The corps commander said in a panic: "This... what's going on... how do people die!"
The heavy rain washed away the boy's body, and the blood mixed with the rainwater soaked into the sand, leaving only a deep red mark on the surface of the soil.
Sumiao had no time to explain that his first priority was not to stay in the army, but to track down the whereabouts of the killer.
He threw away the supplies in his hand and followed the killer who had shrunk into a small black dot. Behind him, the corps commander's crazy roar came: "Hey! Where the hell are you going! Come back here.
! Come back! Who can tell me what the hell happened!"
Even though the killer had great Qinggong skills, Sumiao was a demon who pursued him even more quickly and caught up quickly.
The heavy rain was majestic. This kind of rain was very rare in Western Xinjiang. The dense rain lines fell rapidly, blocking people's sight. It was not easy to pursue them under such circumstances.
The killer was dressed in black from head to toe, and also wore a black scarf on his face, with only two eyes exposed. With these eyes, Sumiao could not judge his appearance at all.
"Stop running!" Sumiao chased after him and touched the man's body, but the killer's body was so soft that his bones seemed to shrink. Even if Sumiao touched it, he would quickly
broke free.
One person and one demon fought like this for several rounds in the rain, and countless mud splashed on the ground under their stampede.
If this goes on, without knowing how long the fight will last, Sumiao will disappear from her real form and become virtual, and the armor and clothes of a deserter will fall off her body.
The killer was startled. The person who was alive just now suddenly disappeared. He was well-trained and knew that there was a scam, so he didn't dare to stay longer and ran away.
How could Sumiao let him go? She followed him closely. Seeing the right moment, she stretched out her legs and transformed into her real form. The killer was unable to prevent him, so he tripped and fell to the ground.
Seeing the opportunity, Sumiao hurried over, stretched out her hands, and grabbed the killer's arm. This time, he exerted force on his hand and stretched out his demonic claws. The sharp nails of his ten fingers penetrated the killer's clothes and hooked into his flesh.
In this way, the killer will no longer be able to use his dirty tricks to escape.
Sumiao did not intend to get rid of the killer directly, but wanted to ask the man why he wanted to assassinate Qin Xiao. He was just a small material soldier, how could he be so virtuous...
"Tell me! Why did you do this? If you don't tell the truth, I will kill you immediately." Sumiao roared.
The killer couldn't move, but still didn't say a word. Then he quickly made a move that even Su Miao didn't expect. He freed up his other arm, shouted loudly, turned his fist into a palm, and punched the
The arm that was only restrained was split open. Blood came out all of a sudden.
The eye-catching scarlet color was quickly washed away by the rain into a light pink.
With his arm broken, the killer was free. He endured the pain and tapped his meridians to forcefully stop the bleeding. He took out a projectile from his arms with one arm and threw it on the ground. This series of actions was done in one go, almost in a flash.
of.
The projectile contained explosives and made a loud roar as soon as it hit the ground. Sumiao's hands were trapped in the killer's arms and she had no time to react. She raised her hands hurriedly to block it with her broken arm. Due to the heavy rain, the projectile did not fly.
The poisonous smoke and dust still blew up the wet soil, causing Sumiao to be unable to see anything for a moment.