Deep in the dense forest, Zhang Miao's vigilant eyes gradually relaxed. Through the dim light in the jungle, he finally saw clearly the person coming.

"Brother, it's me."

A figure came from the forest, Zhang Miao's big axe moved slightly down, and frowned and said in anger:

"Where are you dead? Let you stare at people. Now, all the people you want to escort are dead. What explanation do you want me to explain then?"

Liu An is a middle-aged man who looks ordinary. When he saw the corpse on the ground, he seemed a little helpless and said in a daze:

"I, I just went to the neighborhood to pee, and then I couldn't find the way back. How could this happen..."

"You!" Zhang Miao didn't get angry, and put his hand on his waist, feeling his head hurting more and more, thinking about how to deal with the aftermath.

"Tell me in detail what did you encounter?"

Zhang Miao shook his head, feeling that the surroundings became darker. A restlessness in his heart made him dare not relax his vigilance. Fortunately, his own person was behind him, but why did the other two brothers not come back yet...

"Brother, we are afraid we're going to be evil, why don't we leave quickly?" Liu An's voice came from behind.

"What are you afraid of? If you want to leave, you have to wait for those two guys to come back. Can't you see this monster hiding from us?"

"...either kill it and hand it over to the court, or we will stop doing the escort agency in the future."

Zhang Miao responded impatiently. At this moment, his afterglow caught a glimpse of the scholar's expression, which seemed to change, became dull, with his mouth slightly opened, and a wisp of saliva fell from his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm asking you!"

Seeing that the scholar ignored him, Zhang Miao strode forward and raised his axe and asked, "You..."

But before he could speak, he found that the scholar was actually smiling. His face seemed pale, and his eyes turned into two crescent moons with the smile, but there was no joy but only a strong sense of infiltration.

Even Zhang Miao, a tried and tested old dart head, felt a chill on his back. He immediately stopped and held the big axe with both hands. The sound of gurgling water sounded from under his skin, which was the sound of his spiritual power surge.

"What are you laughing at?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, ready to take action at any time.

"Liu An, something is wrong with this guy. I'm going to draw the guy to do it."

Behind him, the sound of a blade being unsheathed came, and Liu An had already pulled out his weapons to prepare for the fight. The two of them looked at the scholar who was slowly getting up in front of him.

"Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The scholar stood up, and as he finished speaking, pus flowed out of his eyes, and something tore his scalp apart. The originally handsome head suddenly parted like a petal, forming a flesh flower full of spikes.

"Damn, what's this thing!?"

Zhang Miao stopped talking nonsense and slashed out with an axe. The water flow turned into a flywheel and rotated rapidly in the air, and was about to break the guy with one axe. But as soon as he used the technique, he felt pain in the cerebral and his eyes were faintly black.

The scholar had turned into a strange fairy. He did not dodge and let the axe light cut his flesh petals into pieces. As the neck twisted slightly, the flesh flowers grew again, which was extremely terrifying.

Zhang Miao half-kneeled on the ground and gasped, feeling sleepy as if he hadn't been asleep for more than ten nights. Only then did he realize that he was trapped and his head was as confused as if he was filled with mud... Grass... The first time he came back, he should have killed this monster.

Damn, my head hurts...

"Liu An, hurry up and do it!!"

Zhang Miao on the ground raised her eyes and looked at the terrifying human-shaped monster and immediately shouted, fortunately she was not alone, otherwise she would have been...

Puff!

"Forehead..."

Zhang Miao looked down and saw a long knife piercing his chest. He was very familiar with the knife. It was the long knife of their escort agency. He turned around in shock and Liu An was looking at him with a cold face.

"Drink!"

Zhang Miao woke up a little instantly. He immediately threw out the axe sideways. Liu An avoided it sideways and then turned back to Zhang Miao's palm in the air. He staggered back several steps, covered the blood hole in his chest, and said in surprise:

"This kid was bewitched by the devil?"

"Bewitching?" Liu An heard Zhang Miao's words, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, shook the blood on the tip of the knife and said:

"You open your eyes wide and see clearly. Now I look sober than you, wonderful... Brother?"

Zhang Miao's face was gloomy when he heard this. At this point, he naturally understood something. After looking at the corpse beside him, he wanted to give himself a big mouth. So many people died, and he actually believed the nonsense of these two people.

What is their relationship? Isn’t Liu An also a figure in the Beijing Escort Bureau?

"Look at you, that's a monster, you're obsessed with it?" Zhang Miao was still preparing to persuade Liu An, but Liu An touched his waist in deaf ears and threw out a cloth bag.

The cloth bag was thrown to the soles of the mutant scholar's feet, and two blood-stained heads rolled out of the bag. Zhang Miao's eyes widened, and these two brothers who had left with him.

"Liu An!!"

"You must die a bad death!"

No wonder they couldn't wait for them, but they were all attacked and killed by Liu An just now. Zhang Miao could no longer control the anger in his heart, and his feet turned into a puddle, his chest was temporarily blocked by spiritual power, and he rushed out and was about to kill Liu An.

Liu An just retreated smartly, not giving Zhang Miao axe a chance to cut himself, while the scholars beside him had already started to enjoy the delicious food.

A few flesh tongues rolled up, and swallowed a head and even let out a satisfied moan. Seeing this, Zhang Miao slashed the ground with great force. After waves forced the scholar to turn sideways and smashed another head on the ground.

"All beast! You deserve to eat me brothers!"

Zhang Miao knelt on the ground with a soft and half soft feet, looked at the blood on the ground with a low look, and said in his heart that he was sorry to the brother, but he would not let you have peace after death.

The monster's eyes grew on a flesh tongue. Seeing that another head was broken by Zhang Miao, its eyes immediately became cold, and then slowly walked over. Liu An retreated aside and hugged his chest with his hands.

"Forget it, your head should taste better than them."

“Geeh.”

After saying that, all the petals of the scholar's flesh tongue spread wide open, and countless flesh thorns bit Zhang Miao's head, and they were about to chew it hard.

"ah!!!"

Zhang Miao roared angrily, trying to raise his hand to kill the monster, but his consciousness began to blur, and his fingers could hardly even catch the axe handle. When he was dying, he finally understood what he had encountered.

call out!

The revolving lantern flashed in Zhang Miao's mind, but the expected pain did not appear. Zhang Miao only felt a fragrant breeze blowing by, and then slowly opened her eyes, but a white figure had been replaced in front of her.

This is a thin back, wearing a hat, with his arm raised, and an ancient and dark sword hanging in his jade hand, and dirty blood splattered, as if it were slow motion.

The scholar's neck had been cut off, and his flesh tongue was cut into countless pieces in an instant, turning into ice crystals and falling to the ground. His soft body was falling weakly, making a thud sound.

"you...."

Zhang Miao wanted to say something, but at this moment he had reached his limit and fell down on his back. At the last moment before he fell asleep, he only saw a pair of narrow and charming Danfeng eyes, which made people linger.

Song Zhi returned to the sheath of Chengying Sword. Fortunately, he came in time, otherwise the Mediterranean man behind him would definitely be dead, but what is this?

Demon?

Song Zhi looked back and saw that on the edge of the forest, a figure who was trying to escape was fixed on the tree. Zhu Wushi put his hand on the hilt of the knife and asked coldly:

"I don't want to ask some things. If you say it yourself, there may be a way out."

"Say you..."

Liu An's face was cold. He expected that Zhu Wushi would not kill him easily, but that he would cause a disaster if he said it himself. He would subconsciously speak stubbornly at the moment.

However, before he could say the third word, the Yan Tomb burst out with a fiery flame, burning his body from the inside out into a fire man. The first-class master who entered the second grade had only time to scream twice, changing to a burnt bone.

"hiss!?"

Song Zhi took a deep breath from afar, "What a guy, I'm not talking nonsense."

Otherwise, it would be easy to die if you try it.
Chapter completed!