Near the breach in the earth wall, Zhu Wuneng retracted his head and frowned.
"That's not right."
He frowned, with a puzzled look on his face, as if he had drilled a hole to spy on the girl taking a bath. He was enjoying watching it, but when he turned around, he found that she was wearing a handle.
So surprised.
"But what's wrong?"
The gentle voice of the reincarnated goddess rang in my ears.
Chen Yang glanced at her and found that the reincarnated goddess still had an expression as pale as water and as divine as a saint, as if none of the previous events had ever happened, and it was just as if the external demons during meditation had dissipated.
"Goddess, we can decide later whether it's appropriate or not."
Chen Yang pointed to the side and said: "You, the believer, are the one who is really in trouble."
With a "swipe" of the ground, Zhu Wuneng and others, as well as everyone from the Rebirth Sect, all followed Chen Yang's expectations.
In the corner, the old white man's gorgeous revolver fell apart into a pile of parts, and the handle was smashed.
His remaining hand was squeezing his neck.
The veins are exposed.
The backs of his hands are covered with veins, as are his neck and even his face.
Only the whites, kernels, and pupils of his eyes were left, as if they were not there in the first place.
Around the eye sockets, blue veins were popping out, like membranes covering the internal organs of animals and full of blood vessels.
Logan just glanced at it and couldn't bear to look at it again.
No matter how you look at it, this doesn’t look like a person who can survive!
Zhu Wuneng and Hu Tu took a few more glances.
I've seen a lot of veins on my hands and neck, and my face and eye sockets are all covered with veins. This is the first time I've seen them.
Quite rare.
"Save~~~save~save me~~"
The old white man tried his best to make a sound, but the real sound he made was like the sound of a broken bellows, both unpleasant and weak.
When normal people ask for help, whether in water, fire, or anything else, they will instinctively reach out to the person asking for help, trying to grab something?
This is what is called grasping at the last straw.
Not so with old white people.
No matter how hard he tried to call for help, his hands still strangled his neck tightly and never let go.
"Can people really strangle themselves to death?"
Hu Tu clicked his tongue in surprise.
He heard that it is impossible for people to suffocate or strangle themselves to death. At critical moments, people's survival instinct, coma mechanism, etc. will make all previous determination and efforts in vain.
"unless......"
Zhu Wuneng added to him, "...poisoned!"
Poisoned?
Hu Tu twisted his neck with difficulty. The gas mask was still on his sober face, but he was also extremely worried that his reaction was a little slow before. Did he inhale something?
No one cared about him, and the reincarnated goddess walked up to the old white man, put one hand on the back of the old white man's hand, made a fingerprint with the other, and pressed it on his forehead.
Chen Yang and others were all excited.
The old white man saved me as soon as he saw it, even though this was not a cave but the emergency center of a tertiary hospital.
Dead.
In this situation, if the reincarnated goddess can still win her back, Chen Yang will also be very interested in her and completely change his view of her.
A second later...
Zhu Wuneng scoffed.
Chen Yang shook his head and sighed.
No matter whether it was the fluorescence that was scattered all over the sky or the idea that Chen Yang described as touching the spider's web, it didn't appear.
The reincarnated goddess is really...acting like that.
The low sounds were all from the time of chanting sutras. The old white man was in extreme pain. He used his fingers to dig through the skin on his neck, cut off his trachea, and gasped like a broken bellows, freeing him from the pain.