She couldn't even see the electric drill, she could only see her chest being pierced.
The sister pulled out the electric drill and kicked Chu Qi to the ground.
Chu Qi howled miserably and collapsed on the ground.
Because her sister pulled out the electric saw, blood gurgled out from the hole in Chu Qi's chest.
She clutched her chest tightly and looked at me in disbelief.
I had already stood up and said calmly: "Zombie Qi? You are playing dirty tricks, right?"
She said in a trembling voice: "You, when did you attack me? Also, you were hit by my corpse energy, why were you okay?"
"I said, if you don't understand me, don't come to trouble me." I raised my foot and stepped directly on her shoulder.
I will have no sympathy at all for the enemy who killed my whole family.
My sister put away the electric drill and took out the electric saw, ready to go. She was very excited.
The veins on Chu Qi's forehead and neck popped out, and there were many blood stains on her face. She said in a trembling voice: "Wang Jianfei, you can't kill me."
I smiled: "I don't plan to kill you. I'm going to ask you a few questions. As long as you answer them obediently, I may be merciful today and let you go."
She shook her head like a rattle: "No, I can't answer any of your questions, especially about the existence of the Demon Slayer Group and what happened that night thirteen years ago. I can't tell you at all. If I did
, I will be killed by the curse. Wang Lan, this piece of garbage, betrayed the entire Demon Slayer Group, and she triggered the curse, causing our entire Demon Slayer Group to be wary of each other now."
I sneered: "Didn't your demon-slaying group disband long ago?"
Chu Qi said anxiously: "Yes, it was indeed disbanded, but the leader back then has always kept in touch with all of us."
At this point, she seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, and directly changed her words: "I don't know where the leader is. The last time we contacted him was five years ago."
I chuckled and said, "Don't tell the truth. Sister, do it!"
The sister picked up the electric saw and cut Chu Qi's right arm directly.
Although Chu Qi couldn't see my sister's existence, she widened her eyes and said, "Who are you talking to?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her sister sawed off Chu Qi's right arm with a ferocious smile.
For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, and Chu Qi opened her mouth and screamed.
The next second, I fainted from the pain.
My sister put away the chainsaw and laughed: "It's cool, it's really cool!"
After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked Chu Qi's body, and said to me: "I feel something is wrong. After all, she is an eighth-level ghost hunter. How can she be weaker than the mountain ghost?"
I whispered: "Could it be that this is also a clone?"
My sister nodded: "It's possible. After all, a magician can refine resentful souls into his own clones, and he can also control humans and brainwash them into his own clones."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed at Chu Qi's body.
In an instant, the hole in Chu Qi's chest and the wound on her arm stopped bleeding.
There was a pool of blood on the floor, and there was a lot of splatter on the coffee table and sofa.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
Chu Qi's face, which was originally as white as a piece of paper, became a little whiter, and her lips changed from the previous light pink to yellowish white.
I was about to pinch her to wake her up, when there was a knock on the door.
My sister and I looked at each other.
My sister glanced at the door of the living room and whispered: "Go and open the door."
I walked to the door and looked out through the peephole. There was a bald middle-aged man standing at the door.
He was wearing pajamas and knocking on the door with an angry face.
I opened the door and said angrily: "What are you doing?"
He pointed at me and cursed: "Damn it, I live downstairs in your house. You'd better be gentle at home and keep your voice down. If you disturb me in my sleep again, I will be rude to you!"
With the idea that doing more is worse than doing less, I nodded: "I understand."
Then, I closed the door.
What left me speechless was that the bald man started knocking on the door again.
I opened the door again and said coldly: "What are you doing?"
He pointed at me and said, "Fuck you! What's your attitude? I've even come to your door. You don't know how to apologize to me?"
"You didn't brush your teeth? Your mouth stinks so much?" I rolled my eyes and thought, I'll beat you up if you just say one more thing.
He stretched out his hand and pushed me: "Have a gentle attitude. Bienima is dragging you like two to five or eighty thousand in front of me. The last warning, if you make any more noise, I will kill you!"
At this time, I noticed that there was a dark red anger condensed between his eyebrows.
My heart tightened. Just now, this guy's eyebrows were normal, but this dark red anger only appeared when he pushed me.
"Fuck you!" I raised my foot and kicked him in the chest.
This kick knocked him directly to the ground.
I was about to give another punch when his body disappeared.
On the ground at the door, a paper man lay quietly.
This paper figure is only the size of a mobile phone, with facial features painted on its face and clothes on its body.
Judging from his face and clothing, he looks exactly like the bald man just now.
At the same time, a cloud of violent energy floated out from the paper figure, and then it gathered and transformed into a dark red long knife, which stabbed directly towards me.
The long knife was very fast and was about to hit the bridge of my nose in an instant.
Sooner or later, I suddenly thought of it and used the red eye.
"Bang!"
The long knife transformed from red violent energy exploded...
My sister came out from beside me at this time, reached out and picked up the paper figurine on the ground.
She said coldly: "The magician's puppet uses evil magic to turn the paper man into a living person. This magic can only last half an hour."
After saying that, he tore the paper figurine in his hand into two halves.
I returned to the living room, and Chu Qi was still lying on the floor, eyes closed, unconscious.
My sister knelt down, reached out and patted her face: "Hey, wake up."
Seeing that Chu Qi didn't move, her sister increased her intensity and slapped her face with a big pussy bag.
Not to mention, the key point is to be effective.
After Chu Qi received this slap, her beautiful eyebrows moved and then she opened her eyes.
The moment she opened her eyes, she murmured: "Kill me, as if I paid the price for the crime that night thirteen years ago."
I held the paper figure that was torn in half by my sister: "Is this thing yours?"
"I made the puppet. As long as I am hurt, it will turn into a human form and save me." Chu Qi said weakly.
I sighed and said: "I didn't expect this puppet to protect the master. It's a pity that he tried to sneak attack me but failed and was killed by me. I want to know how many trump cards you have."
Chu Qi, who was originally furious, actually showed a weird smile: "Then tell me, how many secrets are hidden in you? Your eyes are not evil magic, nor are they the magic of ghost hunters. If I guess
That’s right, it should be a kind of superpower, right?”
