The chin of the mask was sharper than usual, and its two dark eyes were staring straight at Zhang Zhuxun. The eyes were cold and sinister, the same as those he had seen before on the platform below the Hydra Cypress in the Lu Palace.
The face of the fox man is almost identical.
Their eyes met, and before Zhang Zhu could take a closer look, the man seemed to suddenly react and climbed up at a very fast speed, and the chain shook even more.
The signal flare did not last long. After more than thirty seconds, the surrounding area immediately fell into darkness, and the darkness was undoubtedly beneficial to Zhang Chuxun at this moment.
He felt the frequency of the chains shaking under his body, and silently calculated the distance between the two of them.
When the bronze chain swayed, it hit the stone wall, making a crisp collision sound, clang, clang, every now and then, as if a death knell was ringing.
At this moment, Zhang Zhuoxun suddenly raised his leg and kicked it out in the air, hitting the hand of the man below who was holding the chain.
There was a click, and just by hearing the sound, you knew that it was most likely dislocated.
The man reacted very quickly and was kicked. He let go and slid down one meter. One leg was wrapped around the chain to stabilize his body. The other foot was on the wall of the well. He pulled out the knife from his waist with his backhand.
He immediately went up to Zhang Zhuxun's leg and stabbed him with a knife.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhuoxun immediately spread his legs and stepped on the stone wall to avoid the blow.
The blade struck the chain, causing tiny sparks to strike.
In the darkness, bloodthirsty killing intent burst out from the man's eyes, and he struck again with a long knife.
Zhang Zhuoxun screamed and hurriedly kicked the stone wall hard. His body swayed greatly, and the chain also swayed. The man suddenly became unstable and slashed the air with his sword, hitting the stone wall next to him.
Zhang Yao looked for an opening, released his hands, and fell downwards at high speed. He aimed at the man's chest and kicked him from high above. Then he bent his knees and raised his legs, and pressed his knee against the man's chin, knocking his head.
He leaned back and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.
The man let out a muffled groan in his throat, and blood traces snaked down his chin from under the mask. His body swayed and he almost fell off the chain.
A strong wind hit his ears. Zhang Zhuxun still stepped on the man's chest with one foot. He could only duck to avoid it. The sharp blade grazed the top of his head. He immediately turned his wrist and covered his ears with lightning speed.
Shi moved towards Zhang Zhuxun's neck and cut it off.
Zhang Zhuoxun pushed his right elbow back to block the blow, and moved the man's arm outwards, avoiding the blade while clasping his wrist, twisting hard, and pointing the knife downwards.
Stab the man in the neck.
The man's pupils shrank suddenly, he immediately let go of the hand holding the chain, and his whole body fell downwards.
Zhang Zhuxun hung on the chain, watching him fall for a distance and then stand firmly on it again, his eyebrows turned cold, and a pistol appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Then in the eyes of the man with disbelief, he fired three shots in a row, hitting the vital part.
Three gorgeous blood flowers exploded on his chest. The man's lips wriggled a few times. The rapid loss of blood caused his hands and feet to become numb and weak. Finally, he closed his eyes unwillingly and fell straight down.
Zhang Zhuxun put the gun back into the space, shook his right hand, and a flash of silver light cut through the darkness, flying downward at high speed...
Ding dong, the small silver dart went directly through the ear loops of the bronze fox mask, and went around twice to fasten it. The body collided with the chain under the action of gravity, and continued to fall downwards.
The mask was torn off the corpse's face, the clasp shrank, and the silver thread quickly flew upwards with the small silver dart.
With a twist of his wrist, Zhang Zhuxun retracted the silver dart and took off the mask hooked on it.
"Bronze mask." Zhang Zhuxun fumbled with the mask with his fingers. The material was indeed bronze, but there were obvious signs of wear and tear.
Now he knew better.
The guy with the mask is probably sent by the Wang family.
The face of the man killed in the rain forest last time was wearing a silver fox mask, but this time it was made of bronze. He guessed that this should be the mark of the Wang family's hierarchy.
【Host】
The system that fell into hibernation suddenly made a sound.
Zhang Zhuxun
There was a smile in his eyes, [How is your recovery going?]
[Alright] The system said something polite, and then changed the topic, [The bronze mask in the host's hand is a little weird]
Zhang Zhuoxun frowned, [What do you mean?]
[This mask also contains the energy behind the bronze door. I was awakened by this energy.] The system paused and added, [But the energy on it is very weak, more like it was contaminated after contact.
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Zhang Zhuxun thought secretly, [In this way, this person's identity should be at the upper level of the Wang family, and he has the opportunity to get in touch with the core of the Wang family.]
[Then what is the purpose of coming here?] Zhang Zhuoxun asked in confusion.
[Perhaps, the guy behind the bronze door has set his sights on the sacred tree] the system guessed.
"Fuck!" Zhang Zhuoxun cursed, "Time is getting tighter and tighter."
[The host does not need to worry] The system comforted him, [The energy core of the sacred tree has long been integrated with the sacred tree. Unless they can transport the entire sacred tree to Changbai Mountain, or the guy comes out on his own, but this is obviously impossible.
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Zhang Zhuxun breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
[Is this mask still useful to you?] he asked.
The system was silent for a rare two seconds [Sorry host, I have absorbed all the energy above]
Zhang Zhuoxun smiled and threw the mask into the space, putting it together with the silver fox mask from last time. [There is nothing to be sorry for. Let's go, let's seize the time to replenish energy.]
The body had disappeared long ago.
The place where Zhang Zhuxun was at the moment was inside the bronze sacred tree. He climbed down for about twenty meters. At the end of the chain was a row of spiral bronze stairs built around the copper pillar in the center of the inner wall. p>
The corpse fell on its stomach on the steps directly below. Zhang Zhuxun followed suit, took off his clothes, and found a phoenix on his right shoulder.
From the fight between the two just now, it can be seen that this person is more powerful than the two people with the phoenix tattooed on their backs.
If Zhang Shuxun hadn't been in a favorable position and unexpectedly pulled out a gun, he would have suffered a lot this time.
After taking a picture of the phoenix tattoo, Zhang Zhuxun turned the body over as a habit, but when he saw the face that was slightly deformed by the fall, his heart skipped a beat for a moment, and his breathing became chaotic. p>
"***!" Zhang Zhu came to his senses and cursed. This face looked so similar to Wu Xiaoxie's. At that moment, he almost thought that the person who died in front of him was Wu Xiaoxie. p>
Closing his eyes and calming his mind, Zhang Zhuxun reached out his left hand and fumbled behind the man's ear a few times, then cursed secretly, "Damn it!"
He found no trace of the human skin mask. It was obvious that this face had been artificially changed into this shape many years ago.
