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I was unarmed, and the wooden clothes hanger was quickly cut into pieces by Zimao's sword. His state was very abnormal, as if his eyes were red and he had completely lost his mind.

"I want to kill you to avenge my brother, and only by killing you will Lu Xing not kill me. You must die, you must die!" Zi Mao was talking nonsense and was crazy.

Saliva mixed with blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, but he didn't seem to notice it at all, and kept shouting attacks with his mouth open.

I barely managed to parry, grabbing anything in the room to resist. He rushed at me like a mad dog, and the tip of the knife pierced my eyes. My body was forced into a corner, and I could only take the attack forcefully.

Using my chasing eyes to see clearly Zimao's movements, I saw the right opportunity and grabbed his knife-holding arm with both hands.

"Die!" The tip of the knife was approaching downwards. Even with my two hands, I couldn't compete with Zi Mao. His strength was too great, and he didn't look like a human at all.

I kicked the ground and kicked him hard in the abdomen. If an ordinary person received this kick, he would squat on the ground holding his stomach and not be able to get up for a long time.

But nothing happened to Zi Mao. More blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The expression on his face was ferocious and terrifying. His eyes were full of hatred and determination, but there was no pain or hesitation.

"Get away!"

The tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to my eyes. I tried to kick Zimao away several times, but he didn't move at all. His lower body was as stable as a big tree with roots.

"Stop struggling, just go and die!" Zimao bit his lip with his silver teeth, and his chin was wet with blood. He looked like an evil ghost, smiling strangely and holding the handle of the knife with both hands.

The force coming from the sword suddenly increased. Even if I tried my best, I couldn't resist. In my eyes, the pupils shrank to a point, and the fatal tip of the sword was right in front of me!

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, the bed board was lifted, the lights in the room flickered on and off, and the long black hair in the shadows crawled quickly on the floor like a water monster in a deep lake, and instantly entangled with Zi Mao's body.

"What?!" He was shocked. He never thought that there was a ghost hidden in the house.

The black hair tightly strangled his wrists, neck, and joints, preventing him from continuing to swing the sharp knife.

"The ghost's vagina! How could you have such a thing?!" Zi Mao reacted strongly. He was only a few centimeters away from being able to kill his enemy with his own hands.

A black eyeball rolled to my side, and the ghost took action. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the black eyeball, and leaned against the wall. My body was already soaked in cold sweat.

It was so thrilling, my chest heaved and I gasped.

"If you have a destiny to help me, do you think I can't do anything to you? Gao Jian, I will kill you today!" Zi Mao stood out and slashed his wrist with a knife. The blade was wet with blood. He practiced the Buddhist Heart Technique. The blood contains karma, and coupled with the corresponding incantation mudra, a Buddha's voice actually came out from the sword.

The sound was so loud that even the security guards patrolling outside the building could hear the noise.

"The mantra to kill sins! Chi, Tuo, Jia, hey!"

"The mantra to destroy crime! Chi, Tuo, Sha, ah!"

Two consecutive Buddhist mantras resounded through the hut, and bits of golden light emerged from the bright red blood. Zimao did not use other magic weapons or talismans. With only two mantras, the black hair of the fate ghost wrapped around him collapsed. open.

The restraint of ghosts by Buddhist mantras is even more obvious than that by Taoist talismans. Taoists also have theories about raising ghosts, taming ghosts, exorcising ghosts, and taming ghosts. Buddhism is much simpler and uses forbidden methods to kill.

The black hair collapsed, and the ghost was seriously injured in just one blow.

"You are too naive if you want to use a ghost to deal with me." He stood in the center of the room with a sword in hand, blood flowing with golden light, and the sound of Buddha shrouding him. He was obviously an evil ghost crawling out of the eighteenth level of hell, but he looked sanctimonious, as if he was subduing a demon. A hermit monk who slays demons.

"Master, save him, please save him quickly." Lu Tianxiao hugged Wang Erjun's lifeless body, pointed at me and cursed: "The murderer is the devil, he is the murderer!"

My image at this time does not look like a good person. Three ghost figures stand behind me, and the yin energy turns into black hair rolling on the ground, hovering around me. This appearance is almost consistent with the image of a villain in a horror movie.

Originally, things had gotten out of control once the quilt had crossed her arms, but now the woman started shouting again, and the security guards outside were rushing to the villa quickly. The place would be surrounded in ten minutes at most, and it would be even harder to escape by then.

Zimao Jiedao had the Buddhist mantra in his hand, but I could not kill the ghost guardian in a short time. The two of them were in a stalemate in the house, and no one dared to act rashly.

The clock was ticking, and the woman holding Wang Erjun wanted to drag his body aside, but the old man seemed to have not finished enjoying the pleasure of revenge. As soon as the body moved, the black hair immediately wrapped around the woman's hands.

"Help!" She couldn't pull the black hair off her arm. She was so frightened that she ignored Wang Erjun's body and jumped to Zi Mao's side. She even held Zi Mao's arm tightly: "Master, help. Me! I’ll give you whatever money you want!”

"Stay away from him!" I saw the woman gripping Zimao's arm, and I was shocked. The lunatic had completely lost his mind. To seek help from him was to seek death.

Not only did the woman not believe what I said, but she hugged her tighter. She squeezed Zimao's thin forearms with her plump breasts, then glared at me and said fiercely: "You killed brother Jun and you still want to deceive me. You monster!"

"Monster?" I laughed angrily and said nothing.

Lu Tian smiled when I didn't speak, thinking that I was afraid of Zi Mao. This shrew became even more unscrupulous: "Master, kill him quickly. How much money you want is negotiable. Brother Jun can't die in vain!"

Zi Mao's face was cold. His delicate face was originally handsome and flawless, but he didn't know what kind of forbidden drugs he had taken. At this time, blood vessels bulged on his fair face: "Relax."

When Lu Tianxiao heard Zi Mao's words, she thought it was interesting. Instead of letting go, she tightened her grip: "Master, you can do whatever you want."

"Get out!" Zi Mao waved his hand and pushed the woman away. The bright lights outside the window kept shining, and even the sound of police sirens sounded.

He was even more impatient than me: "You must die, Gao Jian, you must die today!"

His eyes were bloodshot, as if someone had given him an order, and he kept repeating these two sentences.

Zimao took one step forward and began to launch an endless attack on me, but this time there was help from a ghost. Black hair in the shadows occasionally wrapped around Zimao's body, which greatly reduced his threat to me.

"You can't kill me." I was equally anxious. I was the murderer who indirectly killed Wang Erjun, and there was a witness at the scene - Lu Tianxiao. If I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in the police station, I would only Take the time to escape.

Zimao's Buddhist mantra was extremely harmful to the fate ghost, and his black hair continued to shrink. After fighting several times, the thread of Yin Qi that could have enveloped the entire room now only extended a foot away around me.

"If I don't kill you today, I will be killed by Lu Xing when I go back. I have no other choice!" Zi Mao held the sword in his backhand and suddenly jumped next to Lu Tianxiao.

"Don't you want me to avenge your husband?"

"Master, please, kill that devil!"

"No problem, but I want to ask you to borrow something first." Zi Mao's face full of raised blood vessels looked very scary under the light.

"W-what?"

Lu Tianxiao instinctively felt that something was wrong, and she retreated towards the corner, but was caught by the quilt: "Don't be afraid, I moved very quickly, you won't feel the pain at all, and it was over in a flash, only a few seconds. "

"What are you going to do? Don't come here, don't come here!" Lu Tianxiao then realized something was wrong. She waved her hands like a cornered wild cat and used her nails to dig out wounds on Zi Mao's face, but even I No one with basic fighting skills can be a match for Zimao, let alone she is a weak woman.

The Jie Dao is stabbed directly into the woman's body, while Zimao holds the knife with her backhand. The wounds caused by holding the knife in this way are usually penetrating wounds. The wound area is not large, but the fatality rate is extremely high.

Zi Mao pierced the woman's stomach, and what was even crazier was that he bit Lu Tianxiao's neck. After drinking the warm and fresh blood, his eyes were completely filled with red.

"Gao Jian, you must die!" He pounced again, and his speed increased to a higher level. Even if I used the tracking eye, it would be difficult to catch his movements.

"What a mad dog." I rushed to the balcony. I couldn't care about anything at this time. I didn't even dare to look back. I stepped on the edge of the balcony and jumped onto the external unit of the air conditioner. Then I jumped directly from the external unit to the long A yard full of flowers and grass.