Xie Bangui, who was eager to find Zhao Mingzhui, did not know that Zhao Mingzhui was not only separated from him by a wall, but had also single-handedly suppressed dozens of masters in the secret hunt.

In the hall next door, there are still strange arrangements of blood pools, Jingguan, and four plank bridges. But no one can be found who remains unfazed. Dozens of secret agents are gathered in a pile, holding weapons tightly. Everyone is confused.

He moved his body and tried to squeeze deeper into the crowd, but the people behind him did not want them to squeeze in. Some even quietly took out a dagger and held it in front of them to prevent others from retreating.

Suddenly, there was a sound like spraying water from the crowd, and the warm, salty water sprayed all over people's heads and faces. Only then did people see that a secret arrester hidden in the crowd suddenly lost his head and was squeezed.

The dead body was still standing there spouting blood.

"Get out of the way, hurry up -" the person shouting from behind had changed his voice, but the person in front still refused to move more.

"Quick! Raise the weapon to your head. The ghost is only grabbing people's heads. If there is something above your head, it can block it." Someone shouted in a hurry, and a large number of weapons suddenly stood up in the crowd. They stood up in the distance.

It looks like a frightened hedgehog with its spikes inflated.

With this layer of defense, the crowd felt a lot more at ease, but they still would rather crowd the corpse and endure the sticky blood flow than move even half a step.

Suddenly——

A cold light that looked like a white dragon ran through the sky. It snaked its body and stretched out its five-fingered dragon claws to grab the crowd. When the white dragon raised its head and roared again, it had already grasped a person in its claws.

bloody person

The head. The white dragon circled twice in the air, and the blood on the head followed by two dazzling arcs. Until the blood on the head faded away, the white dragon shook the top of the Jingguan with its pale head, and turned into a stream of light.

Disappear and go away.

The head has not completely settled. Standing on the edge of the Beijing view, the face is tilted slightly downward, staring with two eyes that are still staring but with dilated pupils, glaring condescendingly at the former colleagues, especially the corner of the mouth that looks like a smile but not a smile, like crying.

The non-crying arc makes people's hearts tighten even more at first glance.

"Ah -" I don't know who screamed, and I was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat. When I looked back, I saw a secret arrester from the Ling Yamen. He threw away his weapons and fell to the ground, covering his face and crying.

"Howling ass—" someone yelled.

The man cried and said: "Ah——, I have told the commander a long time ago that the ghost government cannot be trusted. The ghost government cannot be willful. What now? The ghost government wants to catch us all..."

A secret agent in charge picked him up and asked sternly: "What do you mean, please explain clearly..."

The man weakly pointed at the head with fresh blood on the Jingguan and cried: "Haven't you seen it yet? That was the 'White Dragon Capturing the Pearl'...'The White Dragon Capturing the Pearl'! The demon general is chasing him.

Ming Zhao’s famous stunt! How could those people suddenly have their heads removed? Besides blood drops, what other hidden weapon can do it? We are all going to die!"

"Demon General Zhao Wujiang!" Everyone trembled from the bottom of their hearts, as if someone was hiding in the darkness and staring coldly at their necks. Maybe at some point, blood like a hat would be thrown out.

The drop of blood was placed on his head, and then his head was lifted into the air. And his head, which had not even had time to drain the blood, was trapped in the drop of blood like a bird in a cage, screaming like crazy until the blood flowed out.

When it was drained away, it was thrown into the Jingguan to rot and stink.

Everyone shuddered in unison, and subconsciously looked at the human-headed palace. At first glance, they felt that hundreds of heads were staring at them. Both of them either opened their eyes or opened their eyes.

Eyes, either black or white, blind or bloodshot, are like sharp steel knives piercing people's hearts.

"What should we do? What should we do? The demon general, the demon general is nearby, what should we do and wait to die?" Someone yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Kill, kill the people who killed Gui Ya, and they will have nothing to do with them until they die..." Someone turned to the few Wuzhi with a weapon, and the crowd also exploded with a bang, and frantically surrounded Wuzhi.

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The ferocious Wuzhi naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He immediately displayed his weapons and fought with the secret hunter. The group of secret arresters was excited and started without mercy. Wuzhi was also extremely ferocious and did not defend himself at all. He only focused on slashing wildly. Some even

dragging

The disemboweled intestines rushed through the crowd until both arms were cut off, and then they struggled to pounce on their opponents, biting their throats and drinking blood... The sound of steel knives breaking bones could be heard in the crowd, and blood all over the ground formed streams, flowing.

Enter the blood pool.

It wasn't until the last five-fingered head was cut off to the ground that the continuous rain of blood slowly came to an end. The crazy secret agent chased the rolling head and slashed it several times until it was split into two halves before collapsing on the ground.

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Madness can temporarily relieve fear, but the fear after madness becomes even more intense. Everyone fell into a pool of blood, huddled and shivering like quails in the cold wind. Even if the people around them suddenly lost their heads,

They would just cover their eyes and cry loudly.

"Let's run! Zhao Zhao can only kill one person at a time. Maybe he can escape."

Everyone finally grasped a glimmer of hope, stood up with a bang, and dispersed around the hall. Some people beat frantically along the walls to find the secret door: "There is an empty sound behind the wall..."

"Where..."

Those who had just turned around saw a headless corpse stuck to the north wall, with his right hand still in the beating posture, slowly sliding along the wall to the ground. It was not known whether it was an illusion or a hint from the corpse. Everyone

They all felt that the last few words the man shouted seemed to come from a place more than ten feet above the ground. Could it be that the head was shouting?

"I...I'll go over and have a look...just in case..." Gritting his teeth and rushing toward the corpse, the secret policeman suddenly lost his head. The headless corpse rushed a few steps before falling into the pool of blood.

The bloody scene immediately made people dare not take a step closer to the north wall. Who knows if Zhui Ming Zhao is hiding near the north wall.

"Let me see if I can climb out of the tunnel..." Someone got into the tunnel where they slid down, but there was no movement for a long time.

"How is it, can you go..."

"Speak!"

"There is blood, there is blood... there is blood under his body, pull him out quickly..." Who would have thought that what they pulled out would be a headless corpse.

The people dragging the corpse fell to the ground in horror. Before the cold sweat on their bodies had gone away, a human head jumped out of the corridor and stopped in front of them, lying on its back.

"No... don't kill me... don't kill me..." The secret arrester, who was too frightened and ran away madly with his head covered, suddenly heard the sound of wind above his head. In a panic, he drew out his waist knife and "hid his head with the knife" more than ten times in a row.

, completely protecting his head from the light of the sword.
Chapter completed!