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Chapter 115 Su Yan, Your Uncle

I once had a comfortable and comfortable life in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. I didn't regret it until I was fooled by someone. This is the most painful thing in the world.

If God can give me a chance to do it again, I will say three words to the person who fools me: Get out of here!

You can imagine that when you were still admiring your target body a moment ago, you turned around in a second, and two nightmares of blood-clothed men staring at you quietly. What kind of feeling was that? Even if you were completely disappointed, you couldn't describe Guo Hao's situation at this moment.

Look at the aura they each exuded, it was so powerful that it was comparable to the noble ghost official he had seen. It was over and there was no chance to escape.

On the way here, the ghost messenger also explained to them how weaker ghost messengers encountered the blood-clothed ward. They were reincarnated? There was no door. Look at the stolen souls, which one of them returned to the underworld to reincarnate.

Sometimes, ghost messengers are more valuable than dead souls, especially weak ghost messengers like them, which are their favorite targets. Either, if you can run before you meet them, you can run away. If you are stronger, you can fight. Or, delay time and wait for the ghost clerk to come.

Guo Hao is still self-aware. He didn't even have the capital to delay time at all, especially the blood-clothed man sitting on Su Yan's chair before, who was the strongest and his huge momentum made it difficult for him to breathe. Although he was wearing a mask at this moment, he could think of how the other party was thinking about how to play with a mouse and swallow it in one last bite.

"Su Yan, my god, your ancestor!" Guo Hao's tears suddenly came out. The unfaithful guy was definitely intentional. I trust you so much. You just want to sell me. Will your conscience hurt? Wait, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go. Woo ~, there is no chance to become a ghost.

He fully believed that with his powerful soul power, Su Yan must have noticed the danger in advance, and then ran away with his mule. As for why he did not inform him, it was obvious that he could not beat the two blood-clothed waiters.

Is there any fool who is more cute than him and more suitable to attract firepower? Su Yan may look here on a mountain and then say, "Brother, take care of me, I will definitely avenge you."

Woo woo, mom, I really want to reincarnate this time, I’m so tired of being a ghost messenger.

Seeing Guo Hao leaning against the edge of the bed without saying a word, he started crying. He felt sad, with endless despair and resentment in the howling sound. Su Yan could understand his mood at the moment, but why did he still want to laugh?

[Anchor, see how you two scared him.]

[It's so scary. The most terrifying thing in the world is that when you look back, the two gods of death smile.]

[I'm afraid the biggest shadow in his heart in his life will be born today.]

[The baby is so wronged. This time, the anchor really used him as a gun, which is immoral.]

...

While Su Yan was amused, he felt a little guilty in his heart. He put him in a desperate situation. He was indeed despicable. At worst, he apologized for him and compensated for two cakes.

At this time, the soul belonging to Xue Yinhao slowly floated out of the spiritual platform. As soon as he came out, his face was full of unwillingness and even more resentfulness. As soon as he saw a ghost officer and two blood-colored armored men who made him tremble, his face changed and he was about to escape.

Su Yan pointed to Xue Yinhao's soul, then looked at the blood-clothed Housing behind him, nodded, and he looked at Guo Hao. The blood-clothed Housing Understand understood and couldn't help but smile. After all, he practiced faster than him, and did not eat alone, and did not let himself run away in vain. He was open-minded and admired. That ghost man who didn't even have a fighting spirit was more valuable than the soul of the dead.

The blood-clothed waiter gave a thank-you gift to Su Yan, and then took the bronze mirror toward the dead soul. Su Yan also stood up at the same time and walked towards Guo Hao, then half-squatted in front of Guo Hao, with a cold tone and a muffled laughter.

"Don't you like to eat cakes? If you have the ability, I'll take a look now."

"Cake, what's that?" The blood-clothed Hou who walked to Su Yan was stunned and finally shook his head. He was such a strange person. If it were him, he would definitely say: "You run, run, I'll give you five breaths, and then you will have life and death."

Guo Hao was crying heartbrokenly, feeling a sense of evil spirit coming, with a strong smell of blood, and his mind was intense, and he felt like he was going to die again the next moment.

Brother, please hurry up, I'm afraid of pain!

Guo Hao was about to bargain, but unexpectedly, the blood-clothed Hou in front of him suddenly asked, "Cake?" How did he know that he likes to eat cake? Has he been checked out by others since he was in the temple?

No, although the blood-clothed marquis is very rumored, he doesn’t have the courage to enter the temple where he is located. There are many powerful people in the temple that are comparable to those of the ghost masters.

Because of the close distance, I couldn't see the true appearance of the Blood Clothing Marquis, but he was indeed waving his eyes at himself. He was right. The position where he placed his eyes was another Blood Clothing Marquis who was about to collect his soul that was already level with him.

At this moment, his eyes turned into cross-eyes again, which seemed very funny. If it weren't for his own eyes, it would be the other party crazy.

Guo Hao's mind trembled like never before at this moment, and an unrealistic idea suddenly surged out of his mind, and scenes suddenly passed by his mind.

From the first time he met Su Yan, he could change his handsome clothes at will, and then the cake he gave him in the temple. The place where the blood-clothing appeared just now was where Su Yan sat, and he also waved his eyes at him and said "cake" in his words. Except for Su Yan and him, no one knew about the cake.

Could it be that-

Guo Hao opened his eyes wide, his lips trembled violently, and he silently compared the word "Su". Sure enough, the blood-clothed man in front of him nodded without any trace.

Oh my God, it's really Brother Su. How did he hide it from the truth? He was not discovered by this real Blood Clothing Hou. He was too brave. Woooo, Brother Su, thank you. I knew you were a good person and could not leave me alone for escape. If I had known that you had this skill, I should have taught me in advance.

Su Yan was still waving his eyes at Guo Hao. Guo Hao understood it, but he quickly shook his head. He couldn't beat it. The two of them could not fight it even if they joined forces. Although they didn't know how Su Yan exuded this powerful aura, his real strength was far from that.

Su Yan sighed, knowing that he was not reliable after all, forget it, after all, he only has the soul power of a ninth-grade ghost messenger, so it doesn't matter whether he participates or not. He just apologizes. Once the battle starts, the distance can be as far as he can.
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