The Ninth Secret Bureau

What is it like to be angry?

Chen Xian has a deep understanding of this.

Before meeting Mu He, Chen Xian seldom got angry. In the words of others, he is a standard Buddhist youth. He has a heinous peace of mind. It seems that he will not get angry when he encounters anything until Mu He appears..... .

Seeing Mu He grabbing rice with his hands, Chen Xian would be angry.

Chen Xian would also be angry when he saw Mu He dirty the clothes he had finally washed clean.

Chen Xian would still be angry when he saw that Mu He was disobedient and had to squeeze into a bed with him.

Chen Xian felt that he became angry often, but he had never scolded Mu He because of these things. At most, he only said that she calmed down a few words. He was secretly depressed for a while and the anger disappeared until Chen Xian saw it. After Mu He was covered with bruises in his arms, he knew that those were not angry, even if he was driven into desperation by those abnormal beings before, the so-called anger was just a change of superficial emotions.

Really angry.

Real anger.

It should be like this now.

Chen Xian slowly raised his head blankly and looked at the giant fist that Taishan hit him on top of the top. Instead of dodge or dodge, he stepped forward, and almost instantly moved to the dead corner of the Yellow Turban warrior’s attack range. When the angry yellow turban warrior had time to resist, he opened his mouth wide like a beast that had lost his mind. His eyes were flushed and bitten on the yellow turban warrior's leg with one bite, and he tore off a half-meter-long piece of rotten flesh.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Amid the screams of the yellow-turbaned man, Chen Xian had already ran out from beside him holding Mu He, and in just a few moments he came to Lu Yisheng, who was a few tens of meters away.

"Old...Boss...Are you okay?" Lu Yisheng was uncomfortable talking.

Not only did Chen Xian not die but also came out to turn the tide. This really excites Lu Yisheng, and it also gives him the feeling that he will be blessed if he survives a catastrophe, but Chen Xian at this moment makes him feel a little strange, even scared. .

Although Chen Xian's bloodshot eyes couldn't see the slightest mood swing, Lu Yisheng could clearly feel... the extremely dangerous aura that Chen Xian exudes, he felt that what was standing in front of him was not Chen Xian is a monster who can't wait to tear everything in front of him to pieces!

"Help me look at her." Chen Xian spoke in a gentle tone, which was inconsistent with his dangerous aura, as if another person was talking, "She has a fractured right arm, try not to move her and let her lie here. Just fine."

"Ah...good!" Lu Yisheng nodded his head hurriedly, speaking cautiously, "Boss... are you okay?"

Chen Xian didn't say a word, just nodded and said softly.

"You rest in peace, I'll kill it."

At this moment, Lu Yisheng also discovered the changes in Chen Xian.

If every stranger is a whirlpool that can attract yin and yang on his own, then Chen Xian at this moment is one of the most exaggerated among those "vortices" that Lu Yisheng has ever seen. The countless yin and yang are attracted by him. The air peeled off, pouring into his body like a torrent...If Chen Xian before was just a lake where Yin and Yang could flow slowly, then he is now an invisible deep ocean. .

When Lu Yisheng discovered this, his heart was even more horrified. He only felt that Chen Xian now was completely different from before, and the involuntary aura was so powerful that it made people fearful. Special-level members of the bureau, or those who are in the religious lineage...Compared with the current boss, that's just the case, isn't it? ?

When Chen Xian turned and left, Lu Yisheng also noticed another thing that made him puzzled.

The pool is empty.

That's right, it's empty.

All the unknown black liquid in the pool before disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, and there was not even the slightest trace left, just like a pool that has dried up for many years. The place you see is full of sand and dust. When the wind blows by. , A piece of dust will rise in the pool...

Where are those black water? ?

Did it flow away from the vortex that appeared before? ? ?

Lu Yisheng couldn't understand it, but he didn't have the energy to think about it, because there were more important things that needed his attention.

"The current you... is not as good as your master..." Chen Xian walked past the eyes of the yellow-turbaned warrior, picked up the trembling saw blade, and wiped it with his sleeve. Wiping the blood on the back of the knife, "I thought you could grow your hands back in an instant... It seems that I think too much..."

Returning to the master's hands, the crazy tremor of the saw blade gradually stopped, but the blood flowing from the back of the blade never stopped. Instead, there was a certain change that even Chen Xian could not understand.

The blood turned black.

Like spoiled blood that has been corrupted for many years, the foul smell continues to spread in the underground caves, and this change is more like an infectious disease, and the blood that has flowed to the ground before has also been infected and changed color.

They are like the most filthy existence in the world. The sticky and slippery "body" exudes an unknown stench, turning this area into a real dirty place, and Chen Xian is the owner of this dirty place. .

"This is what you really are..." Chen Xian murmured, as if reuniting with an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years, gently wiping the blade with his cuff, "I haven't used you well before... ...Try it now..."

As soon as the voice fell, Chen Xian's figure disappeared from the yellow turban warrior's sight instantly, and when he appeared again, he was in front of the yellow turban warrior.

I saw Chen Xian leaping up with the saw blade, starting from the chest of the yellow-scarf warrior, and slashing it down, like an experienced surgeon, from the chest to the abdomen, and pulled it out from the yellow-scarf warrior’s body. An extremely perfect surgical line.

The wound burst and cracked, and the rotting internal organs rushed out of the yellow-turbaned warrior's body, like a **** rainstorm in the crypt, countless fishy and pungent organs fell on the ground one after another, giving off wealth Rhythm does not contain the sound of a peculiar melody.

This picture, which should have made people all over the body, reveals a strange beauty at this moment.

Standing in this **** "torrential rain" Chen Xian was like a downright gentleman who had forgotten to bring an umbrella. He came out of the rainstorm a little eagerly, and the smelly blood dripped on him, covering his figure. Dimly, looking as unreal as the person in the painting.

The reason why he seemed a little anxious when he went out was because he foresaw what would happen next.

Amidst the miserable howl, the seemingly invincible body of the Yellow Turban Warrior collapsed. If Chen Xian did not get out of it in time, then he would be crushed by the Yellow Turban Warrior, or even squeezed. Into the open abdominal cavity.

The strength of the yellow turban warrior is very strong, even the current Chen Xian is not as good as it.

But Chen Xian was very clever. He didn't give the yellow turban great man a chance at all, nor did he intend to give him a chance to fight back.

When the yellow turban warrior fell to the ground, Chen Xian flashed onto its back in an instant.

"You should be different from those ordinary anomalous beings... I should have thought about it before... the clay figure thrown by your master... that is a magic weapon and a medium. Huh?" Chen Xian muttered to himself, raising his hand to split the back of the head of the yellow turban warrior, then stretched his arm in and took it out slowly, "You are a creature that uses a medium to accumulate energy to manifest..... .So you have the ability to heal yourself..."

As Chen Xian said, the yellow turban warrior possesses a self-healing power that is not weaker than that of the old man, but after the old man is eliminated by Chen Xian, this self-healing power is also weakened a bit, at least it will not stop the vitality in an instant. Elapsed, the recovery speed after injury is not as fast as before.

Of course, this is not to say that the yellow towel warrior has lost its self-healing power. Its self-healing power has only been weakened but has not disappeared. Give it a certain amount of time and it can repair itself as well as before.

Chen Xian is not an adventurous person.

It's like fighting a lunatic mad dog. If you want to fight it, you must seize the opportunity to kill it, or you will get a bite by it sooner or later.

Accompanied by the scalp numb grunt, Chen Xian slowly pulled out his arm from the brain tissue of the yellow-turbaned warrior, and he held a muddy figure covered with mucus in his hand.

Before the yellow turban warrior began to resist, Chen Xian threw the clay figure high like a baseball, and then slammed it with a saw blade in both hands, directly smashing it to pieces.

The yellow towel warrior panicked.

Even if it doesn't have much IQ, it knows that the clay figure is its fate.

"The self-healing power has disappeared?" Chen Xian asked curiously, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes became more obvious, and the calm tone when speaking was even more daunting, "It's me if I disappear."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xian raised the saw blade in his hand, using it completely as a hammer, and hitting the yellow-turbaned man on the head again and again.

"Boom!"

Chen Xian didn't say a word from start to finish, and it was terrifyingly quiet, and his deep hatred for the yellow turban warrior was even more vented by him in the midst of flying flesh and blood.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"