely raised his head, looking in the direction of the ink academy in the distance, and his vision gradually blurred.

"After all... Still too weak..."

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he finally fell to the ground weakly.

Blood spilled.

Soak in the dirt.

"The corpse disposes of itself."

"Tell the rest of your Soul Hunter organization to come over again."

"As for yourself, find a way to live a few more days and explain the aftermath."

Leave the cold words and bow your head and leave.

There are no mood swings in the voice, only indifference.

The woman's face was slightly pale, and she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: "Is it really that I am scared?" ”

"A mark that wants to kill me?"

Even so, her trembling hands eventually betrayed her heart.

picked up Liu Yu's body, opened the courtyard door and walked in.

……

At the corner of the street, the old grandson who had been smiling and selling cool skins wiped his hands with a hand towel, watched the man in the hat gradually move away from a distance, sat on the maza, took out his mobile phone, found a phone and dialed it.

"Hello, Dark Chamber?"

"I just found a person who is suspected of being a high-level cult organization, I guess she should be the goddess of the cult, Qiu Xiaoxiao."

"I'm just guessing."

"You can check the surveillance of Yulin Street and Sanma Road and find a person wearing a big hat."

"Then carefully track down his movements."

"You might be able to guess where he's hiding."

"Of course, this person may deliberately avoid the camera, but at least it proves that the cult goddess has come to Xinjiang City, and I am afraid that she will make a big move."

"My surname is Re, and my name is Enthusiastic Citizen."

Hang up the phone, pull out the calling card, break it, and throw it into the trash can next to you.

Mixed with cold skin again, his face was still so unpretentious.

"The pancake boy hasn't come back yet."

"It can't be that I forgot to bring paper."

Muttering, the old grandson hunched over and walked deeper into the street.

Standing at the crossing, his nose twitched slightly, sniffed lightly, and his brows furrowed.

The smell of blood.

Looking at the few claw marks on the wall in the distance, the old grandson did not go deeper, but slowly retreated.

"They're crazy, aren't they, killing the people from the Ink Academy at this point in time?"

"Is there anything to fear?"

"That's not right..."

"The task she assigned to me is to disrupt the city, so that the Ink Academy will inevitably come forward to suppress it."

"If she makes some other moves to attract the high-level forces of the Ink Academy, the result will be a vacancy within the Ink Academy."

"So she's targeting something in the Ink Academy?"

The old grandson returned to the cool skin stall and sat down, constantly thinking about it in his mind.

What would you do if you put yourself in the role of a goddess?

"No matter how you calculate it, I'm the cannon fodder."

"No wonder you transferred me to Xinjiangcheng."

Coming to the final conclusion, the old grandson's face was a little ugly, and he took a deep breath and got up: "I'm old, I can't do it anymore, so I can close the stall." ”

Muttered, pushed the cart away.

"As long as the goddess attracts all the attention of the Ink Academy, it may not be that she can be cannon fodder, and I will take things."

"Even if I can't get it, as long as the goddess dies here, I can still live."

"My brother is gone, and my sister has no need to live!"

A murderous aura flashed in the eyes of the old grandson, walked around the corner, straightened his waist under the blind spot of the surveillance, took off his coat, and put it back on again...

After a long time, the image of an obese middle-aged man appeared.

The smile is honest and cute.

Finally, he walked near the Ink Academy, took out an envelope, handed it to a beggar in the distance, gave him another 100 yuan, stood in the corner, and watched the beggar knock on the door of the Ink Academy, and then turned to leave.

Ink Academy, under the double-layer high pressure of the dark pavilion...

The goddess is not expected to feel good for a while in the future.

And he, who has taken over a large number of disciples, may not be able to jump out of the role of cannon fodder and stand outside the chessboard to watch the excitement.

The only thing he didn't know now was what the goddess's goal was.

In short, it must be in the Ink Academy.

But judging from the influx into the city this time, judging from the number of disciples under his control, it must be a big operation.

even surpassed Zhong Yushu's time.

Too much.

Under his control alone, there are more than a thousand people.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg, he believes.

After all, his job is just cannon fodder.

Or rather, thousands of cannon fodder.

In this way, according to the consistent style of the Cult of God, the benefits must far exceed the number of sacrifices, so...

This thing is worth an amazing amount of money.

Even in the eyes of the Divine Cult, it surpassed Zhong Yushu.

For a while, Zong Ren became a little expectant.