In Nancheng District, Shangjing City, a thin figure quickly shuttled between the buildings.
The black shadow under his feet boiled strangely, turning into liquid and covering his legs.
He didn't move much, but his speed was incredibly fast, as if gravity was not worth mentioning in front of him.
The black windbreaker made a hunting sound, and daggers and muskets could be vaguely seen through the flying hem.
A copper whistle as exquisite as an ornament hung around his neck, and there was a vague glow of fire on it, as if it would burst into flames in the next second.
The eyes on his cheeks opened slightly, light blue mist and death were rushing around him, and a mysterious and dark atmosphere came from the parchment that was constantly turning in his hand.
The girl in a red dress hugged him gently from behind, bringing warmth while also alerting the surroundings.
He is the hunter of this grand party.
At the same time, a figure that looked exactly like him was running quickly on the ground, and his slightly strange way of exerting force made him look less like a human being.
Let the mirror ghost clear the way and fall not far behind him. This is the safest way.
"Wang Jin."
Azi, who was behind him, trembled slightly and spoke to remind him.
"Yeah, I feel it too."
Wang Jin stopped and hid in the corner of the building.
——
"Crack."
In Xicheng District, a white-haired figure dressed in black robe stepped forward.
Behind him were the broken limbs scattered on the ground, as well as strange creatures that were slowly decaying.
"How...possible?"
It roared unwillingly, but it could only be turned into ashes along with the blood-soaked human skin.
"Crack."
The figure took another step, but seemed to have crossed a long distance and appeared on the other side of the alley.
Reaching out and stroking the red lines on his face, he slowly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man blocking his way.
"Yo."
Zhao Guangming was holding a cigarette carelessly and raised his chin at the god of evil.
"Get out of the way."
A voice without any emotion came out, but this time He opened his mouth.
For the first time, Gu Jing Wubo's face showed waves, and he looked at Zhao Guangming with some pity.
"This level of informality is of no use to me."
Zhao Guangming scratched his head, with a helpless smile on his tired face.
"When that boy Li Yu said the word "god", I was a little suspicious.
"Then when he mentioned heterochromatic eyes, I guessed it was you."
The middle-aged man was talking to himself, seemingly not considering what was going on.
"How could the son of God, who was so proud back then, become an evil being now?"
"It has nothing to do with you."
The god of evil frowned, with a hint of anger on his face, but he did not stop.
"It's because of that woman."
The man's tone changed, his eyes became sharp and cold, and the smile on his face had no warmth.
"You who claim to be the sons of God have never thought that what you believe in is just a false god, right?"
"die."
The god of evil did not respond to Zhao Guangming, but opened his mouth slightly and spit out syllables with strong murderous intent.
Something seemed to fluctuate in the air, and Zhao Guangming suddenly covered his chest and breathed heavily, like a fish thrown to the shore.
The pupils gradually dilated, cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and death kissed the middle-aged man's face.
The next second, all these symptoms disappeared, he raised his head with a smile, and stopped in front of the god of evil again.
"Ah, she seemed to have given me something called a blessing back then. You two brats couldn't hurt me."
Zhao Guangming waved his hand and smiled with a smile on his face.
"It sounds quite contradictory."
"It's been seven years since we last met. I also have something to ask that woman. It's not impossible for you to come over."
"What a pity. I was asked to stop you two brothers from letting that woman come to this broken world again."
"On one side is my own blood feud, and on the other side is the childish reason of saving the world."
The man twirled his fingers and muttered softly.
"I chose the latter."
Dark clouds were overthrown and the wind was blowing fiercely.
The tall man pulled out his two swords and squinted at the monster named God, with a look of cold arrogance in his eyes.
"How naive."
It seemed that something he had tried his best to maintain was broken, and the god of evil grinned and smiled.
"Ah, maybe I was infected by that kid."
A cold light flashed, and a mortal waved his sword towards the god.
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"This is too much."
Wang Jin looked at the rapidly approaching team and frowned.
Although he has considered that there will be believers around the gods.
But there was something wrong with this huge crowd of hundreds of people.
Mixed races in blue uniforms, ordinary people of different ages and genders, and...
"No, they are not all human beings."
Inspiration flashed, and Wang Jin had a look of helplessness on his face.
It seems that this god of evil took some less dangerous stories with him during his betrayal.
At this moment, they were vaguely centered on someone, moving forward expressionlessly.
Wang Jin subconsciously looked at the core of the huge team and couldn't help being stunned.
Before coming here, he had guessed what the abomination would look like. He had considered everything from glowing to full of wings, but the only thing he didn't expect was this.
Too... ordinary.
Her shoulder-length snow-white hair was tied into a simple ponytail, and her body was wrapped in a wide black coat.
The neutral face was just exposed to the air, and the red lines were partially covered by thick-framed glasses.
If it weren't for the iconic amber eyes, Wang Jin wouldn't dare confirm it.
He is so humane, just like an ordinary office worker.
It's a pity that Wang Jin really doesn't know how to deal with an ordinary office worker with hundreds of people behind him.
Let him use pollution to drive dozens of unclean people crazy. This is quite easy to handle. Wang Jin doesn't even need to show his face.
Unfortunately, these hundreds of people are too scattered and Wang Jin can't do it.
It is not a problem of contamination, but that the scope of pirated Zarathul Mysteries is not enough.
Once the atmosphere leaks out, Shangjing City will probably be uprooted.
What's more, there are ordinary people who are bewitched here. Even if the scope of the secret ritual is large enough, Wang Jin cannot act rashly.
"Ah, it seems there is only one way left."
Maybe it would be easier if Meng Yu were here, but it's a pity that he is alone now.
Without too much hesitation, Wang Jin had already figured out what to do.
If a good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, there is no need to put himself at risk.
Wang Jin was going to leave first and discuss with Ma Yao what to do.
The next second, the inspiration warning flashed wildly, and the god's amber eyes looked at the hiding place of Wang Jin.
The birds in the sky chirped harshly, sounding like children laughing.
"Fuck..."
Wang Jin almost subconsciously took out the ghost blowing lamp and pressed the button fiercely.
The bird with a human face above the head was wailing and flying up and down.
"Eula!"
The black figure flashed and suddenly broke the bird's neck.
Unfortunately, it still made a shrill cry and had a strange smile on its face.