"Before he went to the Kunlun Mountains, he recalled all the old teachers in the country, saying that the arrival of the black robe king needed everyone's strength, and that it was absolutely impossible to open the star door by his own strength."

At this point, the expression on his face also became painful, and his body seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.

“He took something inside us, not something physical, like gas, and we don’t know what...”

"From the day he took it, our body began to decay, although the strength did not decline in the process, but greatly enhanced, but the change of the body I still saw ... ... Before long, the body will naturally decay and die, or else it will completely collapse..."

Hearing this, I can't help but be surprised by the means of the self-directed teacher, this old thing is hard enough, the outsiders are black, and the hands of their own people are blacker...

When I first heard what he said, my first reaction was that the teacher took away their vitality, so they would become sick.

“Are you here?”I asked quietly.

“Yes.”He nodded and said truthfully: "There are still more than 50 people in it, they are all meditating and resting, and our bodies can't completely control our anger, they are all out of our control, only when we meditate can stop this situation..."

“Fifty people?”I stand.

This situation is a little different from what Stuart said, but it is difficult to find out that someone else has arrived in Chengdu?

“Who is the leader?”I asked.

He whispered that no one was leading, all of whom came in accordance with the previous arrangement of the Master of Freedom, and our gentlemen were all one generation, and there was no difference between them.

"Well," I laughed, "that's all right to sort it out, and you'll take me over and see, and when I touch the others, you'll turn around and go back, and I won't embarrass you."

For the old people, I have always thought of the evil work, and the moment of kindness will bring disaster to me or other innocent people.

But this time, I really intend to let him go, perhaps because I met such a reasonable old teacher for the first time... but I specifically put it or not, so let's not say it, and I'll see it again.

“Or I’ll give you a direction... yourself?”He said tremblingly, with a tangle in his face: "If they see me taking you in, just run away one, or the news spreads, I will not die!" 」

Seeing that I did not say, he trembled and said, "You don't know how they clean up the two or five, as long as someone betrays them, this thing can't be done, and death is the most basic... I'm afraid I'll not be able to live after I die!"

“Afraid of shit.”I laughed, not afraid that he would sneak on me, extend his hand to put his hand on his shoulder, almost walking him to the abandoned construction site: "Today I will help you solve these people, to ensure that no one can know your things, nothing else dare to say, killing the mouth of this little thing, I am still very good."

Listen to me, he said nothing more, did not dare to struggle, for fear of anger at me, can only lead me to the construction site.

Personally, I feel that this old teacher is very friendly, but I like this opponent, and it can be done to scare him...

But I soon found out something was wrong.

The more I walk in, the more breath I can feel, not dozens... it is hundreds!

These breaths are so hidden that they seem to have been obscured by special means, and if my perception was much stronger now than I was, I might not have been aware of the changes in them.

In the process, the old teacher, who was framed by me, was also watching me in a silent manner, and seemed to want to see something from my face.

Shit, lying to me?

“The scenery is good, here...” I laughed, looked around, and said in a loud voice, “This is a good place to kill people and throw corpses, do you think?”

“Yes, I think so too!”He was busy with me, and his eyes were vaguely changed.

It’s not like I’m afraid of me, it’s just a simple tension, it’s like waiting for something to come out... When I turn my eyes away, I can see the anticipation in his eyes.

When I got to a small factory building, he motioned for me to stop and said it was coming.

As he said, there are many people in the factory, but it is also about 50, but the people outside the factory must have at least a hundred numbers.

“Who?”

A familiar voice suddenly came out of the depths of the factory building.

It was an old man speaking, and his voice sounded slightly hoarse, although his tone was very dull, but the deterrent that was difficult to describe in words was not clear.

“Who are you?”I laughed and asked, “Leave it?”

This pile of old teachers who were meditating in the factory building has now stood up and approached me, and still wait for the old man to answer me again, only to hear a smoldering sound, a strong sense of tingling, suddenly uploaded from the arm.

The arm I had put on that gentleman's shoulder had now been blown to the ground, but it was definitely not caused by a bomb, it was like gas... A very unique breath, in an instant, invaded my body and squeezed my arm.

After the attack, the old teacher directly turned around and ran into the crowd to look at me from a distance, his eyes were full of complacency.

He held a small black incense burner in his hand, or, it was a kind of incense burner-like object, and the overall outline looked at some twisting and crooked, like a casting master who could not care, and casually came out of the perfunctory sub-treaur.

On top of that incense burner, there are a few chopsticks so thick pores, some deep black like tentacles, from there are constantly drilled out, retracted...

“I said it.”I smiled, looking at the broken wound on my shoulders, not feeling nervous, but a smile: "How can there be a good person in your old religion, even if there are smart people, they have already let the free teacher wash them away..."

The gentleman saw my face as usual, and the voice of his speech could not help but tremble, only to show a nervous face: "You shed so much blood... why can your breath be stabilized..."

"Who knows, maybe I'm physically good."

I laughed, slowly pulling out the smoke from my pocket and giving myself a point.

In the process, my broken arm has been completely restored, and the speed of recovery has made everyone look straight.

"Damn, I was going to let you go, it looks like you can't live today."

I smoked, looked at the old teacher across the crowd, and the smile on my face gradually became angry.

“You fucking fucked me?”

"Besieden him!" he cried with horror, his body trembling uncontrollably, and the sound of shouting became sharp: "We are many!

When I heard this, I laughed and scolded.

"People have more ass."

At this time, the old man sitting in the dark corner, melodiously opened his mouth: "He said yes, most people do not necessarily use, but it is always better than being killed, you go to him first, give me time, I will clean him up."

Since he said more things this time, when he spoke, I was also taking the opportunity to remember...

I definitely know him, but the voice of this person has changed a little, it seems that it is not like this, but the tone of the speech is still frustrated and the tone of the voice...

I fucked.

I opened my eyes and looked straight at the dark corner: “You’re crazy, you’re mad?!

Hearing this series of questions, the old man laughed twice and asked.

“If we don’t kill you, what can we do?”

With that, he coughed for a while, and the tone was calm as simple as eating and drinking water.

"Go up, give me time, and I'll kill him."

I sneered, slowly pulled out the knife, clasped the knife in both hands, and rushed straight to the old man's position.

“I want to be more bully, Mommy, how you are today!”