2 The King of Tomb Robbers is in the Well of Necromancers?
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Your friend: Feitian] "The real 'Book of Purgatory'... Feng, little sister... the real... the real..." He raised his wrist with force, flashed the two lotus flowers, and stretched out to me and Xiao Ke
In front of the cold.
Xiao Keleng was also someone who had seen big scenes, but he was helpless against the tragic situation before him, and could not even take any first aid measures. I knew that the most important thing to do at this moment was to perform "euthanasia" for the plague so that he would not suffer.
"Real...real..." The wound quickly spread to his right chest, and the monk's robe, which had been soaked with blood, was broken into pieces, and then mixed with the rotting blood.
"Mr. Feng, what should I do..." Xiao Kereng looked at me as if asking for help.
I shook my head slowly: "The 'Night Angel Gang' will not let any traitor go. Even if the President of South Korea jumps out to intercede, it will be of no avail. The 'Seven Killing Method' cannot be cracked, just like the plague killed the elephant monk.
Just a quick round of revenge."
Snowflakes falling on dead trees also become a kind of flower, so Xiao Keleng's saying "it's not terrible if there are no flowers if you welcome the door" is not true. The layout of that small courtyard is destined for any owner to end up
There is no way to escape the fate of violent death. Before the elephant monk or after the plague, someone will definitely be killed.
"Little sister, I'm going...to go first--" Plague's legs spasmed, and he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood and a bloody tongue, chewing his own tongue.
Xiao Kereng laughed blankly. Tonight, she first discovered the true identity of Plague. She felt that she would be our rightful helper and obtained the "Book of Purgatory" - this small victory required Plague's life.
The price paid to maintain the fruits is too high.
The snow is about to stop, the air is getting colder and colder, the blood of the plague is no longer flowing, and a thin layer of ice has formed on the soaked clothes.
"I suddenly felt... very hesitant and terrifying... Is this the real world?" Xiao Kereng whispered to himself, his fingers helplessly combing into his short hair and scratching hard. The plague was something she was very familiar with in the past.
A friend of hers died bloody in front of her eyes, which would certainly frighten her.
My phone rang within thirty seconds after the plague died, and it turned out to be Goldfinger calling. The background of the call was the sound of waves crashing against the phone.
"Mr. Feng, the plague should be dead, right? The killing time of my 'New Zealand Shepherd Dog' is quite precise. After all, this is the fifteenth generation product. The development accuracy is unprecedented and will be used to deal with the gang's number one."
Enemy, are you satisfied with our performance?"
She smiled politely on the phone, as if the tragic death of the plague just now was a sitcom she deliberately arranged for me to watch, expecting me, the audience, to make appropriate comments.
I smiled calmly: "It's awesome."
Goldfinger laughed a little louder and continued slowly: "The 'Night Angel Gang' will never let go of a traitor, but it will never accidentally hurt a friend. The gang leader thinks very highly of you, Mr. Feng, at least in the Asian underworld.
I still can’t find anyone who can replace you, so I formally express the gang leader’s invitation to you. Welcome to join the ‘Night Angel Gang’. Let’s work together to build the number one gang in Asia. Are you interested?”
I still smiled: "Thank you."
Listening to the sound, she was standing on the beach. I heard the powerful motor of the organic sailboat roaring. Next, she should be taking a boat to cross the sea and leave.
"So, are we due to meet in the future? Someone from the gang will contact you in time, wish you good luck!" Goldfinger could hear the anger buried in my calmness, but he didn't care. The world is changing, and they dominate the Asian underworld.
Dreams may become reality. At that time, the "Night Angel Gang" will rule the world and will not take anyone seriously.
The moment before she hung up the phone, the sound of the motor suddenly increased to the point of deafening. It seemed that the retreat route had already been arranged before seizing the treasure and killing people.
The reason why I forced myself to respond calmly is because even if I get angry and find someone to fight for it, I can't save Plague's life. He killed Shi Dao and Xiang Monk, and Goldfinger killed him. This kind of cycle of killing can no longer clearly distinguish who is against whom.
Wrong, no life on earth should be deprived of its right to exist by others.
At this point, the "Desert Storm" operation of the US-British coalition forces is the best negative teaching material.
Xiao Kereng did not shed tears, but his mood became heavier and heavier. We both forgot about the bitter cold of the snowy night and stood by the "Well of Psychics" with our own thoughts.
I leaned down and put both hands into the water. The water was bone-chilling, and it felt exactly the same as before. So, what will my brother do next after he enters the water? Keep swimming downward until...until a certain depth?
The most incomprehensible thing at present is that Plague himself said "He entered the water and never came back."
Humans live on land. Even Sima Jiaolong, the greatest Yangtze River bandit in the past, only occasionally lurked in the water for seventy-two hours in a show, relying on snorkels and liquid food to sustain life. We are not fish, and we do not survive at all.
To adapt to underwater survival, even a submarine operator must surface once every five hundred hours to completely expose the entire respiratory system to the earth's air.
"If there are no abnormal circumstances, the eldest brother will definitely come back, and the plague will definitely see him..."
"Mr. Feng, what should we do next?" After Xiao Kereng was severely hit, his thinking ability declined rapidly and he had to ask me for instructions on everything.
I took Plague's left arm and carried him on my shoulders. It was too late at night, so let's go back to the courtyard first. So many things happened in one night, and the night passed too long.
Walking back all the way, except for the melancholy snow in my eyes, there were no sounds of people or shadows of birds. The entire Fengqiao Temple was like a huge tomb that had fallen into deathly silence.
Returning to the small courtyard covered with thick snow, I felt like I was in another world. The lights in Guan Baoling's room had been turned off and the courtyard was quiet. We opened the door of another room and temporarily placed the plague corpse under the eaves of the corridor, using a
The sheets were carefully covered and then went back to the room to rest.
Xiao Kereng slept on the only bed, and I pulled a blanket and lay flat on the table, ignoring the cold and hardness underneath my body. After three minutes of trance, I immediately fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.
This dream was like a blurry black and white silent film without any sound.
It was still snowing heavily, and there was a tall man with broad shoulders, always facing away from me, staring down at a wooden sign in his hand. I seemed to be a shameful voyeur, watching from a distance through the blue-coated lens of the telescope
Looking at him. Of course, I also saw the lotus carved on the wooden sign, but it didn't have the normal color.
"Is this the Jianghu? It's full of killing, blood, plunder, coveting, and only these, without seeing anything inspiring. If this was the original state of the Jianghu, I would rather have refused Mr. Scalpel's invitation.
, step into such a dirty quagmire. My ideal is actually to be a university professor, taking students to see the peach blossoms in March in spring, chatting and writing poems on the green grass, and looking forward to the bright future of the world..."
It was a distant voice, and it came from Xiao Kereng.
I said "Yeah" and turned over. I felt my shoulders and buttocks were numb, and the joints all over my body were stiff. Sleepiness continued to surge up, like the rising tide of sea water, gradually making Xiao Kereng's voice far away.
separated by ground.
I really want to continue the black and white dream I just had. That person must be my eldest brother Yang Tian, there is no doubt about it.
The snow is very heavy. When you look up at the sky, the snow flakes are connected end to end, covering them in large chunks. This is the artistic conception of "Yanshan Snowflakes are as big as a mat".
"What can the 'Book of Purgatory' tell him?" I adjusted the magnification of the telescope, focused on the sign, and finally saw clearly that all the strokes that made up the lotus were filled with dense numbers.