Suddenly, a dark object fell in front of them. Upon closer inspection, it was the grenade that Boss Sun had thrown out before.
"But shouldn't it have exploded long ago? Why is it here now?"
As soon as this question came to his mind, the grenade exploded in front of his eyes.
"boom!!!"
After the dirt and dust dispersed, a mangled corpse was revealed.
"Bah, damn it!"
Boss Sun took Shi Xiaosi's body away from him and threw it aside like garbage. It's really ridiculous. Just when Xiaosi was moved to the point of "I'm going to give birth to a monkey for you", his beloved boss used him as a shield. Oh no, it should be called an explosion-proof shield.
"Bah, one of my magical talismans is not in vain."
Glancing at Shi Xiaosi's unrecognizable body, Boss Sun tidied up his appearance and was about to leave, but he didn't know that he had already been surrounded.
"Pa bang bang..."
"What a good show of 'loyalty'. Your little brother is dead, why don't you go down and stay with him? It's better for the family to stay together."
Xie Zhishan looked at Boss Sun with disdain, playing with the Type 64 pistol holster he had just seized on his fingers.
Seeing this, Boss Sun pulled out two machetes from his waist behind him, assumed a fighting posture and looked at the people who surrounded him.
"Hey, Nepali Army Knife, there are a lot of good things."
Looking at the curved dog-leg knife in Boss Sun's hand, Xie Zhitie, the second son of the Xie family, his eyes lit up. As a fan of the once popular FireWire game, the Nepal Army Knife was his dream in his boyhood.
As for the old and worn-out machete held in the other hand, with the beautiful jade in front, who would pay attention to it?
"Have you ever seen a knife that can cut people with such a heavy blow? If you are sensible, please let me go. Sun will just pretend that what just happened didn't happen."
Boss Sun raised the machete in his hand, and it looked like there was something in it.
"Hey, he looks so cool, I'm so scared!"
Xie Zhishan pretended to pat his chest, looking scared.
"Bring it to you!"
Before Boss Sun could make any move, Mu Qianshan suddenly appeared in front of Boss Sun. He stretched out his hand to grab the other person's wrist and squeezed it gently. Boss Sun's hand unconsciously let go. Mu Qianshan He caught the Nepali Army knife and returned it to its original position with a snap.
"you you you......"
Boss Sun was so frightened by Mu Qianshan's ghostly speed that he couldn't even control himself to speak a complete sentence.
"Brother Mu, Brother Mu..."
Mu Qianshan ignored Boss Sun's reaction and turned around to see that Xie Zhitie, the second son of the Xie family, was staring at him with a longing look on his face, which shocked him.
Following his gaze carefully, it turned out that he was staring at the Nepalese military knife in Mu Qianshan's hand.
"Take it."
This dog-legged saber was not attractive to Mu Qianshan. In his heart, Tang Hengdao and Mo Dao were the romantic knives for men. He threw the dog-legged saber to Xie without even playing with it. of iron.
Xie Zhitie quickly caught it, raised the knife in front of his eyes, and looked like he was appreciating it carefully. Then he waved it a few times with his left and right hands, looking like he couldn't put it down, and almost kissed it hard on his mouth.
"snort!"
Boss Sun shouted angrily, and threw out another flying knife in his hand, aiming at the second son of the Xie family, but he easily dodged it, and the broken machete was inserted into the soil where Xie Zhitie was standing just now.
"Hey, second brother, I can't bear it if he fucks you."
Xie Zhishan beside him took the opportunity to get angry, and his sinister tone really made people angry.
"Humph, it's just that Guizhou Donkey is at his wits' end. If you still have any means, use them as soon as possible. I'm in a hurry to get you on your way. Save some time. No one of us will be delayed."
Xie Zhitie didn't pay attention to his younger brother's weirdness, but stared at Boss Sun closely.
"You forced me to do this!"
Boss Sun gave a big shout, formed several hand seals, and then... nothing more.
A breeze blew by, but nothing happened.
"Second brother, be careful!"
Suddenly, Xie Zhishan shouted loudly, and Xie Zhitie immediately felt a crisis coming from his side. Years of combat experience drove his body's instinctive reaction. He leaned his upper body back, and a familiar machete pressed against his back. The cheek swept across.
Xie Zhitie kicked out with one foot, forcing the opponent's attacking figure back, and his own body also used the counterattack force to retreat to a safe distance.
"Hey, he's still a soul master!"
Xie Zhitie stopped his retreating body and looked closely, and then he saw clearly who was attacking him.
This man was nearly eight feet tall, with a fleshy face and bare chest. He was wearing a shabby mandarin jacket that was covered with dust, dirt and patches, and his whole body stank. On his head was a worn-out straw hat, covering his bald head.
"Where did this beggar come from? I didn't expect that someone else's soul would be a beggar."
Not far away, Xie Zhishan looked at the "beggar" soul with disgust on his face. Souls were also divided into strong and weak ones, which was also related to the spiritual master's training level, but the soul in front of him... was the weakest he had ever seen. The humanoid soul, oh, is still the ugliest and weakest.
I felt the fluctuations of spiritual power in Boss Sun's body, but he was barely close to the eleventh level. There was no way, his talent as a spiritual master was too weak.
Then this soul reaches the sky, which is the strength of the eleventh level. Looking at his appearance, he looks like a soy sauce minion. If I think about it, I know that this guy definitely can't fight beyond the level. Who among the people present can't completely torture him?
"What beggar? I am the bandit boss, what do you know!"
Upon hearing that Xie Zhishan identified his proud soul as a beggar, Boss Sun immediately roared in displeasure.
"Let you see how powerful a soul master is, Bandit King, attack!!!"
Boss Sun is no longer a newbie who has just entered the world of spirit masters. Of course, he knows that not everyone can become a soul master. There may not be even one soul master among ten spirit masters. Therefore, the fact that he has a soul has always been something he is proud of.
"Bah, how dare a poor beggar be called the Bandit King?"
Xie Zhishan was almost amused by Boss Sun's words, but the figures of Zhao Jin's souls Li Ping and Zhang Xiu unconsciously appeared in his mind. Those are the souls, okay?
"It's really an egg hitting a stone!"
Looking at the little bandit charging towards him with the machete in his hand, Xie Zhitie curled up his lips in disdain, raised his Nepalese saber and tried to slash at him, teaching him how to be a human being...oh no, teaching him how to be a soul.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
Unexpectedly, there were countless gunshots.
"Uh...you don't have martial ethics..."
Boss Sun looked at the several blood holes that appeared on his body and stared at Xie Zhishan who was holding up his two guns with an unwilling expression.
"boom!"
Seeing that Boss Sun was still trying to point his finger at him, Xie Zhishan shot him in the head again, right between the eyebrows. At such a close distance, the power of the firearm was undeniable. It blasted a big hole in the middle of Boss Sun's forehead, revealing the red and white things inside.
"It turned out there was something in my brain. I thought it was all water."
"Huh~~~, little trash, times have changed."
Xie Zhishan blew the muzzle of the gun lightly, chewing some dogtail grass that he had picked up from nowhere. He looked like a sharpshooter of a Western cowboy, and his face showed that he was the master of guns and that he was invincible. How could he pretend to do so? , whoever comes here must give full marks.
In front of Xie Zhitie, the soul of the bandit who was about to chop him turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated due to the death of his master, returning to the broken machete-like Horcrux.
"Okay, okay, stop looking dented and come over here to touch the body."
Xie Zhitie slapped Xie Zhishan on the head.
"You are the best at touching corpses. Just do it by yourself. Let me wait for a while. This Type 64 pistol is indeed the official weapon of the Chinese police. The rifling is so old, but it is still easy to use. So easy.”
Xie Zhishan raised the two guns in his hands with a look of enjoyment on his face. There were four other newly captured Type 64 pistols on his waist, and a revolver captured in the previous battle was tied to his calf.
If the size of the shotgun hadn't been so ostentatious, he would have been carrying one on his back.
"Don't you understand this? A good gun must be old, experienced, not afraid of grinding, and able to find the right hole to enter."
Xie Zhitie, who was using his corpse-touching skills again, said in a very serious tone.
"Um...what kind of gun are you talking about? I suspect you were driving, but I have no evidence."
"I'm talking about a gun. A big, thick, hot gun."
Song Qingru and Zhao Jin didn't come over at this time, so Xie Zhitie stopped being restrained and started driving casually.
"Damn, another poor guy."
After Xie Zhitie used his corpse-touching magic to strip Boss Sun naked, he only got a few low-level talismans. They were just simple defensive talismans. Their value was far inferior to the two magical talismans that Boss Sun had just used. There are no elixirs, let alone gold or other money.
Xie Zhitie was so angry that he couldn't help but curse.
"Made, I didn't expect that your most valuable thing is this dog-leg knife."
Xie Zhitie glanced at the Nepalese saber attached to his waist with nostalgia, feeling quite reluctant to part with it.
Seemingly sensing Xie Zhitie's thoughts, Mu Qianshan couldn't help but comfort him.
"Isn't there another Horcrux? Although the bandit's soul is a bit rubbish, it should be able to be sold for a good price on the black market. Plus those firearms, if divided equally, everyone should be able to keep this Don’t worry about the price of the knife.”
"That's right, second brother, don't worry. The worst we can do is get less of what we gained before. I also like this gun. If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your weapon. The good equipment we seized today is It’s a pity to sell it like this.”
Xie Zhitie also knew that his brother Xie Zhishan was trying to comfort him, and he felt a little moved that "this brother is not raised in vain", but he still laughed and cursed.
"You are full of proverbs, why, you still want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"
The three people talked and laughed and returned to the original place again.
"You're back? How was your harvest?"
Xie Zhihong, the boss of the Xie family, who had always been a little worried about his younger brother's recklessness, couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw the three people returning safely.
