Lu Zhui looked out the window, trying to find Wang Jin's whereabouts.
Unfortunately, the distance became blurry at some point, as if it was covered by something.
"It's still possible for Wu Zhuo to see clearly, but I'm tired of it."
Lu Zhui sighed and shook his head slightly.
He was a little worried about Wang Jin.
The young man suddenly climbed out of the window just now, leaving only two strange black objects behind.
It was full of chaos and uncertainty, and the screams were even more nerve-wracking.
It should be some kind of gift from the evil god.
I have to say that these two black dumplings solved the current dilemma very well.
But using the gift in such an insignificant place means that Wang Jinde is facing danger alone.
"The mission of the divine envoy is to communicate with the evil gods and run the organization. He shouldn't have much fighting power."
Lu Zhui squinted his eyes and mumbled softly.
He had never seen Wang Jin take action, so he could only rely on his own experience to figure out the opponent's strength.
No one with brains can fight.
This statement has no scientific basis, but it is quite accurate within a certain range.
People like Wang Jin, who are so evil-minded, should be weaklings who will die if kicked.
"I hope nothing happens..."
"teacher?"
Zhang Wen's father waved his hand in front of the man with his head lowered and called softly.
"Um!?"
A confused groan was heard, and the head teacher sat up suddenly.
Mirror Ghost, who was waiting to cooperate with Lu Zhui, was suddenly startled, and then restrained his movements.
If the premise is not to harm the opponent's body, Mirror Ghost's manipulation ability is only useful to unconscious people.
And the head teacher is awake now.
This is a reasonable thing, after all, Wang Jin and Lu Zhui didn't really do anything to him.
"Uh...uh..."
The head teacher opened his mouth wide, but said nothing for a long time.
He wanted to stretch out his hand and do something, but found that his body was quite stiff and not very responsive.
The only thing he could use to ask for help was his own eyes full of despair.
Then the head teacher raised his pale face and looked at the two people in front of him.
Then winked wildly.
"Ah, I understand."
Zhang Wen's father nodded, with sudden realization written all over his face.
The teacher hinted more than once that he and his father would give him some gifts.
But now...this can no longer be considered a hint.
I almost want to write the word "gift" on my face.
I have even decided what I want.
"Teacher, are your eyes uncomfortable?"
"I have imported eye drops at home. If you don't mind..."
Zhang Wen's father nodded and spoke softly.
But the head teacher's face became paler and paler.
Wang Jin’s parents just said this a few minutes ago.
As soon as the man finished speaking, he took off his mask, revealing facial features that should not belong to humans.
This left a serious psychological shadow on the head teacher.
Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at the faces of Zhang Wen and his son.
Two people, two mouths.
No problem.
"Ahem..."
The head teacher coughed twice and seemed not so scared anymore.
"I'm fine, I'm just annoyed by the ignorant child."
"!!!"
The head teacher explained casually, but his eyes were full of shock.
Sweating like rain.
He knew he was speechless.
Even if humans can speak, it is impossible for humans to cough and speak such clear words at the same time.
But that sound just now definitely came from himself.
This means that I...have two mouths.
"Ha ha…"
The head teacher's mouth was wide open, like a fish that had been thrown ashore.
Fear came in like a tide, almost completely drowning his reason.
Suffocating.
"Don't be afraid."
Wang Jin, who was not far away, turned his head and looked at the class teacher.
Just like a drowning person who desperately grabs whatever is at hand.
The head teacher looked at Wang Jin impatiently, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
The next second, the man was stunned.
He knew that he would never be able to completely forget the scene in front of him in his life.
The young man's slender body supported the head of a middle-aged man.
In the middle of the head is the face of the head teacher.
The only difference is the two mouths that appear side by side.
Then the head teacher suddenly widened his eyes and almost lost his breath.
The next second, he tilted his neck and lowered his head again.
——
"Damn... I've never seen you so kind before?"
Wang Jin gritted his teeth and swung out his iron claw, stabbing Liu Jianghe through the chest.
As if he thought this was not safe, he forcefully pulled out the opponent's spine and crushed it into pieces.
But this left Wang Jin with no time to avoid the doctor's flying scalpel, which resulted in a small cut.
"call…"
The young man sighed and watched the Liujiang River slowly dissipate.
If he didn't do this, the mentally ill man in a white coat would snatch the injured person from Wang Jin's hands at all costs, and then cure him as quickly as possible.
Like an angel in white who saves lives and heals the wounded.
Others also figured out the doctor's thinking and began to cooperate with each other.
This gave Wang Jin quite a headache.
Fortunately, he had a habit of going all out when attacking, so he was able to kill the most troublesome ones at the beginning of the battle.
The only ones left now are the cook Jia, the doctor, and Kong E.
As well as Samsara standing in the distance in black robes, and the person who is neither Kong E nor Wei Shan.
There has been no movement from the latter two, and Wang Jin does not intend to kill them directly at the risk of being besieged.
He wanted to see what reincarnation looked like, but there was no need to risk his life.
"Ouch!"
Cook Jia raised his head and roared, the murderous aura on his body solidifying.
A murderous creature with three heads and six arms appeared behind him...although it was several times smaller.
But that astonishing momentum was unambiguous at all.
"Forged in flesh and blood."
The doctor narrowed his eyes and put his hand on Chef Jia's shoulder.
As a result, the already strong body swelled again, muscles grew, and blood flowed freely.
The killing aspect also responded to this change and returned to its normal size.
Unfortunately, this strange change stopped halfway through.
The doctor groaned and backed away, tightly covering the wound.
"Tsk...there is no such thing as an invincible frame in reality."
The blood shadow flickered, and Wang Jin appeared not far away again.
Then he casually dropped half of his arm.
He couldn't just watch the doctor do something to Chef A.
"Well!"
The doctor covered the broken arm and seemed to want to use his own self-healing ability to repair it.
Wang Jin did not rush to take action, but looked at the other party with interest.
One-third of the self-healing ability…
It actually allowed the doctor's arm to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Damn, monster?"
Wang Jin gritted his teeth with a complicated expression.
He knew that doctors had strong self-healing abilities, but it was a bit ridiculous.
Many ghost stories are not this scary.
Of course, there's no time to think about it that much now.
"Be smart."
Wang Jin whispered softly to the Scarlet Grip, and then rushed forward.
Toward the direction of Pao Jia.
The doctor's arm was broken and he was unable to perform emergency surgery on others for a while.
Now is the best time to reduce the opponent's number.