Chapter 284 When the chaos begins, who is the faceless man
No one here is a fool...
It may not have been clear what little calculations the little devils had in mind before. They just followed the trend and shifted their focus to others, as long as it was not themselves.
But now, the little demon Buddha has clearly turned into a demon as a Buddha and cast the demon Buddha's big hand seal, making it clear that he doesn't care whether Qin Yang is fake or not, he just beats him to death.
But at the last moment, in order to prevent the black jade hand condensed with divine light from hitting the wedding dress, she would rather forcefully shatter the demon Buddha's shadow and let herself suffer the backlash, as if she had received such a blow.
At this time, I remembered that I heard that the little devil Buddha's eyes were blinded by himself.
Who can't understand what's going on?
Qin Yang must be real, because the bride he is carrying on his back, whose aura is obscure and difficult to detect, is simply a terrifyingly powerful top expert.
A well-informed person can guess that the wedding dress is a lost strong person, and an unknown person can also know what can be provoked and what cannot be provoked.
Although the faceless man is not weak, he has never had a head-to-head confrontation, so it is absolutely impossible for him to be invincible.
Now comes the problem. Since the new Qin Yang is not the Faceless Man, and the Little Devil Buddha is taking action, it is obvious that this cannot be disguised by the Faceless Man.
Among the remaining people, Duan Changkong, Withered Blood Dao Ji, Ding Dong, the leader of the Deng Sect, and Ding Sanmou, the great elder of the Deng Sect.
Who are the Faceless Men?
Anyone who can enter here, everyone alive is here.
Moreover, the faceless man has not attacked anyone for a long time. According to the previous rules, there is a high possibility that the faceless man is here.
Qin Yang glanced at the little demon Buddha who had suffered backlash and was seriously injured, and quietly moved towards him.
However, the Withered Blood Taoist Girl grinned, straightened her chest, and stood between Qin Yang and the Little Demon Buddha.
"Little brother, you should also practice physical education. What I like most is physical education."
Her body is obviously much more mature than that of the petite girl last time. She is bulging forward and backward, and she wears bold clothes. Large expanses of snow-white skin are exposed. She is deliberately half-covered and half-exposed at this moment, dazzling Qin Yang's eyes...
Qin Yang estimated that the body last time was not the original body of the Withered Blood Dao Ji.
"I'm not interested in older women." Qin Yang refused unceremoniously.
But this step also stopped.
The relationship between Little Devil Buddha and Withered Blood Dao Ji doesn't look very good, but it is obvious that at critical moments, they are unanimous in dealing with the outside world and will not hold each other back.
Seeing that Qin Yang wanted to beat up the drowned dog, the Withered Blood Taoist Lady stopped Qin Yang.
"Little brother, you are so lucky that you haven't been beaten to death yet." Withered Blood Daoji had a long face and sneered repeatedly, but she also resisted not taking action.
She saw clearly what happened to the little devil just now.
With the little devil's temperament, he would rather get hurt than encounter the bride in the red wedding dress. This only means one problem: if he encounters her, he will definitely die miserably.
She just has some psychological distortion, but she is not an idiot.
With a sneer, the Withered Blood Taoist Lady ignored Qin Yang. She had nothing to say to a hedgehog.
After fighting and failing, and killing and killing him, I couldn't help but take action. With this person's shamelessness, he would definitely use the bride in the red wedding dress as a shield.
You will definitely be tricked to death by then.
This can be seen from the first time they met, Qin Yang tempted her to take off her hijab.
Qin Yang was quite disappointed that the Withered Blood Dao Ji gave in like that?
It seems that there are rumors that she has a bad temper, is murderous, and kills people at every turn. If she were placed in the Futu Demon Sect, she would be extremely violent.
Rumors can only be used as reference...
Not trustworthy.
Qin Yang stood aside making soy sauce and watching the fun, while the little devil Buddha also sat down, lowering his eyes and adjusting his breath.
The remaining people couldn't bear it anymore.
The simplest way is to judge whether it is true or false by playing a game.
"Young descendant of the Duan family, you are the most suspicious here, come and find out the authenticity!" A soul lamp on Ding Sanmou's shoulder swayed gently, and after the halo spread, his whole body was distorted and transformed.
It turned into a dirt road, extending all the way from in front of him to the feet of Duan Changkong.
"The soul lamp leads the way, the soul returns, the soul returns..." Ding Sanmu held the oil lamp in his hand and murmured to himself.
Duan Changkong's expression changed slightly. He stood on the dirt road, and his surroundings turned into darkness. Only the faint light of an oil lamp could be seen in front of the dirt road.
The soul was enveloped by the halo and slowly fell into a haze. The idea of following the halo and walking on the dirt road just came into my mind.
A bloody streak opened up between Duan Changkong's eyebrows, and his spirit swayed, ready to burst out of his body.
"Buzz..."
The sound of the sword sounded, and a wooden sword floated in front of Duan Changkong. Divine light shimmered, and a soft halo swept across. Duan Changkong's absent-minded eyes suddenly regained focus.
Holding the seal with his hand and holding a wooden sword in front of him, the darkness and nothingness, together with the only dirt road in it, were instantly cut into two sections.
The light reappeared, Duan Changkong held a wooden sword in his hand, his face was solemn, and cold sweat fell from his temples.
"The soul lamp leads the way, leads the way home, leads to the abyss, it is well-deserved!"
"Among the younger generation, no one in the younger generation can be stronger than you in the secret method of cutting the sky on Duankong Island." Ding Sanmu also admired in a deep voice.
On the other side, the Withered Blood Dao Ji abandoned the Withered Blood Dao Soldier and gently rubbed her fingers. The nail on the index finger of her right hand fell down with bloodshot eyes. With a flick of her finger, it turned into a streak of blood and went straight to
Ding Dong faces the door.
Ding Dong stretched out his hand and lightly dipped it in the lamp oil, flicked his finger, and a drop of lamp oil flew out and met the blood.
"boom!"
The blazing blue flame exploded, and the nails disappeared without a trace along with the lamp oil.
"Deng Zong, aren't you the ones who make soul lanterns? I didn't expect you to have such strength by using soul lanterns. It would definitely be interesting if I beat you to death. No, I will also make you into a withered blood Taoist soldier." said withered blood.
Ji Man's eyes were eager to try, and new nails had grown out on the fingers where the nails had been pulled out.
"Come and give it a try." Ding Dong looked calm and stretched out his hand to hold the oil lamp in his palm. The oil lamp slowly lost its luster and became darker, and the color of the swaying flames also turned into dark blue.
The remaining four people took action one after another, and no one held back. If they could really kill the other party, it didn't matter whether the other party was a faceless man or not.
Qin Yang was watching the excitement from the side and glanced at the little devil Buddha from the corner of his eye.
It's a pity that the little devil Buddha is guarded by two withered blood Taoist soldiers...
I want to find an opportunity to kill him, but I also think that it will cause other changes. First things first, ignore him for now.
Turning around and walking aside, the body of the unknown middle-aged man among the three members of the Deng Sect was there.
Someone was found dead in the wilderness, and his death was horrific. He didn't even have a coffin. Qin Yang thought that he should show his usual good heart and give him a coffin...
Stepping forward and taking a closer look, Qin Yang secretly sighed. This man died so tragically. Judging from the expression of shock and surprise on his face, it seemed that the Faceless Man had turned him into his most trusted person. After getting closer,
Suddenly he was stabbed to death.
If you think about it carefully, his death is not surprising at all.
Everyone else here may only trust themselves, but Ding Sanmou is cunning and cunning, so he may have discovered some flaw.
If the faceless man turned into Ding Sanmou or Ding Dong and gave this middleman something, he would probably take it without the slightest suspicion.
Qin Yang took out a coffin made of golden nanmu, placed it aside, and reached out to touch the middle-aged man's arm...
The body is touched first, then buried, and the service is carried out along the way.
The moment he grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, Qin Yang's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression did not change at all.
It's just that the true energy in the body has reached the stage of being hidden and not being released, and the energy and blood are like a volcano about to erupt, and may erupt soon.
Skills have no response!
There are only three possibilities.
First, he has turned into a complete corpse, and all traces have been completely wiped out with the passage of time. Qin Yang rarely sees this kind of situation, at least the one in front of him is dead.
This simply cannot be the case.
Second, he has no characteristics, no special skills, no value at all to be touched, and he cannot condense any skill book, but this is impossible.
Even if you are an ordinary mortal, some can find out a recipe book, some may also find out the tips for growing leeks, and there are not many who can find out nothing.
This cannot be the case for him.
Then there is only the last possibility.
This man is not dead.
But Qin Yang had already touched it and felt clearly that the lifeless energy in his body was dead, his body was almost stiff, and some of the corpse spots were visible.
This is a dead body that cannot die anymore.
Qin Yang closed his eyes slightly to hide the strange light in his eyes, and carefully lifted the body and placed it in the coffin.
Then he muttered to himself and slowly closed the coffin lid.
"Let the people from the Deng Sect take you away later. You can't die in a foreign country."
After closing the coffin lid, Qin Yang suppressed his beating heart and let out a slow breath.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang came up with the biggest possibility.
Faceless man.
This corpse may have been transformed into a faceless man.
But he was obviously so close, why didn't he take action?
Do you have other ideas?
Or is it because it is too close to the wedding dress?
Can he detect the details of the wedding dress?
In an instant, Qin Yang's mind was racing, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the most likely possibility.
No one can be sure. The Faceless Man has been disguising himself as someone else, so vividly that no one familiar with him can tell the difference. So who can be sure that the Faceless Man cannot disguise himself as a corpse?
With the opponent's camouflage ability, it is easier to disguise as a corpse than to disguise as a living person.
Thinking inertia...
If his guess is true, then everyone has gone astray, but when they see a living person, they suspect that the other person is fake.
No one would take another look at this dead body.
Since they were all attacked, naturally one of those people might be fake.
What is the final result?
Qin Yang looked at the four people who took action. It was originally just a test, but unknowingly, the battle became more and more intense.
After all, the Withered Blood Dao Ji was still a little crazy. She pestered Ding Dong with an almost life-threatening fighting style, and then the battlefield involved Duan Changkong and Ding Sanmou, turning it into a four-person melee.
The final result may be that everyone loses.
Coupled with the seriously injured Little Devil Buddha...
And myself.
Qin Yang felt even more that the speculation was true. The faceless man was not unwilling to take action. He was a patient hunter, a poisonous snake in the dark, waiting for the best opportunity.
Even before he pretended to attack everyone, Qin Yang doubted whether this was a setup.
No matter what, I would rather believe that it is something than something that is not. If you are wrong, there is no loss. If you guess it right, everyone will survive.
At this time, if you keep silent and let these people be killed, you will most likely not die, but if you want to complete the final goal, I am afraid it will cause chaos and become much more difficult.
Compared to faceless men, it is better to get along with these people. At least these bastards cannot be inexplicable and want nothing more than to kill him.
Profit is more important to them.
Qin Yang rubbed his brows, made a decision, and turned to look at the Little Demon Buddha.
As if aware of Qin Yang's gaze, the Little Demon Buddha slowly opened his eyes and looked at Qin Yang.
Qin Yang said nothing, pointed to the coffin, and then wiped it on his face.
The little devil is a little confused, what does this mean?
With just one breath, the little devil's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes flickered uncertainly, showing both suspicion and a bit of realization.
"Daoji, do you have any black blood ointment there? Share some with me." The little devil pondered for a moment and immediately drank in a deep voice.
"Wait a minute, let me beat this pretty boy to death first!" Withered Blood Dao Ji was in the middle of a fight, with a ferocious look on her face, and she shouted without looking back.
"Daoji, you forgot what you agreed to when you came out." Little Demon Buddha shouted again.
In an instant, the withered-blood Dao Ji's expression changed, she twisted her waist and withdrew from the battle group.
This is what her master specifically told her when she left the sect. At critical moments, she must listen to the Little Demon Buddha. And along the way, the Little Demon Buddha only said this once. She didn't listen that time and almost died.
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"I only have a little bit of black blood ointment left. I just changed my body and I still need to use it!" The Withered Blood Dao Ji said in a very dissatisfied tone, but she looked at the Little Demon Buddha with a trace of doubt in her eyes.
The little devil pointed at the coffin and imitated Qin Yang and wiped it on his face.
The Withered Blood Dao Ji didn't understand, but she honestly stopped fighting.
On the other side, without the mad dog of Withered Blood Daoji, the three fighting men slowly stopped and stood aside.
"Sect Leader Ding, I will give you a coffin for free. You can take this fellow Taoist back home. It must be uncomfortable to see a fellow disciple die tragically with your own eyes." Qin Yang pointed to the coffin, then took out a piece of paper and wrote "无面二"
Words for the other party to see.
This was to ask the two people of the Deng Sect whether they had witnessed the tragic death of their fellow disciples.
Ding Sanmou and Ding Dong looked at each other, their faces solemn, and they shook their heads at Qin Yang.
"If I could have come earlier, I might have been able to save Ding Hui, but it was a pity that it was a step too late. When I came, he was already dead..." Ding Sanmu sighed, but the divine light in his eyes flickered, and the soul lamp on his shoulder swayed, and the light surged.
Some.
He was answering Qin Yang's question. None of them saw the moment of death, only the body.
As soon as these words came out, everyone understood that Qin Yang's speculation was 90% true.
Thinking of everyone doubting each other, fighting each other to death, almost everyone was injured.
The real faceless man pretends to be a corpse, lying on the sidelines watching the fun, waiting for everyone to be dead and collect the heads?
Knock inside?
A group of people became angry and silently gathered around the coffin.
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