One of them was the middle-aged man in blood-clothed clothes just now.
The other man had a shaved head and was wearing a dark burial suit. His bare arms were extremely hideous. There was no skin on them, only dark scars, and there were many weird runes on them.
Just one look at it can make people feel cold and have a strong feeling of disgust.
The expression on the middle-aged man's face was very strange, constantly fluctuating, sometimes hateful, sometimes fierce.
This should be the reason for Xue Yi. He must have been troubled not just once, but at any time.
The bald man looked at me with a very cold look, and that coldness contained endless murderous intent.
My pupils tightened and my eyelids couldn't help but beat wildly.
"Yang Xing!" I shouted coldly.
I didn't expect to see Yang Xing here in this way.
I didn't expect that his aura would become so gloomy.
As for the runes on his arms, I recognize them, they are the Plague God Curse!
It's just that Yang Xing is not dead yet, and the Plague God Curse has not yet taken effect.
"Are you the opera singer?" I asked again.
Yang Xing's eyes were still cold and indifferent. He raised his scarred hand. Because there was no skin on it, it cracked several times when he moved it, and bright red blood seeped out.
"Disgusting people will always appear in any corner. I usually want to see you, and I can kill you if I see you, but today I don't want to see you, but you come anyway." Yang Xing said in his tone. Revealing immense disgust.
Suddenly, his hand pressed hard on the head of the man next to him!
His movements were too fast and fierce, and I didn't even have time to react.
The next moment, his five fingers were stained with blood, and then he grabbed hard with his hand!
The man's originally empty eyes suddenly turned deathly gray.
A moment ago, I could still feel that he was being haunted, but this feeling changed, and a lifeless silence spread from his body...
He has become a walking zombie.
I clenched my fist tightly and squeezed out two words through my teeth: "Pull out the soul!"
"There are many 'people' here who want you to die." Yang Xing's voice was even colder.
He pulled out from his waist and suddenly pulled out a slender stick. It was a dark wooden stick with a black and red cloth strip instead of a white silk ribbon.
Sure enough, Yang Xing got the goddess's method from Yang Xiayuan's collection.
I even thought that Yang Xing was the one responsible for the soul-robbing of those policemen?
Now it is certain that he and Zhang Er are cooperating, and they are cooperating closely. Even this scene may have been sung by Yang Xing under Zhang Er's instruction.
The next moment, the man whose soul had been pulled out once again had a terrifying and fierce light in his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down.
"Luo Shiliu, go to hell!"
A sharp and resentful voice burst out from his mouth! He rushed towards me suddenly!
This time he was even more ferocious than before, to the point where he acted like a crazy woman!
But before he could get close to me, his steps suddenly became shaky again, like a shambling old man. What remained unchanged was his awe-inspiring murderous intent!
The man still wielded the butcher knife and slashed at me, and I swung the ghost knife again.
The moment the two knives collided, there was a crisp "clang" sound and sparks flew out. But this time, the man did not retreat. He was stronger than before, directly supporting the guillotine sword and pressing it towards my shoulder. Come!
At the same time, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked me hard on the waist.
I didn't dodge, but pointed the ground pen in my left hand hard at the center of his eyebrows!
With the touch, a evil-suppressing talisman was completed in an instant!
"Hiss!" With a sound, the area between his eyebrows was immediately scorched black, and a cloud of white gas arose.
His body suddenly stiffened and became motionless.
The whole room fell silent instantly, and the only thing left in my ears was the sound of my own heartbeat "dong dong dong!"
After a short pause, I turned my eyes to Yang Xing again and said solemnly:
"You shouldn't use such cruel methods indiscriminately and kill people. You are the son of Senior Qingshan. I will not push you to a dead end. I advise you to step back from the cliff and stop colluding with Zhang Er. You still have..."
Yang Xing looked at me with disgust and said calmly: "Luo Shiliu, you are still chattering like this. When you were a waste, you never stopped talking. Now that you have some skills, you are more like a fly. Do you think Everyone wants to listen to your preaching? Are you too naive?!"
"You are not my right..." Before I could finish my words, suddenly the man in front of me moved again.
He suddenly waved his hands and grabbed my neck!
The evil-suppressing talisman between his eyebrows disappeared! ?
A strong feeling of suffocation suddenly came.
I put the pen on his head with my backhand and sketched the runes again!
This time I drew the Oshizhen Spell!
The strength he used to hold my neck disappeared in an instant.
The fierceness in his eyes also dissipated at the same time, and his eyes once again became as gray as death.
I was about to break free from his hand, but just for a moment, the deathly silence in his eyes disappeared again, and a vicious murderous intention burst out again!
The strength in his hand instantly became so huge that my neck was almost severed.
In fear, I was even more stunned. The Suppressing Talisman and the Suppressing Charm worked, so why did they fail again?
"Luo Shiliu, you are too naive, you are not your opponent?!" Yang Xing's indifferent voice came again.
"Uncle Zhang has no plans left. In his eyes, you are nothing more than a stubborn, stupid, and inexperienced waste!"
