The Old Gods Are Whispering

In the dark corridor, Shuweng's breathing was rapid, and he couldn't tell whether it was panic or excitement.

"Butcher, this is actually a butcher! How dare he come to assassinate Supreme!"

He covered his mouth and tried his best to suppress his emotions, but he still showed a frenzied smile.

Especially when the butcher jumped up and clenched his fists, and then fell straight into the mud.

Shuweng seemed to see himself back then!

"Yes, that's it! Supreme mighty! Hahahaha!"

The next moment, the butcher vomited blood again, and was sent flying with a bang.

The bookman was excited and cheered, "Okay! Let's do it again! Yes! Well done!"

He didn't know why he was so happy.

To give an inappropriate example, when you are late for school in the morning and are punished by the teacher to stand up, you will definitely feel uncomfortable with a straight face, but if you stand for five minutes, you suddenly find that the unlucky fellow at the same table also recites When you hurried in with your schoolbag, the corners of your mouth would rise unconsciously.

Shuweng is in such a mood now.

From the beginning to the end, the black-haired boy didn't even move, and the butcher was already in a panic, running away.

He even scolded the sixth child while running.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that there are mentally handicapped people like me in this world! I am not alone!"

The bookman laughed and leaned back and forth until the doors on the left and right opened.

The old man and the old lady were holding two kitchen knives and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

The bookman restrained his smile, hurriedly ran out, dodged into a dark corner, and murmured to himself: "The butcher actually committed the same stupidity as me, using the power of the Supreme to assassinate the Supreme? I laughed so hard, It seems that I can't be blamed for my lack of vision, who would have thought that the supreme one would be out of trouble?"

"Wait a minute, the butcher dared to call the supreme being the sixth child just now, didn't he want to live? Hey, he probably didn't realize who he was facing? Heh, it seems that I am the smarter."

He muttered: "Speaking of which, the Supreme One only gave my teacher and me a drop of the blood of the ancient gods last time. When did he transform into a butcher? It's really creepy to think about it. We don't know when he escaped from the trap, nor did he know who he was. When did the butcher transform... Supreme, it's really unfathomable."

Thinking of this, he darkened his face again.

"Only an idiot like the teacher thinks that the mausoleum can trap the Supreme Being and make me a slave too. Ah bah, how can such a stupid person deserve to be my teacher?"

Shuweng snorted coldly: "Stupid pharmacist!"

Suddenly, the roar of the engine came from a distance, probably the people from the Aether Association had arrived.

"I have to leave quickly, so as not to be discovered by them."

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An invisible force pushed away the four cars blocking the long street, making a muffled noise.

Five black Land Rover vehicles stopped on the side of the street. Members of the security team got out of the car with assault rifles and explosion-proof shields, blocked the scene according to the tactical formation, and guarded the surrounding area.

On the roofs in all directions, snipers from the Overlord Path have been deployed to monitor the surroundings with eagle eyes.

Fengcheng is now on red alert, because the Qilin Fairy Palace is about to appear, people from all over the world who have ideas about it will come to share a piece of the pie, and the peace and order in the past will definitely be broken.

In this special period, it is not surprising what happened in Fengcheng.

But you're in a downtown area, in an area closely monitored by the Eye of Horus, and that's a little too much.

boom.

The car door was thrown open, and Lu Zijin jumped out of the car. She still had black hair loose, wearing a beige lace-trimmed Lolita dress, paired with transparent white stockings, and black leather shoes.

There is also a pink bow on the top of the head.

It looks like an exquisite porcelain doll, a delicate and lovely Sankeng girl.

"Minister, there is only one living sublimator on this street."

Chen Qing also came out of the car, and saw blood dripping from her lips, dust on her delicate makeup, blood on her suit and skirt, and the heels of her high-heeled shoes were all broken, as if she had been seriously injured.

However, her mental state was very full, as if she was a normal person.

"Chen Qing! The play needs to be more realistic! You have already been severely injured, how can you still use your abilities?" Lu Zicheng got out of the car tremblingly, bleeding from all seven orifices, and there were bloodstains all over the long windbreaker.

The parrot on the shoulder is also listless.

Lu Zijin glanced at his younger brother, and said angrily, "Do you think you look good? It's the same as getting Parkinson's. Now that the people from the trial court haven't come, there's no need to pretend like this. I temporarily blocked Taixu."

Lu Zicheng immediately returned to normal, pouted: "Did you say it earlier?"

Chen Qing suddenly said: "Front."

A total of twelve corpses were lined up on the street, like salted fish.

Neatly basking in the light.

Two of them had their bodies separated, but they were still put together.

Gu Jianlin was sitting on the car with blown tires, looking down at his cell phone, very calm.

After seeing everyone coming, he raised his head and said lightly, "Here we are."

He pointed to the corpses on the ground: "Collect the corpses, how much merit do these people count?"

Everyone looked at the twelve corpses lined up one by one. Although they knew that their ranks were not high, they still had an unusually strange impact when they were neatly placed here, and they were shocked and speechless for a while.

The bald parrot flapped its wings and hovered in mid-air: "Fill the cup! Someone is filling the cup! I won't say who it is!"

"Second level, Shao Commander."

Chen Qing looked at the young man, with strange pure white in his eyes, opened the unique mysterious vision of the Witch Path, and murmured: "He has advanced, and he has just advanced."

Lu Zicheng lowered his head, glanced at the charred ground, picked up some dust on the ground, put it on his lips and sniffed carefully: "Sister, it's a dark shock, and its power is not normal."

His face changed, and he murmured: "These people... I'm afraid he killed them alone."

When the people around heard this, they all showed expressions of horror.

A second rank killed twelve of the same rank!

The most important thing is that Gu Jianlin didn't even have a drop of blood on him.

Lu Zijin squinted her beautiful eyes, with a playful smile on her lips, and walked over unhurriedly.

"You are Gu Jianlin?"

A sweet smile bloomed on her face: "Do you know me?"

When Gu Jianlin saw her for the first time, he was stunned.

The external features are very distinct. Lolita's appearance and Miss Yu's voice make her look cute and cute, but she has the profound bearing of a superior person, especially the majesty in her eyes. This is a weird complex.

The appearance is so familiar, it seems to be a bit like someone he knows.

He quickly made a personality portrait in his mind.

Behind, Chen Qingzhu's lips moved slightly, and she said three words in lip language: "Minister Lu."

Lu Zicheng also gestured with his lips, and quickly gestured: "This is my sister, please don't say the wrong thing!"

Gu Jianlin hesitated for a second, then looked at the pretty girl in front of him again, and realized something.

Lu Zicheng is in his twenties this year.

As for Lu Zijin, who is his elder sister, and has worked in Fengcheng District for many years, she must be older.

So he said politely, "Hello, Auntie."

The scene fell into a strange silence, and the expressions of the investigators from the association changed.

Lu Zicheng pretended not to see anything, silently turned his head aside.

Chen Qing covered her face and sighed faintly.

Lu Zijin's smile froze on his face, and his voice suddenly raised: "A... Aunt?"

There are still 8,000 words, continue to write, it is not comfortable, so the efficiency is a bit slow...