"Even the villa security arranges for the blessed ones, and they are the elite of the blessed ones."

"Is the power of money..."

A look of helplessness flashed in the cripple's eyes.

It's just a few blessed people, and if they really fight, it's a matter of a minute or two.

But the problem is that at this moment the fool has completely rushed into the villa.

He now knows nothing about the situation inside the villa.

The best outcome is that the owner of the villa is nothing more than a blessed person with a small achievement, and the fool kills him with two punches and leaves.

"I've always had a bad premonition..."

"It's like... Standing on the edge of a cliff..."

"When I was in prison, on the eve of challenging the boss of that prison, this is the feeling, and it is far less depressing than this time."

The cripple whispered softly, resting his hand lightly on the cane, clenching it tightly.

At the moment when one of the security guards rushed over, the lame man suddenly raised his hand and knocked it down!

Cracks in the ground erupted.

Several security guards subconsciously paused, looked at the ground, and waited for the cripple's back hand, but the next moment, the cripple, who seemed to have limited mobility, quietly moved, approached one of the security guards, handed the crutch between his legs, and slightly pressed to the left.

Caught off guard, the security guard staggered forward and fell.

The lame man lifts his left leg early and bends his knee.

Until the security guard's forehead hit the lame man's knee, and it looked as if he had come over on his own initiative.

There was a muffled sound, and he didn't even have time to 'summon immortals', he had already fainted on the ground.

"What a speed!"

"He obviously didn't summon immortals, but he could manipulate the power of immortals."

"Only after the fit reaches fifteen percent, can the power of the fairy spirit protect the body all the time..."

"Call for reinforcements."

The other five security guards shouted as their expressions changed suddenly.

It's a pity that just after they were attracted by the lame man again, a secondary explosion suddenly occurred at the stone slab that was originally smashed out of the crack by the lame crutch.

Several fragments whizzed through the air, piercing their bodies.

"Only a madman would do something inexplicable to be handsome."

The cripple said lightly.

Due to the lack of combat experience of these security guards, the battle ended much faster than the cripple expected.

The remaining two security guards fell to the ground in less than half a minute.

Before and after, it didn't take more than a minute.

The lame man did not stop, turned around silently, and walked quickly in the direction of the villa.

The gate made of steel, after being baptized by a fool's fist, had become dilapidated.

The deep concave fist prints looked extremely terrifying.

The gate is opened open enough for one person to pass through the gap.

The lame man did not rush in, but raised the cane in his hand, leaned into the door, slowly pushed the door open, looked at the scene in the living room, and frowned slightly.

As far as the eye can see, it is red.

It wasn't blood, but a piece of red cloth hung on the wall, decorating the room with a sense of festivity.

On the largest wall, the word '囍' is outlined.

"This character is written in blood."

"Very pure, clean blood."

The tip of the lame man's nose twitched slowly, and a look of realization flashed in his eyes.

Outside the villa before, the smell of blood should come from the word 'Xi'.

There was only one word, but the smell of blood was extremely strong.

Not even the outermost blood has dried up.

"Every once in a while, it will be repainted with blood to prevent the text from becoming dry and dark red..."

"If you do this, there is a high probability that it will not be the blood of the same person, and there should be some special spells added to it."

"The blood is full of resentment, but it does not clot, but the blood itself is extremely pure."

"Is the owner of the room deliberately cultivating resentment, or..."

In just a few seconds, the lame man had already judged many things based on this word.

What scares him the most is that this room is silent.

The fool has only been in for about a minute...

Could it be that the owner of the room can kill a fool in just one minute, and there is no trace of battle in the room at all?

Judging from the average strength of the Blessed Ones of the Hundred Cities today, this is almost impossible.

Even if Liu Wushu wants to kill the fool without being injured, he will have to fight for at least a while.

And whether he can be intact or not is unknown.

"Wedding dress?"

Soon, the cripple looked into the corner again.

It was a hanger made entirely of bulletproof glass, similar to a booth.

A vintage men's wedding dress is hung in it.

The soft light shines on it, and it looks beautiful.

"The words are written in blood, the walls are covered with red cloth, and there is only the man's wedding dress..."

"It's like trying to create a festive atmosphere, but it's very eerie."

"The owner of the room..."

"Is it really just the Giver?"

The cripple's inner turmoil grew stronger, as if there were a pair of invisible eyes looking at him in the darkness.

"Surveillance?"

The lame man looked around the room and found nothing.

Just as he was about to move on, his ears suddenly moved slightly.

A muffled grunt came.

"The voice of a fool!"

"It's not far away, but the sound is muffled, like a wall."

"Not from upstairs."

The cripple made a judgment for the first time, gently pressed the crutches on the floor tiles, and slowly closed his eyes.

For a moment, the room fell into absolute silence.

"The sound of fighting..."

"Underground..."

After about three seconds, the cripple opened his eyes and walked quickly around the room, tapping the tiles with his cane with each step he took as he fell.

Eventually, the cripple stood in front of a tile somewhere and slammed it hard!

The tiles shattered, revealing a passageway.

The cripple didn't hesitate, just walked down a straight down the staircase.

The passage is not too long.

The cripple had only walked for a few seconds, and suddenly his eyes suddenly dawned on him, and he was in a large basement.

The strong smell of blood is unusually pungent.

The lame man frowned subconsciously.

Girls in red wedding dresses were hung on the stone wall, their faces pale and breathless, only blood continued to flow down the walls.

Ground.

Boys knelt on the ground, clay pots in their hands, catching the blood.

Although they are still alive, their eyes are hollow, godless, and indistinguishable from the walking dead.

On the wall in the center of the basement, there is also a huge '囍' character written on it!

It is more vivid and dazzling than the word "囍" in the living room.

A thin middle-aged man was standing in the center of the basement with his hands behind his back at the moment, his eyes gloomy.

The fool was covered in wounds and could not lean against the wall.

The tiger's mouth cracked.

Wisps of blood dripped down his fingertips and fell to the ground.