Liu Yu, who had been covering her chest and had a pale face, surged energy as the woman approached her.

A huge black pupil flashed behind it. Suddenly, the pupil opened, shattered, turned into black gas, and merged into the woman's body.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and Liu Yu suddenly rose, and a dagger appeared in her hand, which swept past the woman.

But in an instant, the woman came to her senses and took a step back.

Even so, a blood mark appeared on the arm.

"Black Eyes?"

"Liu family?"

"I really have to consider working with you!"

"What a fool."

"Also a little chatting mood."

The man wearing a hat's voice became colder, but he stopped watching the show. The black cat flashed in the darkness, and five scratches appeared on Liu Yu's chest.

Blood kept spilling out.

"Oh..."

"Late...it's too late."

"The breath has locked her in. Even if I die, she will definitely be buried with me."

With a muffled groan, Liu Yu held the wall and stood up with his arms trembling.

Looking at the woman opposite, she barely smiled at the corner of her mouth.

"What is black pupil?"

The woman's expression became solemn, and she asked at the figure behind her.

The voice hidden under the hat is still cold: "Hei Tong, the inheritance of the Liu family in Mocheng, has aroused the combat ability, but you can see through the illusion and use your life to leave a mark on people."

"All reporters left behind are the targets of the Liu family's murder."

"As long as you master the secret method of the Liu family, the mark will be as dazzling as the scorching sun."

"Maybe I can work with the rest of you Soul Hunter."

As the sound fell, the figure of the black cat that perfectly merged into the night flashed again, and his eyes suddenly flashed like a phantom, and appeared in front of Liu Yu like teleportation the next moment.

And blood gushed out from Liu Yu's neck.

The pupils diffuse slightly.

He leaned against the wall, gasped hard, barely raised his head, and looked at the direction of the Mo Academy in the distance, and his vision gradually blurred.

"After all...is it still too weak..."

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he finally fell to the ground weakly.

Blood overflowed.

Soak in the soil.

"Treat the body by yourself."

"I'll inform you other people from the Soul Hunter organization to come here."

"As for yourself, try to live a few more days and explain your funeral."

Leave cold words and leave with your head down.

There is no emotional fluctuation in the voice, only indifference.

The woman's face was slightly pale, and she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: "Do you really think I'm scared?"

"A mark, do you want to kill me?"

Even though she said so, her trembling hands eventually betrayed her heart.

He picked up Liu Yu's body, opened the yard door and walked in.

...

At the intersection of the street, Old Sun, who had been smiling and selling cold skin, wiped his hands with a towel, and watched the man wearing a hat gradually move away from a distance. He sat on the stool, took out his cell phone, found a phone number and dialed it.

"Hello, Ange?"

"I just discovered a person who is suspected to be a senior executive of a cult organization. I guess she should be the goddess of the cult, Qiu Xiaoxiao."

"I'm just guessing."

"You can adjust the surveillance of Yulin Street and Sanma Road to find a person wearing a big hat."

"Then carefully track down his movements."

"Maybe he can speculate on his hidden place."

"Of course, this person might have intentionally avoided the camera, but at least it proves that when the cult goddess comes to Xinjiang, she may have to make big moves."

"My surname is Re, and my name is Reincarnated Citizen."

Hang up the phone, pull out the phone card, break it, and throw it into the trash can beside it.

I mixed the cold skin again, but my face was still so simple and unpretentious.

"Why haven't the kid who sells pancakes come back yet?"

"Isn't it because I forgot to bring the paper?"

Murging, Old Sun bent his waist and walked deep into the street.

Standing at the entrance of the road, his nose twitched slightly, sniffed lightly, and his brows frowned.

The smell of blood.

Looking at the claw marks on the wall in the distance, Lao Sun did not go deeper, but slowly retreated out.

"Are they crazy? The people from the Shamo Academy at this time?"

"Are you confident?"

"wrong..."

"The task she arranged for me was to disrupt Xinjiang, so that the Mo Academy would inevitably come forward to suppress it."

"If she makes some other moves and attracts the senior forces of Mo Academy, the result will be a vacancy within the Mo Academy."

"So her goal is something in the Mek Academy?"

Old Sun'er returned to the Liangpi stall and sat down, thinking constantly in his mind.

What would you do if you put yourself in the role of a goddess?

"How can I count it? I'm all that cannon fodder."

"No wonder I was transferred to Xinjiang City."

To draw the final conclusion, Lao Sun's face looked a little ugly, and he took a deep breath and stood up: "I'm old and can't do it anymore, so I'll close the stall."

Grudge, pushing the cart away.

"As long as the goddess attracts Mo Academy, all the attention of the Angelo Pavilion may not be her as cannon fodder, I will take something."

"Even if I can't get it, as long as the goddess dies here, I can still live."

"My brother has left, and there is no need for sister to survive!"

A murderous aura flashed in the eyes of the old man Sun. He walked around the corner, straightened his waist in the blind spot of the surveillance, took off his coat, changed his side and put it on again...

After a long time, an image of a fat middle-aged man appeared.

He smiles and looks innocent and charming.

Finally, he walked to the vicinity of Mo Academy, took out an envelope, handed it to a beggar in the distance, and gave him another 100 yuan. He stood in the corner, watching the beggar knock on the gate of Mo Academy, and then turned around and left.

Mo Academy, under double high pressure...

The goddess probably won't feel better in the future.

And he, who took over a large number of believers, may not be unable to jump out of the role of cannon fodder and stand outside the chessboard to watch the fun.

The only thing he didn't know now was what the goddess's goal was.

Anyway, it must be in the Mo Academy.

But judging from the number of believers he controlled this time that he poured into Xinjiang City, it must be a big move.

Even beyond Zhong Yushu's time.

Too many.

There are more than a thousand people under his control alone.

And he believed that this was just the tip of the iceberg.

After all, his job is just cannon fodder.

Or, thousands of cannon fodder.

By this calculation, according to the consistent style of the Divine Church, the benefits must be far more than the amount of sacrifices, so...

This thing is of amazing value.

Even in the eyes of the Divine Cult, it is more than Zhong Yushu.
Chapter completed!