When Jack walked out of the door, he suddenly fell down.

His body had been pierced through a big hole by a sharp sword.

Wu Fan's whole body chased out like a bolt of lightning.

Relying on his super perception, he pursued that figure.

Why?

Why is that figure a little familiar, and why is that breath a little familiar?

Why is it so fast? This is almost a master I have seen, but Wu Fan couldn't remember who that master was.

It seems to be a master in the Huashan sword contest.

But it is definitely not Mr. Ximen, because Mr. Ximen’s speed cannot be faster than Wu’s method, nor can it be that Constantine’s martial arts are a little heavy and cannot be so light and agile.

"Kang Hui?"

Why was it him? Why did he get into this muddy water? Why did he help aliens in the Western Land?

After passing two streets, Wu Fan never found the figure again, and he quickly turned back to the original place.

The streets and alleys are messy, and many people chasing the bunker will never catch up with people who are as fast as they are.

This is almost a theorem, and even a person who is a little slower than him may not be able to catch up with him.

If a mouse keeps walking in a straight line, it will never escape the control of the cat. Therefore, experienced mice will walk on curves and repeatedly walk on curves with no regular curves. This is Kang Hui's strategy.

Mr. Priest was still drinking there without any danger.

"Miss Mary, can you tell me about Jack's situation in detail?" Wu Fan asked.

Mary was a little silent, as if she had some bad memories, and her eyes were filled with resentment. He did not have any sympathy for the death of that person. Even judging from his posture, he wanted to step on the other party's corpse a few times to relieve his hatred.

"You can choose to refuse, it's okay, I'm sorry, I don't want to reveal your previous scars, but I still want to find out the whole story." It's okay to give the other party a choice, this is a basic politeness.

"He is a bastard, a gangster. He met him three years ago and he kept harassing me. He possessed me unreasonably. There was no way. I still had two children. It was not until I met Mr. Priest that I regained my freedom. The guy who came to work in this bar seemed very mysterious. Every time I went out, he carried a revolver's hand/gun. His revolver/gun was not an ordinary revolver/gun, but a special 7-bullet hand/gun with a shaped head.

Sign, I didn't pay attention to that sign at first, but on a certain occasion, I suddenly realized that sign was too scary. It was said to be a sign of a dark force. A friend of mine told me that Mr. Priest also explained to me that the power was very large, but there was no need to be afraid, because Priest had official support, no matter how powerful the underground forces were, they would not dare to move the power on the ground, otherwise they would not want to live." Mary kept recalling his miserable years.

"Do you still remember what the shape of that skull looks like now?"

"It looks like an ordinary skull. In fact, when you look closely, the cheekbones of Guo Luo's head are very strange, which are higher than those of ordinary skulls. Moreover, the golden color is not pure gold, but dark gold, giving people a very depressing feeling." Mary described the shape of the skull in detail, and could not take out a pencil. After sketching more than a dozen pictures next to it, Mamay asked it to stop.

"Yes, yes, it's just this one withered head. You've drawn so well." Mary exclaimed. It seemed that this little guy knew everything.

I couldn't take a picture of the logo with my mobile phone and sent it to several people. He wanted to quickly find the logo. What does the spirit mean? The logo cannot be found on Baidu or various social software because it is a top-secret logo of the dark world.

Three minutes later, Table 5 gave him a WeChat message, which contained a document of about 3 trillion, which clearly recorded all the information about the vision.

Wu Fan opened the information and scanned it briefly. Not only was it too lacking in official positions, but that power was too huge. It was a branch of the Bourbon dynasty a thousand years ago. Their bloodlines were special and even had the function of innate escape, so they could disappear in front of people without any effort.

Kang Hui's speed is so fast, will it have anything to do with this family? Wu Fan knows that Kang Hui will definitely not be a member of that family, but if he learns some of the escape techniques or the Qing Palace of that family, he will definitely improve his cultivation level. Therefore, Wu Fan judged that Kang Hui must have a lot to do with that family.

Such a huge and mysterious force is a family that is unparalleled, and there must be many masters hidden in it.

Will there be a very low-key expert like Jiutian Crazy Dance?

Wu Fan felt that his vision was not enough, and he was limited to the dragon clan's world, or even to the Japanese world.

There are warriors where there are people, there are conflicts where there are people, and there are warriors where there are people.

"Mr. Priest, I want to ask you something you must tell the truth and not hide anything." Wu Fan said solemnly.

"You tell me, I won't hide anything."

"Don't that mysterious dark force really hurt you? You have never been coerced by any force, have you?"

"Absolutely, I am an old stubborn person who would rather die than surrender, so I have no way of any of those forces. Besides, my old bones are of certain value. Those people will send some people who are dying, seriously injured or have very serious poisoning to me for rescue. Anyone who cannot be saved can be saved from me can be saved. So I still have some value, not to mention that Prince James has just recovered and no one dares to be unable to get along with him, so don't worry." Mr. Priest appreciated Wu Fan's attitude very much. He didn't want to implicate anyone, even if there were huge benefits in it, and he was an irrelevant old man he just met.

He helped Wu Fan's busyness.

"That's good, that's good, I'll worry, please trouble you."

At this moment, Mr. Prest was a little sad. He put down the wine and twisted the cap on the wine bottle.

"Mr. Priest is really sorry. I can't let you have fun today. After the surgery is successful tomorrow, I will get drunk with you." Wu Fan knew that for an alcoholic, interrupting him when he was about to have fun was as uncomfortable as two newly married men and women suddenly interrupted by others.

"Little bastard, you have to keep your word." Priest actually cursed Wu Fan with the words of the dragon clan.

Wu Fan felt very comfortable. Taozi scolded him, and everything would be easy to solve. If he didn't scold him for being very polite to him, then tomorrow's affairs might not be successful.
Chapter completed!