The flames mixed with gasoline can easily burn Chang Ye, causing her to lose her fighting ability.

But she couldn't hold back her forward momentum, so she could only stretch out her arms in front of her, trying to reduce the damage she suffered.

Whoosh!

The illusory sword flashed past, and the man's head flew into the air.

As if he felt that this was not too safe, the light penetrated the man's rapidly dimming heart again.

Changye slowly turned his head and looked at the man wearing a mask.

Obviously, the character of talkative people is different from what they imagined.

Not all of the Ten Evils are evil, some of them are just ordinary people who are not living a very good life.

"I'm very good at finding out what's wrong around me...maybe it's a sequelae of being too nervous."

Lu Zhui adjusted the exoskeleton attached to his back and waved to Chang Ye.

"I'm very timid. When I'm attacked, I usually retreat as hard as I can to survive."

"But it's really rude to let others do it for you, like keeping your family safe."

Lu Zhui put the raincoat aside and moved his joints.

"They didn't notify me of tonight's action. They probably wanted me to meet them as an ordinary person."

"I always feel that the God Envoy is very experienced in this area...is it an illusion?"

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"Ah!"

Wang Jin sneezed and the hand holding the shotgun shook.

The strong man at the other end of the barrel also shook, with a smile on his face.

He himself didn't expect the battle to end so quickly.

Wang Jin's kick that cut off his descendants didn't seem to be very powerful, but in fact it almost knocked him unconscious.

Just that one dirty move caused the man in the costume to move out of shape, and the rain blade originally placed in front of him also moved downwards.

By the time he came to his senses, the shotgun had already been stuffed into his mouth.

As long as Wang Jin moves his fingers, he can directly lift off his Tianling Cap.

"Ever seen this thing?"

With his other hand, Wang Jin took out half a pipe and pot from his pocket and asked.

Tian Gou was attacked by the unclean ones near here.

If this person was present when the attack occurred, maybe he could actually ask something.

"See...I've seen."

The man nodded tremblingly, with a smile on his face covered in oil paint.

"I dreamed last night that I put this thing into your mouth."

"well…"

The young man squinted his eyes and looked helplessly at the smiling man.

This is a madman who cannot communicate.

"By the way, you really can't read minds?"

Wang Jin turned to look at Hu Ling, but only received a regretful smile.

So he sighed and pulled the trigger.

The petals fall and the bell tolls.

The man with a mutilated head slowly fell to the ground, leaving only his body still twitching slightly.

Enemies who cannot obtain information are just variables, and Wang Jin's plans rarely allow variables to exist.

What's more, this is also a relief for the men in costume...probably.

Anyway, Wang Jin was very happy.

Hu Ling raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't expect Wang Jin to be so decisive.

After hesitating for a moment, she slowly spoke.

"Even if you can really read minds, you won't be able to ask anything, unless you use other methods."

"This group is the lowest level of unclean people. The pollution caused by abusing the power of ghost stories has long put their sanity in jeopardy."

"In order to survive, they will take pollution precipitants that are available on the black market."

"That kind of defective product is obviously worse for their poor brains."

Hu Ling put the long sword on his waist and spoke softly.

"It can be seen that the color of the gray matter is not right."

Wang Jin took Alice back and said quite harsh words with a deadpan expression.

"Are you also proficient in anatomy? You are really versatile."

Hu Ling smiled, as if he had thought of something.

"I heard that this skill can make corpses talk... Then you and that woman should have a common language."

"She's also good at making corpses talk."

Wang Jin was confused, but he noticed something was wrong from Hu Ling's smile.

After a while, the young man held an incense stick with a strange expression on his face and sang a strange ups and downs tune.

The incense sticks were given by Shi Baibai, and the minor tunes were learned from She Yin.

As for what he's going to do... it's obvious.

Almost instantly, the familiar soft voice sounded in Wang Jin's ears.

Hu Huo.

So Wang Jin swallowed his saliva and spoke with a pale face.

"Let's talk about it first."
Chapter completed!