The wind is howling.
Wu Jian, who imprisoned the security guard, seemed to have violated some more terrible rules.
Wu Jian could feel the coldness around him deepening.
The ghosts began to sink in deeper layers.
But Wu Jian was nailed into this layer of ghosts like a nail, motionless.
in his eyes.
The strange dial of time has manifested.
The Ghost of Time opens.
Let this ghost of his being at this time create a time-connection.
Want to drag him into a deeper ghost.
This weirdness that controls ghosts must have the power to shake time.
It is clear.
He didn’t.
“Um?”
At this time, in another city in the country of deception.
Qian Yaoyao was taken aback suddenly.
His complexion changed.
She rolled her eyes and looked in one direction.
“Bad feeling.”
Touching the dice mask on her head, a strange roulette phantom flashed in her eyes.
“Fate is fluctuating, something is coming to me.”
Qian Yaoyao opened her eyes wide, trying to find out her fate.
But the Wheel of Fortune, which had always been clear in her eyes, was disturbed by something at this time, so she couldn’t see it clearly.
“Destiny has interfered?”
Aware of this.
Qian Yaoyao’s expression changed, she stood up and walked out the door.
Fate cannot be seen clearly, which means that there is some kind of terrible existence that can interfere with fate and she has a fateful entanglement with her.
She wants to leave here as soon as possible to get rid of this kind of entanglement in fate.
Otherwise, her life will be threatened.
“Where are you going?”
As soon as he opened the door, Qian Tiantian saw Ms. Hu.
This cold woman’s whole body has turned into vertical pupils at this moment, and she is staring at her firmly.
“Where am I going, do I still need to report to you?”
Qian Yaoyao is in a bad mood right now, she really doesn’t want to act with the woman in front of her.
With a cold face, she said in a deep voice.
“As the mayor of this city, I have the qualifications and the right to ask about your itinerary.”
Ms. Hu rested her chin with one hand and spoke calmly.
But the supernatural power in her body kept rising.
“Don’t meddle in your own business, it’s good for you and me.”
Qian Yaoyao’s eyes flickered with the light and shadow of a roulette wheel, and there was no trace of savage and cuteness in her whole person, only gloomy and vicious were left.
This is what she really is.
“What if I have to take care of it?”
Ms. Hu brushed her hair, and there was a blood-stained machete in many places.
This is a very old machete, with a bloody leather cord wrapped around the handle of the machete, and some Black hair.
Evil, grotesque.
This is a ritual knife used for sacrifices.
This knife contains strangeness.
“Hehe~”
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Qian Tiantian put the mask on his face.
The dice on the mask began to jump rapidly.
“Then you can try.”
Guji!
The beating dice suddenly stopped.
The six o’clock dice faces Ms. Hu.
The six dots trembled suddenly, and six bloodshot eyeballs stood out from the dots of the dice.
In the pupil position of these six eyeballs.
There are six gambling roulette wheels in constant rotation.
Then stop.
【Fierce】【Fierce】【Fierce】【Great Fierce】【Little Lucky】【Auspicious】
These pointers stayed on these texts respectively.
“Four evils and two good…Your fate is bound to encounter misfortune.”
Almost at the same time when the roulette jump was completed, Ms. Hu, who was holding up the scimitar to prepare for the slash, suddenly felt a terrible chill coming from the scimitar in her hand.
The weirdness of the scimitar suddenly became agitated at this time.
A tingling pain came from his hand.
The black hair on the machete squirmed into her body.
Attempt to invade her body.
“snort!”
With a cold snort, Ms. Hu released her supernatural powers.
This supernatural power directly corroded the hair that invaded her body, and at the same time suppressed the restlessness of the scimitar, causing the strangeness of the scimitar to fall into silence again.
“die!”
Holding a machete.
Ms. Hu slashed down with a knife.
The smell of rot and blood entered Qian Yaoyao’s nostrils along with the scimitar in her hand.
Qian Yaoyao, who smelled this scent, seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushing towards her.
He wanted to escape, but at this moment, she felt her feet were tightly grasped by a pair of rotten hands.
The next moment.
She was directly cut in half by the machete from the middle.
puff!
Blood and viscera poured down from the wound.
The body, split in half, fell to the ground.
It’s just that this corpse is not Qian Yaoyao, but a strange one whose head has turned into a biscuit.
“Death?”
After realizing that it was not Qian Yaoyao’s body that she had beheaded, Ms. Hu’s expression changed.
The scimitar in her hand has a strange effect of eroding and dividing consciousness.
With her knife just now, the normal weirdness should have become a broken puzzle and fell into silence.
But this weird dice girl was able to transfer the damage she suffered to the ghost slave she controlled.
This discovery made Ms. Hu’s vigilance against Qian Yaoyao once again increased a lot.
She felt that she had underestimated the woman brought by Hui Kong.
“Hehehe~ Sister, your knife is so scary~”
Light laughter sounded from behind.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ms. Hu slashed behind her with her backhand.
The knife with the smell of blood touched the flesh and easily chopped off the head.
This head is square in shape, with eight blood-red vertical bars in the middle.
He is eight.
“It hurts, my neck was cut off~”
The voice came from another direction, this time Ms. Hu did not act rashly.
She thought she had killed two mahjong heads, and the scimitar in her hand became restless again.
If you continue to use this knife regardless of the consequences, the ghost of this knife will be revived again.
At that time, it will be difficult to suppress this knife.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to kill me?”
Qian Yaoyao’s voice flickered from left to right, but Ms. Hu found that when she looked in the direction of the sound, there was nothing there.
·0 for flowers……
She knew that Qian Yaoyao was releasing some kind of strange power to mislead her perception.
But she was in no hurry.
Because she knows, compared to herself.
Qian Yaoyao should be more anxious.
Actually it does.
Qian Yaoyao, who was activating her supernatural powers and constantly interfering with Ms. Hu’s perception, was very eager.
The wheel of fortune she could feel was even more agitated now.
It seemed that some catastrophe was approaching her at a terrifying speed.
If she can’t get rid of this guy blocking the door as soon as possible.
That guy is coming.
“It would be nice if the good and bad dice were still there.”
Qian Tiantian bit his lip, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.
In order to divert Wu Jian’s hatred, she stripped the good and bad dice from herself and put them in that terrible cemetery.
It now appears that the cemetery has disappeared, along with her dice.
Obviously, Wu Jian was not buried in that horrible cemetery, but would destroy that cemetery instead.
Qian Yaoyao regretted not cooperating with Wu Jian.
If she cooperates with this man, her fate may change differently.
“Forcibly break through.”
Looking at Ms. Hu who waved the scimitar in her hand from time to time.
Qian Yaoyao took a deep breath and prepared to force her way.
However at this time IUi.
She suddenly felt the strange fate in her body, and suddenly there was an unprecedented crisis reminder.
She instinctively left her position quickly.
And released the ability to replace death.
puff!
puff!
The first sound was the sound of Liuwan, the substitute she released, being pierced through the heart by a long sword that appeared out of thin air.
The second sound was the sound of Ms. Hu’s neck being cut off by another long sword.
The two voices were almost in no particular order.
It’s just that the long sword, which was pierced with 60,000 pieces of dirt, turned into a phantom and slowly disappeared after the incident last night.
However, the long sword that killed Ms. Hu was held in the hand of a white-haired man, emitting bursts of sharp aura that made Qian Yaoyao’s scalp tingle.
Click!
The palm exuding a special spiritual aura picked up the scimitar on the ground, just in case.
Gold’s flame flickered.
This machete was smelted directly.
A few shattered metal debris floated out from the scimitar fragments and merged into the minister of the ancient sword.
Gold’s fire flickered between the shard and the ancient sword.
These fragments were “welded” on the ancient sword.
With the fusion of these fragments, the aura of the broken sword became even more terrifying.
“Gudong!”
Qian Yaoyao looked at the white-haired man in front of her, and the fate roulette in her body had jumped to the point that it was about to fall apart.
She took a deep breath, a blush appeared on her face, she took off her mask, and walked towards the white-haired man lightly.
“Wu Jian big brother~ Long time no…”
Snapped!
The words are not finished yet.
A slap full of supernatural power was slapped directly on her face.
Shot her out.
Wu Jian shook his palm, looked at Qian Yaoyao who was lying on the ground slapped by him, and said indifferently.
“Shut up, I don’t know you well.”
