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Jiang Fei suddenly lost control, and Jiang Tou Shi was caught off guard and suffered a big loss.

The organs warmed by essence and blood were chopped into pieces by Jiang Fei, the intestines and stomach were tattered, and blood oozed from the lower abdomen of the descending master. The baby mummy also spit out a mouthful of black stuff, as if it had been severely injured.

"How is it possible! How could she get rid of the control of the head-down master!" The head-down master was at his weakest at this time. His organs were warm and maintained in the inner coffin, his body was in meditation, and his mind was separated from the body and attached to the mummy of the dead god.

Three people in one body seem to have a firm control over the entire scene. In fact, as long as there is a flaw in one link, his plan will not proceed normally.

His internal organs were destroyed and his vitality was severely damaged. It was difficult to control the minds of four people at the same time. I obviously felt that the strength on my back was greatly reduced. Two patients let go of their hands and froze in place, as if they didn't know what they were doing. What.

"Opportunity!" I put my palm on the ground, my other hand touched the chain around my waist, turned over and strangled the patient's neck, rolled on the spot and pressed him under me.

The scalpel that touched the ground was aimed at his thigh artery, and blood flowed out. I got up from the ground and pounced on the baby's mummy like an agile cheetah.

The mind was trapped in the baby's corpse, and the head-dropping master would not be able to return to his true form for a while. When he saw me coming with a knife full of murderous intent, he immediately screamed, bit off the root of his tongue, and forced out a trace of blood: "Create something out of nothing, Gongbi Parents, all ghosts and gods are disgusted. I am the one who gave birth to you. I have this order, and the ghosts and spirits of children will descend!"

With no spellcasting tools in hand, the head-dropping master simply used the corpse of the dead child prodigy as a medium to launch a spiritual descent.

His thoughts were like a sharp blade piercing into my altar, and my legs softened and I fell to my knees, surrounded by boundless darkness.

There was only a scary child ghost crawling toward me in my field of vision. It got closer and closer, crawled in front of me, in front of my eyes, and then tried to get into my head.

"roll!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, on the spiritual platform, a faint voice came.

Although there was only one word, it was said in a precise manner. The child ghost that was about to get into my head was so frightened that it urinated, and the wind seemed to run away backwards.

"Who are you?"

…

When my thoughts returned, I realized that I was sweating all over my body, and there was a horizontal death line on my nose that couldn't be wiped off!

The situation just now was hundreds of times more dangerous than imagined. If the voice in the spiritual platform had not come to rescue me, I might have been killed.

"What?!" The head-dropping master's reaction was even greater than mine. He tried his best to bring his mind back to his body after his vitality was severely injured. He vomited three large mouthfuls of blood before he stood up straight: "What is hidden in your body? Can you say "hehe" Tuotonggui broke my spirit and descended upon me?!"

The head-dropping master looked full of surprise and suspicion. First, his internal organs were destroyed, and only 50% of his body's skills were left. Then he forced himself to perform a spiritual surrender, and was counterattacked by the broken skills. Now he may not be able to use even 10% of his skills.

"Do you think I will tell you? Old dog! Today is the day you die!" I narrowly escaped death and stood with a knife!

The head-lowering master's face was gloomy, and there was still one-third of the incense at his feet: "Although my strength is not as good as before, I am not a threat to a small shrimp like you."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took out a doll made of braided hair. "I was seriously injured. I can only barely control my mind now, but that's enough!"

He stabbed the doll's chest with a silver needle: "Put the knife on your own neck!"

The head-lowering master gave an inexplicable order. When I looked back, I was shocked to see Jiang Fei standing in the blood coffin pressing a sharp scalpel on her snow-white neck.

Three-thirds of the way into her flesh, the blood slid down her smooth skin to her chest.

"Jiang Fei..."

The head-dropping master smiled strangely: "She must be the person you love most. If you take one more step forward, I will let her commit suicide immediately!"

Holding the knife, I slowly lowered my raised hand.

Jiang Fei is not my favorite person, and I even hate her a little, but I can't do anything to let her die in front of me.

After all, if it hadn't been for her just now, I might have been fed the blood of the dead god's corpse.

"What do you want to do?" I looked straight at the master, trying to calm down my head.

"Throw the knife away first, and then I'll tell you what to do next."

The bright silver scalpel fell on the floor tiles, and the sound was very clear.

I threw the knife far away into the corner, blinked toward the door, and raised my hands: "Then what?"

"Keep this position and don't move." The head-officer stayed at the side of the incense burner. At this time, only one-fifth of the incense stick was left.

He picked up the puppet in his hand and silently recited the incantation. The vertical line in Jiang Fei's eyes that represented the lowered head deepened in color. He walked out of the blood coffin, picked up another knife and came to my side.

"Tsk, tsk, it's such a scene of separation and death. I like to see the beauty you longed for turn into pieces, just like smashing expensive antiques with force. It feels really good!" The head-down master glanced at the almost burned out Xiang, ordered Jiang Fei: "Put the knife into this man's stomach! If he dares to resist, you will cut off his neck immediately!"

I stood there without moving, looking into Jiang Fei's eyes, watching her tears fall down her eyes. At this moment, I finally understood why the woman in the underground cell was crying and smiling flatteringly at the same time.

Jiang Fei's hand holding the knife kept shaking. She struggled to stand in front of me and wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

"Put the knife into this man's belly!" The head-dropping master took out the silver needle and stabbed it into the chest of the puppet again. Jiang Fei's eyes slowly turned red, and the hand holding the knife also raised.

"Gao Jian, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The sharp scalpel reflected my calm face. I couldn't hear her shouting in my heart, and I didn't prepare to dodge.

The knife fell, and complex emotions appeared on Jiang Fei's face, while the master on the other side let out a sinister laugh: "This is just the beginning, I want her to dismember you bit by bit! Even if you die, I’m going to make you a little devil too!”

In the incense burner at his feet, there was only a little bit of incense left, and the lingering smoke became lighter. The head-dropping master seemed to be glad that he had escaped certain death, and his way of celebrating was to torture others and build his own happiness. On top of the pain of others.

"No!"

The tip of the knife scratched the skin on my chest, but it didn't penetrate deeply. Jiang Fei's hand holding the knife was shaking violently. Her lips turned purple and she looked at my face stubbornly: "Quickly go!"

Saying two words was the limit of what she could do.

"Can you actually withstand it? Then I'll give you a few more needles!" The head-dropping master was hysterical. He took out four more silver needles from his clothes and prepared to pierce the doll's limbs respectively.

Just when he was concentrating on casting a spell to pierce the silver needle, and when Jiang Fei was struggling, no one in the ward noticed that a small figure picked up the knife I threw in the corner.

His walking voice is very soft, and his hand holding the knife is very steady. He is not old, but he knows where to insert the knife into the human body to achieve a fatal blow!

He is the son of the devil, he is the product of tragedy, and his name is Song Xiaofeng.

The sharp blade penetrated the skin, passed through the flesh and blood, passed through the muscles and bones, and pierced the beating heart!

The head-dropping master who was still casting the spell turned his head with all his strength. He saw a silly child slowly pulling out the knife from his heart!

Unable to speak, blood gushed out of his throat first, and the master fell headfirst. His eyes stared at the incense burner, just in time to see the last bit of incense burnt out.

"I am the god of death, and I am destined to suffer calamity. I will be hanged at the first encounter, and beheaded at the second encounter. Tonight is the day of the second encounter..."

Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded, it’s not that they won’t be repaid, the time has not yet come!

The fallen Jiangtou Master was hacked by Song Xiaofeng, and all the hatred he had suppressed in his heart was released at this moment.

The air in the ward seemed no longer solemn, and the knife in Jiang Fei's hand stopped at my chest, piercing two inches into my flesh.

The red rope of marriage was broken, and her face looked strange when she looked at me. She was silent for a long time, and then she murmured: "Why don't you hide?"

I didn't answer. I was covered with stab wounds. I had been running around all night. The wounds on my palms had already festered. I was crushed by fatigue.

The moment I saw Song Xiaofeng succeed, I couldn't hold it any longer.

With a faint smile on his lips, he sat down on the ground.

As early as Jiang Fei chopped into the Jiangtou master's internal organs, I started planning to use myself as bait to let Song Xiaofeng take action, one light and one dark, one false and one true.

Looking at Song Xiaofeng who was still venting his anger on the body of the master, I felt a little sad: "The person who seems to be the most stupid may be the smartest one, but I don't know how long this child has been waiting for this day."