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A believer in his twenties raised his right hand and knocked on the door. When the back of his hand touched the door panel, he "creaked" and the door slowly opened.

He sniffed his nose and smelled the residue of the experiment, which seemed to be mixed with a little blood.

In front of the cabinet door on the right side of the room lay a believer in a black robe. The believer had his back to the door, unable to see clearly his appearance.

"What's the matter?" The believer who had just entered the door walked over.

He walked to the door of the cabinet and was about to bend down to look at the person lying on the ground, and suddenly glanced at the gap between the cabinet doors.

In the gap, a slightly gripped hand was on the door.

There is someone in the cabinet!

He stretched his hand to the cabinet door, grabbed the handle and pulled it away.

Inside the cabinet, a believer is curled up in the middle, with his back to the outside of the cabinet, his life or death is unknown.

The smell of blood came from the cabinet.

As he stretched out his hand again, he suddenly felt the sky spin, and then a cool sensation came from his neck.

"Uh……"

The young believer covered his neck with his hands, opened his mouth, and wanted to shout, but there was no sound.

Qiancang wiped the blood from the dagger, closed the door, and stuffed the believer who had just entered the room into the cabinet.

It is not difficult to enter Wika Village because he uses an invisible cloak.

Familiar with the route plus stealth, there is almost no difficulty.

After he entered Wika Village, he first went to Benjamin's ruined house to look for "experimental residue", a black powder with a unique smell.

After everything was prepared, he embarked on the assassination journey.

The black robe is used as a disguise, the news of "Benjamin is an internal response" as an excuse for approaching, and the leader of the Time Tomb as a safeguard.

After confirming that the believer is alone, a surprise attack is carried out on the neck to prevent shouting before death.

Even if there are one or two mistakes, it is possible to make up for the knife through the leader of the Time Tomb.

It wasn't until just now that Qian Cangyi encountered a special situation. During the assassination, a believer came to the room.

Under the urgency of the situation, he first hid the corpse in the cabinet, and then lay on the ground pretending to be a corpse. When the opponent slackened, he shot with thunder.

"26."

"Now it is estimated that it has been exposed, and plan B must be carried out."

Qiancang panted slightly and stood by the door, his right ear pressed against the door, still quiet outside.

He opened the door and walked out. After turning the corner, four believers walked in front of him.

"Be careful, there may be a small person in Wika Village!" The believer on the opposite side exclaimed.

"What!" Qian Cangyi was not pretending to be surprised, but really surprised.

The other party's thoughts made the excuses he prepared in his heart impossible to say.

He changed his mind and immediately understood.

For the people in Wika Village, the probability of a small person's killing is far greater than that of someone sneaking in to carry out an assassination.

The black bug's name "Hercus" means a beacon that leads the demons to come to the world.

Judging from the disaster in East Beacon City, the "devil" refers to the small ones.

Although the money warehouse at the rear of Weika Village has never been entered, Weika Village is indeed cultivating a large number of black worms.

This means that the small ones may indeed visit Wika Village from time to time.

"You leave Wika Village first, we will notify others, gather at the door, don't go too far away." A believer said to Qiancang.

"Yeah!" Qiancang nodded.

Outside Wika Village, the outpost has been cancelled.

All the believers gathered in a place one kilometer away from the entrance of Wika Village.

The chattering discussion is endless.

After intense discussions, the believers unanimously chose the former between the small and the assassin who aimed specifically at the neck.

The discussion also revealed another thing. The Prophet had left Wika Village.

Qiancang was silent, counting the number of people around.

There are about two hundred people...

Regardless of the possibility, their response method could not allow me to assassinate again, but it also gave me a chance.

Qiancang took out the pistol when no one was paying attention to him.

Pong!

After the trigger was pulled, the thunder-like sound stunned everyone.

Tick!

The eternal sleep clock began to turn, and Qiancang did two things in this short instant.

One is to open the distance, and the other is to put the gun away.

All the believers turned their heads and looked at the direction from which the gunfire came. However, they only saw the corpse that was falling to the ground.

"Who shot it?"

Everyone's eyes are full of suspicion and alertness.

Qiancang looked around vigilantly and said nothing.

"Will it be a small one again?"

The expected conjecture reappeared.

In any case, it is impossible for them to know the effect of Qiancang 1 skill.

In this way, the most reasonable explanation is naturally that the small ones attack them again.

"No...no?"

"Did the prophet abandon us?"

"It is said that the Prophet already knows the way to enter the Holy Land."

"Who do you think Anthony is?"

"Maybe Anthony doesn't exist at all?"

"Calm down everyone."

"It's better for us to spread out."

One person said a word, suddenly a lot of noise.

The seeds of doubt have been planted and are germinating.

The prophet asked believers to leave in batches, invisibly dividing the entire believer into different levels.

Believers who don’t know about this will feel dissatisfied more or less in their hearts.

According to Benjamin's description, the prophets control believers in various ways.

Speeches, heart-to-heart talks, promises of the future, etc. However, the root of all these still stems from the power of sorcery.

At this time, the Prophet was not there, and Wika Village suffered such a weird situation, many believers felt abandoned in their hearts.

As soon as Qiancang took the opportunity to move, he was also thinking about how to accelerate the growth of the seeds of doubt.

Suddenly, the believer standing on the edge pointed to the distance and shouted:

"Someone!"

At the corner ahead, two figures walked up.

Qiancang glanced on tiptoe, squinting slightly, Robert and Rachel appeared in sight.

"Catch them!"

Anxious believers have found an object to vent their uneasiness.

Even in normal times, they would not let people near the village of Wika, of course, only if they found it.

At the same time, Robert and Rachel also saw the situation here, and the two quickly turned and ran away.

"chase!"

The believer shouted and rushed out.

Qiancang frowned and mixed among the believers.

The leading group of believers is quickly closing the distance between the two sides.

At the same time, their eyes gradually became feverish.

In a few minutes, Robert and Rachel will be caught, and this is just the beginning.

The believer with a pistol took out his weapon and shot at the two Roberts.

The sound of gunfire is endless.

The scene before him appeared in Qiancangichi's mind like an image.

Believers with pistols and believers with unique performances are all given more attention.

At this time, it is both a crisis and an opportunity!

Qiancang took out his pistol and pointed it at the believer who might possess sorcery, and then pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced the skin, stirred the brain, and then flew out from the other side.

Fanatic believers also have a few calm ones, such as a believer on the side of Qiancang.

"you……"

The gunfire sounded again.

Qiancangyi pulled the trigger again, and at the same time, a small white model with bullets painted on his face appeared in his right hand.

The bullet nemesis with special props can not only defend against bullets, but also absorb the kinetic energy of bullets and provide them to users.

When several believers drew their guns at him, the bullet nemesis in his hand had been thrown into the air.

After the model flew to the apex, its body size began to expand, and when it landed, it became a full life size, and its height was the same as that of the money warehouse.

Bullet Buster slowly stretched out his right hand, palm outwards, and suddenly, all the bullets that flew towards Qiancang No. 1 began to slow down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and stopped completely when they came to Qiancang No. 1 two meters away, and then fell. on the ground.

The moment the first bullet landed, Qian Cangyi felt a force driving his body.

Now, no matter what he does, it will be much easier and faster.

Qiancangyi ignored the believers' unbelievable gaze and pulled the trigger again.

Believers whose spirits had collapsed slightly fired at Qiancangyi again. However, the bullets they fired all provided an acceleration effect for Qiancangyi.

A believer opened his eyes wide, watching Qiancang approaching him at an incredible speed, then shot, and then went to the next believer.

Qiancang I at this time was like a wolf plopping into a sheepfold.

"run!"

After ten seconds, the believer realized that he could not fight at all.

They gave up resistance and fled in all directions.

Qiancang picked up the gun on the ground, came to a believer, aimed at his head, pulled the trigger, and went to the next believer's location.

At such a close distance, he doesn't even need to aim specifically.

"Oh oh oh!"

The believer in front of him roared, and a thick black mist emanated from his body.

Under the sun, the dense fog gradually spread, blocking the vision.

The devotees who controlled sorcery in Wika Village did not leave all of them, and some still remained.

Qiancang frowned, fired a shot at the center of the black mist, then walked around and ran to the next believer.

"Please, let me go!" The frightened believer wanted to figure out what happened before he died.

"Ask the child who died in your hands." Qiancang glanced at the corpse and ran to the next believer again.

The anger pressed in my heart for the sake of the overall situation was completely released at this time.

The duration of Bullet Buster is only 10 minutes, and it must be firmly grasped. Qiancang talks slowly without being in the mood.

On the buried wasteland, the corpse lay on the ground all the way, the grass has turned into a red and green color.

The hungry wolf, who had already been standing by and staring at him, swarmed up facing the corpses everywhere.

The vultures in the sky also landed to get a share.

Qiancangyi pulled the trigger again ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The last shot ended the unilateral massacre.

He took off the blood-stained black cloak and threw it on the ground.

Two hundred believers, he used Bullet Nemesis to kill about a hundred people, and some of them died at the hands of their companions. After all, this is not a game, but there is no such mechanism as friendly injuries and protection.

Some of the more accurate bullets were not affected by the effect of the bullet buster, but hit the rest of the believers.

Qiancang glanced back.

The scene just now came to mind.

Once upon a time, he had been worried that he would become less and less like a normal person after experiencing too much life and death.

Now it seems that he is worrying too much.

There is only one thing that needs to be done in the face of the devastated followers of the cult.

Kill them!