Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

In the dark night, Wucheng regained its calm.

But Lin's Manor is destined to be restless.

Even more tragic than usual.

Lin Wannian even took out his serial weapons, but still lost to the United Transcendent team.

Almost everyone in the United Transcendent team was furious. After gaining an overwhelming advantage, they even gave up their supernatural attacks and directly slashed at the opponent with swords and axes, venting their inner anger.

Many times, humans could clearly win in the battle against the Mysteries, but in the end they paid a heavy price because of some traitors.

Therefore, sometimes, human beings' resentment towards traitors even exceeds the mystery itself.

However, the great completion caused by ignoring the rules has caused some people to lose their bottom line. Even if they know that they will be cut into pieces, they still cannot resist the temptation in front of them.

Therefore, even though the pillar of shame is full of people, there are still people who regard it as a shortcut.

Lin Wannian was lying in a pool of blood, his mouth trembling slightly, his eyes gradually blurred, and a voice as thin as a mosquito's fly came from his mouth. If you can read lips, you can tell that he only said two words. :Run quickly.

An unknown alley in Wucheng is narrow and cramped, filled with the smell of sewerage.

Lin Zihao pulled Yang Qian tightly and buried his body in a pile of garbage.

The indescribable stench filled every nerve of the two of them.

Yang Qian couldn't help but vomited several times, but Lin Zihao pushed her back hard.

vomit

Yang Qian fainted due to double nausea, which also saved him from a lot of sensory pain.

"Where is the person? Did you see her? I saw her run into this alley with my own eyes."

"Look, dig three feet into the ground to find that kid, otherwise I will be sorry for so many people who died."

"Yes, we must find him."

"On your side, you three, if anyone finds it, send a signal immediately."

Lin Zihao didn't even dare to breathe too hard. It wasn't until those people walked away that he breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he took a breath, the layered stench penetrated his nostrils, almost making him vomit.

He endured it desperately, pinching the tiger's mouth fiercely, using the soreness to relieve the pain in his sense of smell.

I don't know how long it took, but in Lin Zihao's consciousness, this period of time was unprecedentedly long, until there was no human voice for a long time.

Lin Zihao carefully pulled Yang Qian out of the garbage pile.

At this time, Yang Qian had woken up. She broke away from Lin Zihao's hand and said with tears on her face: "Cousin, I am just a burden. You can run away and leave me alone."

"No, how can I leave you and escape alone."

"Lin Zihao, do you have to make your words so clear? It's you they want to kill, not me."

Lin Zihao didn't trust his ears. What was she talking about?

"What did you say?"

"Cousin, I don't want to die, please, please let me go?"

Yang Qian really cried this time, and she didn't care about the slop on her face, she wiped her face and begged.

"Okay, are you going to betray me too?"

Lin Zihao's expression gradually became sinister.

"It is indeed me they want to kill, but what did I do wrong? I don't know anything. I was still guarding those ordinary people yesterday. What do the things the old man did have to do with me?"

Lin Zihao's expression was ferocious and terrifying, despair and anger filled every nerve in him, and completely exploded the moment Yang Qian said let her go.

He tried his best to suppress his voice, but the intense emotional fluctuations still made a strange noise, and the sound of footsteps could be heard faintly in the distance.

Yang Qian's expression became even more frightened. She finally couldn't bear it anymore and howled loudly: "We are here, Lin Zihao is here."

"Damn, bitch."

Lin Zihao waved his right hand, and a wind blade slashed across Yang Qian's neck.

Yang Qian looked at Lin Zihao in disbelief, making a squeaking sound in her mouth, and fell down weakly.

Lin Zihao pushed Yang Qian away and ran with all his wind skills.

The footsteps suddenly became denser when Yang Qian shouted, and several figures chased after her.

Although Lin Zihao was extremely fast, he was not faster than those high-level Transcendents. Soon he was surrounded by several people.

"ah"

Lin Zihao roared, and Feng Yin launched with all his strength. Before he could disperse, several spiritual attacks fell on him.

The body that had not yet become invisible was instantly blasted to pieces, and even the half of the body that had successfully become invisible fell to the ground.

Above the sky, Cang Wu took Qin Fan to look at Lin Zihao who was surrounded by everyone, and then left in a daze.

If you want to blame, you can only go underground and blame his father.

Wucheng, after experiencing another catastrophe, although it was devastated, fortunately it was not destroyed. It retained the fire, and given time, it can continue to exert light and heat for mankind.

Early the next morning, Qin Fan immediately rushed to Wucheng Funeral Home, where Xu Hui's farewell ceremony would be held today.

He wanted to give it a try.

When he arrived, Murong Xue and others were already waiting there.

"Why are you here too?"

Fu Nanren wanted to laugh proudly, but suddenly felt that this was not the right time to laugh. He quickly said with a straight face: "That's what Goddess Murong said."

A complicated expression flashed across Murong Xue's face, and she said slowly: "Xiao Fanzi, don't think too much. If Sister Xu is still here, she doesn't want you to be so sad."

Qin Fan shook his head. He just wanted to see Xu Hui off. As for the sadness, he had left it to yesterday.

People always have to look forward.