Dense bullets poured into the narrow path, reverberating repeatedly. Mustache felt that Nan Anshou, who was at the end of his battle, would not be able to dodge all the bullets, so he made all preparations and prepared for the attack. When the gunshots fell, Duoji
He also staggered over from behind. He was traumatized, but he was still in good spirits. He spit out blood from his mouth and his small eyes were bright.
As soon as the gunshots stopped, Xiao Hu and Lao Zhao immediately heard the uncontrollable sound of someone being shot from the other side of the corner, and at the same time there were even more hurried footsteps. Lao Zhao quickly changed the magazine, and after a while
The outcrop looked that way, and then another round of bullets hit it.
After two rounds of blows, even a brown bear was still bleeding. Mustache looked over from the side of the corner, and the path was still some distance away. Nan Anshou and his only remaining subordinate were all shot, but when Mustache showed his head
At the same moment, the opponent also fired a series of bullets like a torrential rain, sparks flying, forcing Mustache to retreat.
But in just this short moment, Mustache saw that the other two people had little energy left to resist. Nan Anshou's body was thin, and he might have been shot in the abdomen. He was nestled in a corner, and his men gritted their teeth in front, resisting stubbornly. However,
Lao Zhao was also very experienced, so he took advantage of the gap between the opponent's bullets and the magazine to be changed, and rushed over. Mustache also pulled away. Although Duoji did not directly impact, the shroud was still on his body.
Burning in hands.
Nan Anshou was in extreme pain, and his composure disappeared. The muscles on his face and his body were constantly spasming and twitching. The black hat on his head fell loosely, revealing his true face. As Mustache thought, except for those eyes, Nan Anshou
Shou was like an ordinary taciturn person. His face was pale, and there was an abnormal blush on his cheeks because he was suffering from unimaginable pain.
Lao Zhao's gun was already approaching them, but Nan Anshou's men still wanted to struggle and jump up to resist. At this time, no one could show mercy. Lao Zhao did not hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot the opponent with one shot.
His chest penetrated. A few splashes of blood fell on Nan Anshou's face behind him. The scene made people want to tremble, just like a few bright red and cruel flowers painted on a piece of snow-white cloth.
Nan Anshou was indeed unable to struggle, his energy was almost exhausted, his abdomen was bleeding continuously, and he huddled in the corner, but he was trying to show Mustache how calm and calm he was in the face of death, so he tried his best to control himself
He was twitching, and slowly stood up while holding on to the stone beside him.
"What are you doing?" Old Zhao took a breath, grinned, and pointed the gun at Nan Anshou: "Are you showing that you also have that strong **Bushido spirit? Don't be stupid. Do you know that, except for you?
, people all over the world don’t think bushido is bravery, it’s a crime.”
Nan Anshou ignored Lao Zhao at all, he only stared at Mustache silently. This fight came very suddenly, and Mustache had no choice, just like on the battlefield, all the soldiers on both sides were strangers to each other, but if you
If you don't shoot to kill the opponent, then the opponent's bullets will mercilessly penetrate your body.
Sometimes, there is no need for a reason to kill.
Once Mustache makes up his mind, he will not be indecisive. He will kill Nan Anshou immediately without leaving any chance for the opponent to counterattack.
The blade of the alloy tube shined brightly, and the movements of the mustache were equally fast. When he waved the blade, Nan Anshou, who had been watching him indifferently, suddenly spoke and said in very blunt Chinese: "You have no victory, I can see
, you and the people you care for will all die..."
These words were like a violent storm, impacting Mustache's heart. His ferocious movements suddenly seemed to be strongly blocked. He knew that people like Nan Anshou would not speak if they did not speak.
Will threaten and intimidate.
Did Nan Anshou foresee something?
Mustache's heart was trembling. He didn't care about his life or death. If he died, he would die. He felt that the first half of his life was not in vain. Death was just to find the final destination that everyone should have in advance. But Nan Anshou's future
Half a sentence made him panic, unspeakable panic, who could the person he favored be?
"Kill him!" Duoji loudly warned Mustache from behind. Nan Anshou was too terrifying. He had already dragged Duoji almost to collapse. He must not leave any chance to the other party for any reason, otherwise the three of them would die miserably.
.
Duoji's words were like the sound of a bell, awakening Mustache. No matter what, Nan Anshou must be killed. His slow movements quickly recovered, and the sword flashed forward without hesitation.
Nan Anshou's eyes still had the red light lingering back and forth, but they were dimming little by little. He knew that at this moment, he would die. He stood straight on the spot, without dodging or resisting.
"That person is very important to you..." Mustache's blade was almost in front of Nan Anshou's eyes, but the thin superpower did not show any fear. On the contrary,
He became more and more relaxed, and there was a hint of a contemptuous smile on his lips.
This smile made Mustache feel very uncomfortable, but the speed of the sword light was almost faster than his thoughts. Without any pause, the cold light flashed across Nan Anshou's throat, and a piece of blood suddenly spattered out, and Nan Anshou's neck was almost scratched.
It was broken, and his head hung limply to the side. However, until the moment before he died, the smile that made Mustache feel very uncomfortable was still frozen at the corner of his mouth.
Nan Anshou's death made Old Zhao sigh in relief. He held up the alloy tube with his mustache, and blood dripped down the tip of the knife. He was still thinking. But at this time, Duoji from behind was holding on to the stone wall and stretched out his fingers.
Looking at Nan Anshou, he suddenly shouted: "A bit of his spiritual consciousness has escaped!"
Duoji immediately jumped over the dazed Lao Zhao and Xiaozhu and chased after him. After Duoji shouted, Xiaozhu finally realized why he felt so uncomfortable.
In the consciousness of almost everyone, the death of a person represents the complete annihilation of a person, but this is not a theorem. Otherwise, there would be no treasures and reincarnations in this world. There are very few special people.
After the body is annihilated, the spiritual consciousness will not disappear and can continue to exist in another form. If we use the reincarnation theory of Tibetan Buddhism, the body is only the temporary residence of the spiritual consciousness.
For a person with super strong mental power like Nan Anshou, the collapse of his body may not mean his absolute death. Mustache understood the words he said before his death, which were indifferent but filled with strong threats and revenge.
, Nan Anshou knows the importance of the person hidden in Mustache's mind, and his spiritual consciousness will take away this information and bring it to other people.
"Duoji! Catch him!" Mustache couldn't calm down anymore. He couldn't see the existence of spiritual consciousness at all, but he knew the danger of the matter. He ran behind Duoji and kept urging.
"You can't catch it with your hands!" Duoji dragged his injured body and ran very fast, but he could only sense the escape of Nan'an's longevity consciousness, but he couldn't stop it with his hands: "That requires a complicated ritual!"
"Hurry then!"
As Duoji ran, he kept taking out all kinds of strange things from under his black robe. He vaguely remembered a ritual about killing spiritual consciousness in the witchcraft of the Ao Cult, but he had never used it.
"The skull of a boy who died in infancy, the blood of five people, five kinds of meat, a handful of black mustard seeds..." There were many things under Dorje's black robe, the ritual of killing spiritual consciousness that he remembered, and many ancient
Like witchcraft, special tributes are used to summon demons that can devour people's souls. The recipe of the tribute is jaw-dropping, and Duoji frowns because he can't guarantee that he will carry all the ingredients with him.
Nan Anshou's invisible spiritual consciousness was erratic, and the speed was very fast. Duoji had to use all his strength to keep up. After running out for a while, Mustache discovered that the spiritual consciousness was escaping along the way. If this was the case, then the three people
They must be led back to the places they have set foot in before, and there will be many people in those places at this moment. Whether they are pilgrims or in the world, at this time, everyone regards the mustache as their biggest enemy.
But there was no way, Mustache would never allow his memory to be leaked out along with Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness.
The place where they fought with Nan Anshou before was not very far from the place where the explosion occurred. Duoji kept rummaging around for things. After a short time, they had followed to the vicinity of the blasting site where Lao Zhao had just buried the explosives. The sound of the explosion was bound to cause
Many people came, but Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness continued to move forward without any hesitation, drifting towards the center of the explosion.
Mustache's heart tightened. Although he was not really close to the explosion site, he could already vaguely see traces of someone there.
"There is a lack of blood, and there is a kind of meat!" Duoji turned around anxiously and said, "I don't have it! I can only find it temporarily!"
"This is not a vegetable market, where can I find it?" Lao Zhao followed up: "What kind of meat is missing?"
"Zhao DaBao, please let some blood go out first. Then we can look for meat later." Duoji turned his head and continued: "Human flesh."