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Chapter 164 Blooming Blood Lotus, Part 1

At night, there is silence.

Jiang Che lay on the bed, unable to calm down for a long time.

Crazy Li said he could unlock the door and promised to take him out to watch the stars and the moon at night.

Now I have a headache and can't leave the ward.

If Crazy Li could really pick the lock...

That is undoubtedly a great help.

He was constantly monitored by caregivers during the day.

Night is the best time to collect clues...

However, Madman Li was lying upright on the bed, motionless.

I don’t know at what time I will wake up.

What should I do if I encounter the attending doctor making rounds...

Tonight, I am destined to have trouble sleeping.



at the same time.

Real world, Linhai City.

That is, the city where Su Xiaojin is located is adjacent to Tianqing City.

On dark and windy nights this month.

The mystery of Linhai City is covered by a rare strange ruin.

The ear-piercing ghostly cries came and went.

"Ghost slave..."

Yang Qingqing, the captain of Team 3206, was holding two knives and his body was covered with wounds.

She was originally delicate and charming, but now she was in a state of embarrassment.

Her teammates were lying around her in a mess.

All dead...

All dead!!!

Holding back the severe pain radiating from every part of his body, he stared at the three figures in front of him with his narrow eyes.

Yang Qingqing is no stranger to these three people.

Three of the twenty-four deacons of the Illuminati.

The third seat - Ghost Servant.

Seat Sixteen - Void.

Seat 23 - Singer.

A black knife emerged from the ghost slave's sleeve, the blade glowing coldly under the moonlight.

The blood remaining on it seemed to declare its victory.

"Where are the things?" the ghost slave said calmly.

Yang Qingqing gritted his silver teeth, looked at the tragic death of his teammates around him, and sneered.

"Ah……"

"Hahaha……"

"You can't even see things, and that's nothing more than a deacon of the Illuminati."

As the captain of the secret team of 3206, Yang Qingqing's strength is not as strong as other team captains.

But his ability to investigate and solve crimes is well-known.

After discovering that someone was raising ghosts in the area under her jurisdiction, she found the place where the ghosts were raised in just five days.

He also led his teammates to destroy the den of these beasts, and finally successfully seized the key items they used to raise ghosts.

A king's finger.

However, facing Yang Qingqing's ridicule, the ghost servant seemed very calm.

He said calmly: "It is said that the 3206 Mystery Team is top-notch in detection, and I finally saw it this time."

"Pooh!"

Yang Qingqing spat out a mouthful of blood and said fiercely: "Don't scream at me over there. If you want your fingers back, go ahead and dream of your spring and autumn dreams!"

At this moment, a brisk cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Yang Qingqing's eyes fell on a corpse at the feet of the ghost slave.

She was a girl in her early twenties, who had just joined 3206 less than a month ago.

But, she is already dead.

His neck was chopped off by a ghost slave.

The ghostly slave bends.

She took out the still ringing cell phone from her pocket.

The phone screen was covered in blood, but the caller's note could still be read clearly.

"Mother."

Yang Qingqing clenched her swords tightly, "What do you want to do!"

The ghost slave ignored Yang Qingqing at all, but answered the call from the mother of her dead teammate in front of her.

A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Xiao Lin, why haven't you gone home yet? Didn't you agree to take your friends home to celebrate your birthday this year? The food is already cold."

"Hello? Xiaolin? Hello?"

Ghost slave: "Excuse me, are you her mother?"

"..., ah, yes, who are you?"

Ghost slave: "I'm sorry, she can't go back to celebrate her birthday tonight."

"What's wrong? Are you Xiaolin's leader? Ah, it's okay, it's okay, work is important, work..."

"She died."

"..."

Yang Qingqing's body began to tremble.

She was angry, she was heartbroken, and she didn't know what the ghost slave was going to do.

It was a quiet night, with the cold moonlight shining down.

The north wind was blowing coldly.

There was a sobbing sound on the other end of the phone.

"..."

"..."

a long time.

"Then...is her body still there?"

The ghost slave glanced at Xiao Lin's body and said, "It's still there, someone will send it back."

"I can ask...who is Xiaolin, how...how..."

Ghost Servant: "Because you let her join the conspiracy. The moment she joined the conspiracy, you should have thought of such an ending."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, the ghost slave threw the phone into a pool of blood.

Yang Qingqing's eyes were about to burst, and she said word by word: "What on earth do you... want to do!"

"What did I say wrong?"

The ghost slave seemed to be stating a fact: "If she had not joined the conspiracy, she must be celebrating her birthday at home with her family."

"If it weren't for you bastards, how could Xiao Lin have died!" Yang Qingqing roared.

At this moment, she finally couldn't hold it any longer.

Tears bursting from a dam.

Xiao Lin has just graduated.

It hasn’t been a month since she joined the conspiracy...

The joining ceremony is still vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday.

It was originally agreed upon tonight.

We went to her house to celebrate his birthday together.

And now...

No more, nothing more...

At this time, the ghost servant said: "We are just executing the oracle of the Lord of Light, following the light, and fighting for the light."

"Go to hell, Lord of Light!"

"Fuck you!"

Yang Qingqing swore loudly and rushed forward with his two swords.

The two swords turned into countless sword shadows, overwhelmingly falling towards the ghost slaves.

However, the body of the ghost slave seems to be a shadow.

Yang Qingqing's fierce offensive fell on him, but it had no effect at all.

On the contrary, it was an ordinary sword strike from the ghost slave.

It penetrated directly through Yang Qingqing's shoulder.

Blood dyed the night sky red and seeped into the earth.

Yang Qingqing retreated continuously.

She was no match for the ghost slaves, she knew it from the beginning.

However, she had no choice.

"It must be hard to watch them die in front of you." The ghost slave said.

"Their wails."

"Their screams."

"They said they didn't want to die."

"Shut up! We are willing to die to protect you!" Yang Qingqing roared.

The ghost servant shook his head: "You are wrong... This is the sad part of your conspiracy."

"In this world where people are dead and ghosts are living, and people are in dire straits, what they need is not your protection, but the salvation of the Lord of Light."

Yang Qingqing sneered and did not respond.

She has nothing to say to the Illuminati scum.

Traitors of mankind, yet they still act grandly and consider themselves superior.

The funny thing is that they are right!

The ghost slave sighed and spoke again: "Where is the finger?"

Yang Qingqing: "Oh, even if I die, I won't tell you!"

"I don't have to kill you."

"I do not care."

"What about her?"

The ghost slave turned around.

Yang Qingqing's blood-stained pupils shrank suddenly.

"Crack."

A box falls.

The cake inside was spilled all over the floor.

Yang Qingqing took a deep breath of air.

"run!"

"run!!!"

"Su Xiaojin! Run quickly!!!"


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