After the girl finished speaking, she raised her eyes and looked around at everyone.
Xiaolan shivered.
Girl, look at the current atmosphere, this environment is not suitable for saying such things.
"Possessed?" The Taoist priest was very interested in these words, "How do you say it?"
"I...I was just using an analogy," the girl muttered, lowering her head, "I don't know what it is like to be possessed. He looked like a psychopath at the time."
It's really strange.
A couple who had nothing to do went up the mountain to play. After arriving at the mountain, one suddenly went crazy and wanted to kill the other.
"Then why does he have a knife?" Luo Jiutian discovered the blind spot.
"Ah, that knife..." the girl relaxed a little, "That's a Swiss Army knife that's limited to the world. He likes to collect knives. That one is his favorite. He takes it with him wherever he goes."
The fool snorted and sneered at such a superficial hobby, seeming to have completely forgotten the face he had when he first became a nouveau riche.
"By the way, where is the knife?" Xiaolan asked.
The man controlled by the fool had empty hands, and the shadow of the knife was completely missing.
Everyone's eyes searched among the weeds on the ground. After a while, Qin Yin saw the shining blade next to the tree root not far away.
"Ah, I found it over there..."
However, at this time, something unexpected happened.
A bolt of thunder struck down suddenly, everyone was frightened, and the fool was no exception. While his attention was distracted, the man knocked the fool's body away hard and flew towards the place on all fours.
A knife.
The girl screamed again, and she was so frightened that she hugged Qin Yin. Qin Yin just wanted to stand up, but she pulled him so hard that he fell down on his butt.
The fool was not careful and did not expect that the man's explosive force was so strong that he was almost knocked away.
Luo Jiutian and the Taoist priest immediately rushed towards the man.
"Be careful!" Xiaolan shouted.
The man's speed was almost unusually fast, like a cheetah galloping in the wilderness. Xiaolan only blinked, and the man had already rushed to the tree, holding the saber tightly with both hands.
Luo Jiutian and Taoist Master immediately stopped.
The Taoist priest reached for his pocket, and Xiaolan knew that he was preparing a charm.
"Put down the knife!" the fool ordered.
The man held the saber in both hands and turned around tremblingly.
"Hey hey hey hey..."
A weird laugh burst out from deep in his throat.
The Taoist priest retracted his hand, and a ball of yellow was hidden in his clenched fist.
The laughter stopped and the man slowly raised his head.
Xiaolan felt a brief sense of suffocation in her chest.
"Ah! -" The girl screamed heartbreakingly. She hid behind Qin Yin and pushed Qin Yin forward.
The man's facial features were distorted and ferocious, and it was impossible to recognize his original appearance, but the most shocking thing was that his eyes had turned blood red, and two lines of scarlet blood tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, like two red lines.
It looked like insects were crawling on his face.
"Hey hey hey hey..."
Between the man's tightly closed lips, he squeezed out a last string of sinister smiles.
He raised the saber suddenly, and Xiaolan could almost hear the sound of the sharp blade cutting through the air.
The Taoist priest flew in front of Luo Jiutian, waved his hand, and the yellow talisman pierced the air.
The man raised his arms and flexed his joints.
The cold spike of the saber was aimed at his own throat.
"No! He's going to commit suicide!" Qin Yin shouted.
The fool ran towards the man.
Who is faster, the charm or the saber?
The talisman was less than one meter away from the man's veiny hands.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The plasma was like a fountain, spraying out in all directions instantly. Even from such a distance, Xiaolan could still smell the strong fishy smell.
The slender saber passed through the man's throat, and the blood all over the man's body rushed out from the pass that suddenly burst. After a few seconds, the man had completely turned into a bloody man.
Everyone froze in place until the blood in the man's body drained away bit by bit. His body slowly fell forward, and with a bang, he lay on the ground, motionless.
The Taoist Master still maintained the posture of throwing out the spell, and Luo Jiutian stood behind him, his eyes widened.
Their faces and bodies were splattered with the man's blood.
Finally, the Taoist priest started to move.
He retracted his right arm and quickly squatted forward, as if inspecting the man's body.
Xiaolan looked around. Baomu looked completely stunned, while Wenling had a serious look on his face, and his gray pupils were focused on the man's body.
The girl was still huddled behind Qin Yin, trembling.
"Don't worry," Qin Yin turned around and said to the girl, "He is dead, you are safe."
"Death..." The girl was stunned.
"Well, he committed suicide." Qin Yin pointed in the direction of the corpse.
"Suicide..." The girl's eyes moved little by little and finally landed on the man's body. She was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly burst out with a piercing scream.
"Xiaojun!" the girl cried, crawling towards the man's body, "No! Xiaojun!..."
Qin Yin looked at the girl crying on the man's body and shook her head meaningfully, "Women are so complicated."
The girl cried for a long time, and everyone didn't know what to do. They could only look at each other and wait for her to finish crying.
Finally, the girl's crying gradually stopped, the fool yawned, and gathered around with the others.
The girl raised her head and glanced at them tiredly.
"What are you going to do?" the Taoist priest asked the girl in a low voice.
The girl shook her head, "I don't know."
"First of all," Luo Jiutian said seriously, "you have to call the police."
Although it was a headache, Luo Jiutian was right.
"Call the police? No... you can't call the police..." When the girl heard these two words, she suddenly panicked, "You don't understand..."
"There is nothing to understand. He committed suicide. We can all testify." The fool said.
"It's not about suicide..." The girl lowered her head.
"Is there anything else you haven't told us?" Baomu, standing at the back, suddenly asked.
Baomu's tone sounded like he was asking.
Others also heard it, and everyone glanced at Baomu silently. Baomu didn't say anything more, and gave him a firm look in return.
"I...I didn't." The girl's shoulders shrank inward and she denied in a muffled voice.
"Are you two the only ones going up the mountain?" Baomu asked.
The girl shivered and nodded vigorously.
"No third person?"
Xiaolan knew what Baomu meant.
I remember that when Baomu first identified the scent of the Porsche group, he said that he smelled the scent of three people.
Now, there are only two.
One person is missing.
"No," the girl suddenly raised her head, biting her lower lip and looked at Baomu fiercely, "There are only two of us, Xiaojun and me... What exactly do you want to ask?"
"I want to ask," Baomu said every word, "where did the third person go?"