Slashing God: I am Kaguya's agent, starting with Sharingan

The red light in the eyes of the Ghost Face King dimmed at a very fast speed, and its head split in half from the middle!

He fell heavily.

And Zhao Kongcheng...

He also collapsed weakly.

Lin Qiye moved and stepped forward to support Zhao Kongcheng.

But there was a figure that was faster than him.

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry, I can save you."

Xiao Jin whispered in Zhao Kongcheng's ear.

Zhao Kongcheng just smiled, thinking that Xiao Jin didn't know that he used the "Ghost Guide", but he didn't say it to hit Xiao Jin's confidence.

"Xiao Xiao, you little brat, you are so capable. I know you are capable, and uncle believes in you."

"Lin Qiye." Zhao Kongcheng smiled but his face became paler and his voice was very weak.

Lin Qiye's figure trembled and walked over.

His eyes saw every injury on Zhao Kongcheng's body!

Not just running out of energy! A terrifying crack appeared at the heart!

It was devouring Zhao Kongcheng's vitality at a very fast speed!

That was the fatal injury caused by the 'Ghost Face King'!

"Zhao... Zhao Kongcheng, you are going to die."

"Hehehe..." Zhao Kongcheng showed a smug smile on his face.

But he coughed a few times while laughing, and no blood came out.

He had too little blood to cough out.

"Boy, is that knife I just used handsome?"

"Handsome... handsome!" Lin Qiye kept repeating.

He stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Kongcheng's body.

He shouted to Xiao Jin: "Didn't you join them too? Take him to get treatment!"

Xiao Jin looked at Lin Qiye's slightly red eyes and silently handed Zhao Kongcheng to him.

He raised his hands and radiated a gentle green light towards Zhao Kongcheng's chest.

"This is..." Lin Qiye was slightly stunned.

"Medical Ninjutsu."

Xiao Jin responded lightly.

He knew that this would only give Zhao Kongcheng a few more seconds, but he just wanted to do something.

Even though he knew that he could revive Zhao Kongcheng.

With the healing of medical ninjutsu, Zhao Kongcheng felt a little better, and his voice became more angry.

"Hey, I still have a cigarette in my pocket, can one of you help me light it..."

Zhao Kongcheng smacked his lips, and even the heavy rain could not moisten his dry lips.

Lin Qiye fumbled around Zhao Kongcheng after hearing the sound.

A cigarette soaked in rain and blood, and a crushed lighter were found by him.

Zhao Kongcheng let out a "fuck" and stretched his neck to hold the cigarette handed over by Lin Qiye.

He smacked a few times.

He cursed again.

"It's so fishy, ​​this is definitely not my blood!"

Bang!

A wisp of black flame suddenly ignited at the cigarette butt.

Zhao Kongcheng's eyes flashed, and he took several deep breaths.

He let out a long breath, and he relaxed a lot.

Looking at Xiao Jin, whose eyes were bleeding and had strange windmill shapes in them.

Zhao Kongcheng's weak voice came out of his mouth.

"Xiao Xiao, are you okay? I just lit a cigarette, and I won't smoke it if there is no fire. You look so scary when you bleed..."

Xiao Jin wiped the black blood from the corner of his eyes, and his eyes returned to normal. He shook his head and said softly.

"I'm fine, Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Kongcheng smiled and nodded, and his eyes suddenly became unclear.

"Then... I'm relieved."

The cigarette in his mouth fell weakly.

Zhao Kongcheng's body did not rise or fall, and his expression finally froze in a slightly stiff smile.

He died.

Lin Qiye's pupils shook violently, and a wave of sadness hit his body uncontrollably. He couldn't help but scream.

"Zhao Kongcheng!!!"

...

Hongying, who was rushing to the battlefield, was inexplicably panicked.

She bit her lips tightly and her eyes were red.

"No, Zhao Kongcheng will not be in trouble!"

She ran as fast as she could, but in the rain.

She saw two figures walking slowly.

Hongying stared at one of the figures, who was holding a familiar person in his hand.

Hongying's body trembled, and tears could not stop pouring out.

She ran forward with big strides.

"Report... Report, the watcher Zhao Kongcheng, in the battle with the ghost face king... sacrificed... sacrificed!"

The night rain was getting heavier.

The silent crying was drowned in this dark rainy night.

The raindrops, like stones falling, hit some people's hearts hard.

General Zhao, good night.

...

After a while.

Next to the low building, where Zhao Kongcheng had just been lying, a little black dog came and sniffed nearby.

He had a small cloth bag hanging around his neck, and it seemed that he had confirmed the location. The little black dog suddenly spoke in human language towards the place where Zhao Kongcheng was lying:

"Soul is back..."

Several minutes passed.

Still nothing happened.Life.

The little black dog widened his eyes and touched the cloth bag on his neck in a humane way.

It's not broken, why is there no reaction?

Where is Zhao Kongcheng's soul?

Could it be...

The little black dog thought of the pair of pure white eyes and trotted back to his home in the low building.

...

Peace Office.

Underground.

At this time, all the members of the Night Watch 136 team, Lin Qiye, Xiao Jin and eight others gathered together, either standing or sitting.

The scene exuded a strong atmosphere of sadness. No one spoke for a long time, and it was extremely heavy.

At this time, Wu Xiangnan suddenly looked at Xiao Jin.

"Xiao Jin, why did you burn the body of the Ghost Face King?"

Xiao Jin was stunned, and responded in a muffled voice: "Because the Ghost Face King killed Uncle Zhao, I was very angry."

"Did I do anything wrong?"

Wu Xiangnan frowned and shook his head, "It's not a big mistake, but are you telling the truth? Lao Zhao is just an ordinary person..."

"Wu Xiangnan!!" Hongying glared at him.

Angrily said: "What's wrong with Xiao Jin burning the body of the Ghost Face King! If I were here! I would also chop the body of the Ghost Face King into meat paste!"

"Hongying, you have to calm down!" Wu Xiangnan's face was tense, "Although Lao Zhao has awakened the super-high-risk forbidden ruins [Destroy Life Flash Moon], he has just awakened after all. To say that he killed the Ghost Face King alone..."

Wu Xiangnan looked at the terrifying Hongying with a gloomy face, and finally couldn't say it out loud.

Lin Qiye glanced at Wu Xiangnan coldly and said, "Zhao Kongcheng killed the Ghost Face King alone. I saw it with my own eyes."

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, too."

Xiao Jin echoed.

He felt that he was not lying. He did not let Bai Jue No. 2 hold back on Zhao Kongcheng. Zhao Kongcheng also chopped Bai Jue No. 2's head this time.

Both sides died together.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Zhao Kongcheng killed the Ghost Face King alone and killed Chuan Jing with the body of an ordinary person.

But Wu Xiangnan insisted on his own opinion and questioned Lin Qiye and Xiao Jin repeatedly.

Hongying slammed the door and left in anger!

It was Chen Muye who spoke up, so Wu Xiangnan stopped questioning.

Then, Lin Qiye became a reserve member of the Night Watch like Xiao Jin.

Wait for a month to participate in the one-year newcomer training.

Then, Wu Xiangnan and the other four and Hongying, who suddenly returned, took Lin Qiye to familiarize themselves with the surroundings.

Xiao Jin was left alone by Chen Muye.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Chen Muye tapped the wooden table with his pen, but his eyes were fixed on Xiao Jin.

"Xiao Jin."

"What's wrong, Captain."

"Don't have a problem with Xiangnan. He did it for you and Lin Qiye. Killing the Ghost Face King is a great achievement."

"Got it, Captain. I won't blame the deputy captain."

Xiao Jin knew the personalities of the people in Team 136, and he also knew Wu Xiangnan, a kind man who didn't like to show off.

But he was asked to admit that he killed the Ghost Face King...

Although it was true that he killed the Ghost Face King in advance, he deceived Zhao Kongcheng and Lin Qiye, and deceived Team 136, in order to predict the next plot...

If he took this credit, he would feel very uncomfortable.

And it would easily arouse the suspicion of Chen Muye and others.

He couldn't take this credit.

"So, did you kill the Ghost Face King?"

Chen Muye stared at the wooden table absentmindedly and asked casually, as if he didn't care about Xiao Jin's answer.

Xiao Jin still answered no.

Chen Muye's eyes slowly focused, sighed, took out his mobile phone and made a call:

"Cremate Lao Zhao..."