Chapter 317 The Devil Must Die(1/2)
Dead.
This woman named Qiqi.
A woman who once smiled sweetly and beautifully could not die anymore.
He is a doctor.
He is professional in judging life and death.
He did not go to perform CPR for Qiqi.
It's not because he can't speak.
But he could see at a glance that Su Xiaosu showed no mercy at all, Qiqi's chest collapsed, her heart and lungs shattered, and it was hard for the gods to save her.
"Why do women make things difficult for women?"
Only then did Hu Sandao remember that the super simple figure in front of him turned out to be a woman.
He began to feel silent again for the fat man who was repeatedly pushed off the rails not long ago.
Your future life will be difficult!
"Are there any prompts?"
Hu Sandao turned his head and asked.
Su Xiaosu shook his head.
The meaning is very clear.
He is an ordinary person.
Not an apostle.
But why?
Hu Sandao frowned, no longer cared about the corpse that was gradually becoming cold by the wall, and began to think.
He didn't blame Su Xiaosu for being too ruthless.
After all, Qiqi has already attacked them in this way.
If Hu Sandao and Su Xiaosu had not been prepared for Yi Lin's advance reminder, they might have been hit long ago.
In Hu Sandao's opinion, this Dawn psychological counseling center seems ordinary.
It can be filled with mysterious mechanisms everywhere.
Whether it is a space-time tunnel at the entrance.
Or maybe the multiple-choice questions that have just been tortured by the soul.
In fact, it is a process of "breaking defense".
After relaxing the mind and being vigilant, it is supplemented with a mysterious fragrance to achieve the goal of controlling people's hearts in some way.
Hu Sandao covered his nose and said, "It seems that the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, so it is not advisable to stay here for a long time."
This strange fragrance is not as terrible as it is immediately caught when it smells it. In his opinion, this fragrance should be extracted from some kind of drug, not a prop from the inner world.
If it is really a prop in the inner world, it should be attacked from the moment they smell it.
The apostle's will attribute is much higher than that of ordinary people. This level of psychedelic fragrance will not have much impact on Hu Sandao and Su Xiaosu.
The two of them ignored Qiqi's body and directly snatched the door.
They returned to the hall, but stopped at the same time.
In the hall, there were people.
Whether it is the staff of the psychological counseling center or the customers, they gather in the hall at some point.
When Su Xiaosu and Hu Sandao appeared, everyone looked at them at the same time.
Their pupils couldn't help but shrink.
The eyes were filled with dark heads.
It's like a black lake.
Their eyes when they looked at Hu Sandao and Su Xiaosu were extremely strange, full of disgust and fear, as if they were looking at some kind of monster.
"demon."
In the crowd, I don’t know who shouted.
Immediately afterwards, everyone in the hall agreed.
"demon."
"demon."
"Devil, Devil, Devil."
"demon……"
Gradually, the words "demon" gathered into the same voice from everyone's mouth.
--"demon".
The voice became louder and louder, as if this unanimous condemnation could bring them strength.
Hu Sandao slowly breathed and whispered: "Demon, are you talking about us?"
Su Xiao's plain face did not change his color, but just pinched his fists: "It's possible."
Hu Sandao flipped his palm and his five fingers trembled slightly.
It was a special mask.
On the pure white mask, there is a red cross in the center.
Since the "Huating City Incident", many people in the group have been inspired by that incident and specially customized a mask to hide their identities when performing special tasks.
After all, no matter what, they are all existences that cannot see the light.
Su Xiaosu glanced at Hu Sandao and also took out a mask.
Rubbing the familiar mask, Su Xiaosu's face was gentle and smiled slightly.
She suddenly remembered the experience of fighting side by side with Li Erpang in Huating City, and her heart was sweet.
As the two of them put on masks, the people in the hall took out a short dagger from their arms.
The dagger has a strange shape, with layers of white gauze wrapped around the handle, and a layer of strange words are carefully engraved on the blade.
"The devil must die."
"The devil must die."
"The devil must die."
Everyone's eyes were firm, holding a dagger, approaching Su Xiaosu and Hu Sandao from all directions of the hall.
This situation made Hu Sandao feel as if he was the bad guy.
This feeling is not good.
After putting on the mask, no one could see Hu Sandao's expression clearly.
His hand holding the scalpel suddenly stopped shaking, as stable as an old dog.
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Ah, it's raining.
Yi Lin looked helpless and shuttled through the woods.
It really means that you just want to come whatever you don’t want.
After the rain, the air was filled with a muddy smell.
As time goes by, the light around becomes dimmer.
It's dark.
Soon, the rain would wash away the six people's footprints, making Yi Lin unable to track them.
"It's a bit unlucky."
Yi Lin estimated the consumption of the psychic energy value and quietly set up an invisible mind power above his head, and formed an "arc" shape, like a small umbrella, blocking the rainwater from the diaphragm.
The motivation for thoughts has endless wonderful uses.
If you master the strength, the consumption will not be too high.
He is a spiritual apostle. If he lets the rain water pour into a drop of soup, it would be a bad sign.
Although I could not track the footsteps, Yi Lin roughly guessed the other party's destination from the beginning, and tracking the footsteps was just the icing on the cake.
"etc."
A strange thought suddenly appeared in Yi Lin's mind.
"This lucky value is too low, it will not affect the weather, right? It's not that outrageous, right?"
Yi Lin has no experience with the fact that the lucky value is getting lower and lower.
The lucky value is about to fall below the 2.0 mark, which Yi Lin never thought of in her previous life.
To be continued...