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118. Doubt about life

Two tragic changes occurred one after another. The young masters of the hundreds of sects of various schools were angered. Hundreds of people rushed up and rushed into the ancient wood wolf forest. What disappointed them was that the murderers were gone.

There were only more than twenty corpses left, lying on the ground in a row. Some of the corpses had ferocious faces, as if their faces were damaged by sharp claws, and some had tooth marks on their necks, and blood was still overflowing.

"Senior brother..."

"Junior brother..."

Several people held the bodies and started to whimper.

The rest of the people were as deep as water.

"Claw weapons and tooth seals are the hidden bats against the quicksand!"

"It's like this person's technique"

"Hidden bat, rumored that he was a barbarian territory. He was abandoned by his parents when he was young and was displaced in troubled times. He has been living in seclusion in southern Xinjiang for ten years to practice bat blood skills. How could he suddenly come to Guanzhong?"

"Hmph, no matter what he comes to do, killing so many of us, you must die!"

"I'm afraid it's not easy. Rumor has it that he has lived in the crypt with the spearheaded blood bat in the southern Xinjiang every day for ten years, and has become a monster that is neither human nor ghost."

"Hmph, maybe, if you guess correctly, this monster has entered Afang Palace and is trapped inside. If we can come out alive, he can still run away. After hearing the next words, you will spread out and guard the four directions of Afang Palace. Don't let this monster run away."

"This is a good word"

"It should be so"

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Just as the people from all walks of life and guarding the important roads in all directions, a person with a strange body and a disgusting smell of blood all over his body was like a ghost, constantly traveling through the Afang Palace. It was the famous cruel killer, Hidden Bat in the sand against the quicksand.

Perhaps it was unlucky that Yinfu accidentally ran to the southern district of Afang Palace, near the hot spring pool.

Chu Feng, who had just driven Xifu away and put on his clothes, noticed a strange aura approaching, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He had already noticed the strange aura and the aura of thousands of people outside the Afang Palace, but he didn't expect that this man was so brave and dared to come in alone.

After pondering for a few breaths, Chu Feng simply returned to the hot spring and tilted his head to sleep.

After a while, the hidden bat with strange clothes, ugly face, and red eyes appeared on the cold and hard rocks. He happened to see Chu Feng sleeping in the hot spring. He felt it and found that Chu Feng was just an ordinary person with a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes. The bat blood technique he practiced was very dependent on blood. Every time he killed someone and drank the blood of his whole body, his skills would improve one point. If he didn't drink blood for a day, he would aging a little. Just now, he sucked a little bit in the woods and retreated, and he was not satisfied with it.

"Tsk tsk, boy, die!"

Chu Feng did not react at all, leaning against the smooth rocks and slept very sweetly.

The hidden bat came closer, squatted down, bit Chu Feng's white neck, and his mouth emitting a fishy smell. When he was about to touch Chu Feng's neck, he was lifted up without any warning.

"Little bat, do you want to bite me?"

A joking voice rang out.

The hidden bat, which cannot reach the sky or the ground, has a distorted blue and white ugly face. He is the murderous devil who traverses the southern border and makes countless people frightened. Today, he is raised up like a little chicken, which makes him feel so sad.
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