Lord of the Witches

[Extraordinary creature: Desire slave. 】

[Status: Dying. 】

[Information Fragment 1: There are many weak-willed human beings. After encountering extraordinary items of the evil camp, because a certain desire is too strong, they eventually become slaves to the items, and are gradually eroded and distorted by evil forces. Everything I do is to support that extraordinary item to satisfy my own desires. They are collectively referred to as slaves. 】

[Information Fragment 2: His desire is lust. By offering supernatural items, he obtained extraordinary genitals and has a high degree of basic affection for the opposite sex. 】

[Information Fragment 3: In order to make offerings to the extraordinary, he killed more than seven women by seductive means, and devoured the energy in their bodies. He is the serial killer who has made the women in the Blue Deer City next door feel restless these days—wither flower. 】

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Tang Qi, who was still a child in this life, was a little speechless seeing the fragments of information flowing through his eyes.

However, I understand why the painter's combat power is so weak. Not to mention Tang Qi, who has chaga fighting skills, even a stronger man may be able to finish him.

Perhaps, this guy has placed attributes in places that shouldn't be.

Tang Qi has some impressions of the withered flower mentioned in the interface.

Recently, a serial killer appeared in Blue Deer City next to Messer City. He specialized in killing beautiful women. He would leave a withered flower at the scene of the crime, so he was named "Withered Flower" by the good media.

The title is very poetic, but it's a pity that the real master is just a disgusting guy.

Recalling the report a little bit, it is worth noting that the reward amount for this guy is not low.

Unfortunately, Tang Qi didn't intend to accept the reward.

"Cough~cough cough"

"chachacha"

Compared with the ground in the Bronx, this place is obviously much neater, but it is also a mess at this time. In the blood, the painter is struggling. He tried to cover the separated throat with his palm, but his fractured hands obviously couldn't do it. at this point.

The decent clothes he was wearing had been dirty for a long time. Seeing that he couldn't survive, he finally remembered something, gave up struggling and started to crawl towards the clothes that fell to the ground not far away.

The artist's goal seems to be a certain piece in the stack of drawings.

The twisted, blood-smeared palm stretched out tremblingly, as if it could be touched in the next moment.

Then, a silvery white blade flashed.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the sharp blade pierced through the palm of his hand and was nailed to the spot. Severe pain swept up, but his throat was cut open. He wanted to scream but he could only utter "heh heh heh", like a blower blowing a bellows. With the sound, blood rushed out at a faster speed.

Tang Qi didn't do anything else, he just put away the stack of drawings directly, he didn't take out the painting that seemed to be a supernatural item, and stuffed it into the artist's bag.

After packing up, the painter died and ended his life in pain.

Tang Qi turned around and watched a pink misty spiritual body slowly overflowing from the corpse, a strong sense of erotic shock emanated. Although his expression was extremely painful at this time and his body was twisted, he still It still gives people a weird feeling of disgust and imagination.

There was no ridicule, nor anger. Tang Qi just snorted coldly, and grabbed his resentful soul's head with his palm wrapped in flames. With the sound of "chi chi", the resentful soul disappeared.

After feeling in his mind for a while, there was a golden light flowing in, and Tang Qi smiled.

Another fuel up!

After saying silently in his heart, Tang Qi didn't care about the corpse on the ground, turned around and left with the bag in his hand.

This painter is a fool with distorted desires. When he was struggling just now, Tang Qi saw some women's underwear exposed in his trouser pockets. There is no doubt that after this guy commits a crime, he will not only leave behind withered flowers, but may even take them away. Some "souvenirs".

"The first one to find the body wins a little lottery."

Tang Qi muttered, one foot had already stepped out of the alley.

But at this moment, in the spiritual space of Tang Qi's mind, golden light spots rolled violently, and the strong omen of danger made Tang Qi feel the slight pain like a needle prick again.

Almost instinctively, before the back heel landed, Tang Qi followed the essentials of boxing, like a cheetah preying on it, tapped his toes, rubbed it, changed his direction instantly, and rushed into the alley again.

It was also at this moment that Tang Qi saw the figure of the "assailant" in midair.

It was a wolf-dog-like shadow, flying over at a speed that completely surpassed that of humans, and rushed into the alley without biting Tang Qi's feet, then kicked on the wall, and directly bit Tang Qi's neck.

Tang Qi could even see the extremely abnormal intertwined white teeth in the mouth of this huge wolf dog. In the gap between the teeth, there were some fresh shreds of meat and one or two black hairs. .

Human flesh!

Tang Qi's heart tightened, and at the same time, his killing intent was strong, and he was about to kill this vicious dog in mid-air.

But at this time again, there were bursts of "owing" sounds from outside the alley.

Immediately afterwards, there were wolf-shaped shadows, which were reflected by the street lights and approached quickly, and then Tang Qi saw seven or eight huge wolf dogs that were exactly the same as those that jumped in front of him, grinning, and the hair around the mouth was still covered with blood. The green eyes shone with a frightening light.

These terrifying things rushed towards Tang Qi at the same time.

"Am I stabbing a wolf's den?"

"Bang~ bang bang bang"

At the same time that this thought flashed in Tang Qi's heart, an exaggerated pistol like a hand cannon was already held in Tang Qi's hand.

The first one to "taste" it was naturally the wolf that almost bit Tang Qi's neck.

When there was a muffled sound and the smell of gunpowder filled the air, the head of the most ferocious giant wolf deformed instantly as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. It was hard enough to withstand the skull fired by a rifle at close range, but it could not resist the skull covered in gold. Flame bullets.

Like a rotten watermelon, it burst into pieces.

The rest of the giant wolves also couldn't avoid the fate of being headshot.

Although he has not been specially trained in marksmanship, he can't be as accurate as a sharpshooter.

However, when Tang Qi pulls the trigger of Blood Python No. 1, this extraordinary firearm will automatically adjust the front sight, and the coercion like a dragon's chant can make the monster fall into a state of shock, even if it is only half a second that is barely noticeable. Enough to turn them into cold corpses.

"Huh~"

In the alley, Tang Qi was holding the Blood Python No. 1, his breath was a little short, and he looked at the corpse of a giant wolf that was similar to a certain kind of Saarus wolfhound, but much bigger and more like a monster. His face was a little dignified, not because he had killed too much, but because Tang Qi finally found out at this time.

He made a big mistake.

"hum"

Tang Qi's eyes fell on the back of his hand, where the cold aura emanating from the mark of doom almost froze one of Tang Qi's hands.

The unimaginable premonition of crisis swept over like an erupting torrent.

At this moment, he felt malice, which was similar to when he faced the painter and these giant wolf monsters before.

However, it is more intense, more dangerous, and at the same time, the quantity is...beyond imagination.

"Lights that attract moths are lit, but not turned off in time."

"Or, did I underestimate the power of bad luck?"

While whispering, Tang Qi's thoughts were like a group of fiercely burning flames, which shrouded the imprint on the back of his hand fiercely. With a "chi", the brilliance of the imprint quickly dimmed amidst the gray and cold smoke rising, and it finally was closed.

But at this moment, Tang Qi looked at the entrance of the blood-soaked alley with a more solemn expression.

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