I'm a stand-in maker

The pink fists collided with the Soul-Burying Fist, and an invisible air wave erupted between Mo Gui and the paralyzed man. The people who were fleeing in panic were also shaken by the invisible air wave, and their hats were blown away.

Mo Gui and the man looked at each other and confirmed that they were the people who wanted to kill each other.

"You guys, do you have a substitute?" Mo Gui murmured, and Qiushui was placed on his waist. This era is different from the pirate world. This is a real modern world. Guns and weapons have been developed.

No matter how strong he was, he couldn't physically withstand a nuclear bomb, and he couldn't guard against a sniper targeting him from hundreds of miles away, so he could only restrain himself.

"Hmph, in the name of God, I will kill you..."

This man with a paralyzed face seems to be mentally a little abnormal, and his answers are wrong. Compared to a substitute messenger, he is now more like a crazy stickman, talking about God's will, hiding in his mouth.

One of the hands on his waist moved, as if he was about to make another dangerous move.

Mo Gui knew at a glance that this guy had no good intentions. The thing in his arms was probably a pistol. Without any hesitation, Soul Burial's attack was launched again, and several pointers flew out from behind it. In the gap between Soul Burial's attacks,

A sudden stabbed out.

He didn’t know what the substitute ability of the guy opposite was. Mo Gui thought that Soul Burial’s panel at this time no longer needed an introduction. He had already reached the point where he could play the piano with the precision of D or even C, but the other party actually

He can even compete with Burial Soul on a neck-to-neck basis, and his opponent's ability is definitely extraordinary.

Mo Gui wanted to concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front of him, but his sense of danger, which he had developed in the pirate world, suddenly gave him a warning. After noticing the emergence of this malicious intent, he almost instantly pulled out his Qiu Shui without even looking behind him.

Stab away, and at the same time roll your body backwards away from the place.

"hiss"

The feeling of this knife was not that of piercing into the flesh. Qiu Shui was now considered a "substitute weapon" to a certain extent, so he suspected that the knife just hit the substitute.

Under his study and transformation, the avatar system has been greatly different from the originally defined avatar. At this time, perhaps the guy who attacked from behind did not expect that his avatar would be scratched by a knife.

At this time, he was half-kneeling on the ground, holding his stomach.

"pong~"

It wasn't over yet. Before Mo Gui had time to see clearly what he was stabbing, the sound of gunshots came from the side of the paralyzed man.

"Ding ding ding ding~"

Soul Burial did not make any unnecessary fancy moves. With a black hand, the flow of time around him instantly slowed down. The bullets seemed to have stopped when they flew around Soul Burial. Soul Burial took off the sickle from behind and slashed out diagonally.

Turning around, several bullets were cut in half by it.

The bullet hit the ground and made a clanging sound. Since this sound was almost the same as the sound produced when the bullet was fired, few people present even noticed it.

Time resumed flowing again. The paralyzed man and the sudden attacker looked at the crowd again. There were no traces of anything else. He had already left with the help of the soul-hiding windbreaker.

"It's not an accident, someone wants to kill me." Mo Gui didn't dare to stay where he was for too long. The person who could kill him as soon as he entered the world must be his own soul.

"He can sense my position? Then I should also be able to sense his position..."

Perception is two-way. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you. Mo Gui tried to calm down, and sure enough, under a mysterious feeling, a series of somewhat broken pictures appeared in front of his eyes.

The messy room was surrounded by bright red blood vessels. Those blood vessels seemed to be alive, and they were constantly squirming, as if they were looking for something.

What looks like a mirror stands in the center of the room. The protagonist in the picture cannot see his face, and can only see a thick black fog.

The picture stopped abruptly, and Mo Gui could not see much information from this broken picture, but he knew one thing deeply, his soul wanted to kill him.

"The blood streaks on the ground... I'm a little concerned about..." It's not that Mo Gui is paranoid, he always feels that those squirming blood vessels on the ground seem to have been seen somewhere before, and they look... why do they look so much like the ACDC in the boss group of this game.

Putting some unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, Mo Gui could clearly sense that the two ghosts' substitutes were not his own souls or not.

Those stand-ins, so where did the stand-ins for those guys come from?

The world seems to have changed, the plot that Mo Gui is familiar with seems to have lost its effect, and everything is heading towards an ending that he doesn't know either.

Mo Gui was a little tired after running for a while. After jumping off the roof, he found a coffee shop and walked in.

Although he is penniless, this does not prevent Mo Gui from drinking coffee arrogantly. Just because he has no money now does not mean that he will have no money soon. The beautiful national customs of this period are still very simple, and the worst he can do is to get shot.

He found a random place to sit down and tasted the coffee that had almost lost its taste in his mouth. He was a little confused about the purpose of his trip.

There is no requirement to have any connection with the protagonist, and the only task is to kill the soul. Should I say it is easy or troublesome?

"The protagonist of this period should be Er Qiao. He is the protagonist with the highest intelligence and is a bit difficult to deal with..."

"Hey, why should I deal with the protagonist? Can't the protagonist be my strength? I don't know how the plot will develop."

Mo Gui took out a cigarette and wanted to light it, but finally thought about it and decided not to.

"Hey, guest, coffee is on sale today. Would you like another cup? The second cup is half price."

Just as Mo Gui was deep in thought, a very strong voice sounded from behind him. He sounded like a big man who was at least 1.9 meters tall.

But when he looked back, Mo Gui realized that the reality was completely different from what he had imagined.

The... um... creature standing behind him, his strong muscles seemed to break through the bold pink and green dress, and the slightly exaggerated blush was just right on his resolute face that could make Tyson call him brother.

Although he has passed this age, he still shows a bit of shyness and a bit of wildness like a girl. The "vodka coffee" is very conspicuously held in his hand, making a "coconut tree" signature move.

Such scenes had a huge mental impact on Mo Gui. He had never been so speechless when he faced Kaido.

Oops, it feels like myocardial infarction!