I Have a City in a Different World

When the strong man with the knife strikes out, it is the most deadly killing move, focusing on Muki's vital parts.

When a sharp knife stabs the body, there must be a terrifying bloody hole.

In such a narrow space, it is not easy to avoid the opponent's attack.

Not to mention there was a strong man with a loaded pistol who could shoot at any moment.

The other party never opened fire, probably because they were afraid that after killing the person, the blood would stain the car.

Cleaning up is cumbersome and wastes a lot of time.

Mu Qi, who was sitting in the back seat, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with no ability to resist at all.

This seemingly fatal knife did not hit Muki, it was just a threat.

The two strong men wanted to kill Muki, but they were not in the car. Their actions just now were just to teach him to behave.

When the two strong men saw this, they showed ferocious smiles.

Although the kid in front of me saw through their true purpose and took action in advance halfway.

But it doesn't matter. At most, with some effort, the task can still be completed smoothly.

As a result, at this moment, the two strong men suddenly saw the young man in the back seat suddenly laughing.

The smile was quite sinister and made people shudder.

"why are you laughing!"

The strong man wielding the knife felt his scalp numb when he saw this. This was the first time he had seen the target being dealt with like this.

Another strong man holding a gun suddenly widened his eyes and looked behind his companion in horror.

"Damn, what is that!"

The pistol that was originally pointed at Muki quickly turned around and pointed at the knife-wielding accomplice.

"What are you doing, why are you pointing a gun at me?"

Seeing this, the strong man holding the knife quickly shouted and asked, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

Swords and guns have no eyesight. He knows better than anyone what it will look like after being hit by a bullet.

At such a close range, a bullet hitting the head would explode like a rotten watermelon.

Having seen many similar scenes, he didn't want this to happen to him.

"There is a...ghost thing on your head!"

The strong man with a gun looked at the top of his accomplice's head and said in a trembling tone.

"What the hell?"

The strong man holding the knife was confused, but at the same time, he did feel that something was wrong.

Tianling Gai was filled with cold air, and his neck became extremely stiff, as if something cold and smelly was sitting on his shoulders and neck.

As soon as he had this idea, he felt a terrible headache, as if something had penetrated his brain.

The strong man holding a gun on the opposite side saw a strange scene. A ferocious kid was holding a hammer and a chisel, and was striking the strong man's Tianling Gai with a knife.

"Go to hell!"

The strong man with the gun did not hesitate, pointed the gun at the brat, and pulled the trigger.

There was a gunshot, followed by a scream.

The strong man with the knife heard the gunshot and mistakenly thought that his companion was going to kill him, so he immediately stabbed him out with the knife.

In the narrow space, there was no way to dodge flexibly. As a result, the knife stabbed directly into the chest.

The strong man holding the gun weakened and collapsed backward, his eyes full of despair and fear.

He never dreamed that he would die at the hands of his accomplices.

If he had known that the other party would stab him, it would be better to shoot him just now and aim downward at the other party's head.

Why do you have to die in despair like this?

As a result, at this moment, the young man's voice suddenly rang in the ears of the strong man with the gun.

"Are you desperate and regretful at the same time, and want to kill your accomplice and drag him to hell with you?"

Hearing the sound, the strong man with the gun immediately widened his eyes and turned his head with difficulty to look at the back seat of the car.

The young man who was supposed to be killed by them and thrown into the forest was looking at him with a half-smile.

"As long as you promise me and press your fingerprint on this piece of paper, I will fulfill your request and kill all the people who deserve to be killed."

Seeing the young man raising his hand and conjuring a piece of red talisman and yellow paper out of thin air, the gun-wielding man's eyes widened again.

He suddenly realized that this young man who had entered the ghost realm must have mastered extraordinary and extraordinary means.

Therefore, he had a calm expression from beginning to end, which was completely different from other people's behavior.

Unlike those people before, when they realized that they were about to be killed, each one cried and begged to be let go.

These people couldn't survive a day, they just died a few hours early. I don't understand why they are so scared?

Maybe they are not afraid, but just desperate.

At this moment, the strong man with the gun remembered what the steward said.

These hard-working guys must die before they can take the bonus. As long as their hands and feet are clean, the big shots above won't care about these small things at all.

What they care about is how many treasures they get, and they don't care about the process and method of getting it.

The high-ranking dignitaries are not stingy with rewards, and they don't care who gets the rewards.

It is precisely because they know this that they do this without fear of problems.

They are just a group of powerless pariahs. Except for their relatives, no one cares whether their efforts are rewarded.

Moreover, no one would dare to do this without the support of senior officials.

But who would have thought that something like this would happen. A bug that should have been killed casually has now turned into a terrifying poisonous snake.

Anyone who dares to touch will be severely bitten.

Thinking of this possibility, an urgent desire for revenge suddenly arose in the heart of the strong man with a gun.

If I can't survive, you won't be able to survive either, and we'll all go to hell together!

The strong man with the gun nodded slightly, indicating that he was willing to sign the contract.

"Very well, let me help you complete the last step."

While Mu Qi spoke, he grabbed the hand of the strong man holding the gun and touched his blood-covered chest.

Then the blood-stained palm slapped on the yellow paper contract, and the deal between the two parties was officially concluded.

The gun-wielding man was about to die. Since his death was accidental, he still had thirty years left to live.

Now, he used these thirty years of longevity in exchange for thirty yuan of longevity money to reach a contract with Mu Qi.

Send all those participants who are unconscionable and try to monopolize the money for their lives to the abyss of hell.

The moment the contract was completed, the strong man with the gun died.

His unbending eyes were staring at the knife-wielding accomplice opposite him who stabbed him to death with a knife.

A smile appeared on the corner of the gun-wielding man's mouth, because he saw that the guy who killed him was being hugged tightly by two ferocious little devils.

He couldn't move his body, couldn't make a sound from his mouth, and looked at himself in despair and fear.

I'll wait for you in hell, damn bastard...

Then his dimness turned into darkness, and his body seemed to fall into an endless abyss.

But not long after, he seemed to see a ray of light and moved forward desperately.

Suddenly there was a pulling feeling and he was sucked into a giant whirlpool.

This whirlpool was very long, and he was so confused that his body was constantly being pulled, as if it was turning into pieces.

When he was thrown out of the whirlpool, he found that he was floating in the dark and gloomy sky, and his body was constantly falling towards the ground.

In the sky around him, there were figures like him, making screams of terror and despair.

He also wanted to shout for help, but the scene he saw next made him shut his mouth in horror.

He saw countless confused figures on the barren land, regardless of gender, old or young, all wandering around unconsciously.

The ferocious monsters were running around in the wilderness, chasing the frightened people.

Where the sky and the earth meet, there is an extremely huge figure, exuding an aura of incomparable majesty.

At this moment, the strong man holding the gun thought of the gods in those temples, which made people fear and worship them.

When he was deeply shocked and frightened, a voice suddenly rang in his ears, a mixture of cold majesty and a hint of joy.

"Welcome to the land of ghosts, my dear crops..."