After saying this, the three dead souls immediately looked ferocious, as if they had lost their minds, and then headed straight towards Zhang Xianguang like ghosts.

The three dead souls did not attack separately, but all rushed towards the second Zhang Xianguang.

The judgment of the older generation of dead souls was very correct. They wanted to kill Zhang Xianguang and rescue Li Jun. They would defeat the opponent to the greatest extent and at the same time restore their own disadvantage.

"Are the dead souls also going to cause trouble?" Zhang Xianguang raised the machete in his hand again.

But at this moment.

One of them, Zhang Xianguang, stretched out his hand but it was empty.

The knife...is missing.

"I succeeded."

Zhou Deng wore a human skin mask, and his whole person became strange and strange, but his tone was a bit surprising, because at this moment he was holding a rusty old machete in his hand.

This knife is Zhang Xianguang's knife.

"Huh?"

Later, when he held the big knife, Zhou Deng found that the sight in front of him had changed and became particularly weird, because the sight was not complete, but split, like a complete picture torn into many pieces.

, the torn wounds were like knives, ferocious and strange.

But when Zhou Deng's vision changed and he looked into the darkness, all the cracks disappeared and everything returned to normal.

"Don't hold this thing."

On the side, Lu Zhiwen grabbed Zhou Deng's hand, snatched the old machete, and threw it aside.

At this moment, Zhou Deng's arm had completely rotted away, with the flesh and blood peeling off, leaving only the bones.

"Curse?" Zhou Deng took a breath.

He looked at his hand, but he couldn't feel the pain.
Chapter completed!