"The devil is really cunning. He actually let one of them act as a bait to lure me to show up."
Facing Mr. Zhou, the strongest among the demons, the Golden Snake Sword pinned the demon on Zhou Hao again.
Zhang Yan has no way to confront Mr. Zhou for the time being.
Without hesitation he turned and fled.
"Zhang Yan, you can't escape."
Mr. Zhou chased after him.
But Zhang Yan ran too fast, and disappeared without a trace the moment he left the house.
"Where is he hiding?"
Mr. Zhou did not dare to pursue him too far, fearing that Zhang Yan would return with his carbine and take the opportunity to kill his fellow demons on the ground.
Zhang Yan, who was hiding, was extremely frightened: "Fortunately, there were many discussions about this script in my previous life.
I know many secret hiding spots that even demons don't know about. "
Zhang Yan, who was hiding in the stairwell on the third floor, calmed down the bloody surge in his body.
Although he had just blocked Mr. Zhou's attack with the Millennium Tree Demon Sword, the force of the counterattack almost caused Zhang Yan to suffer internal injuries.
“Mr. This week, he must be a level two demon.
His strength is equivalent to that of a powerful F3 soul master. "
He weighed the balance of power.
Don't say that you are just an F1 level soul master, even if you are also an F3 level strength, when you don't have the Golden Snake Sword Bag in hand.
Zhang Yan is definitely no match for the second-level demon.
No wonder, the soul master who used his strength to crush demons in his previous life was an F5 level being.
Level two demons and ordinary F4 level soul masters may not be able to defeat them.
He healed his wounds and secretly waited for the opportunity.
It's six o'clock in the morning, and the devil's hour has long passed.
It is estimated that in a few hours, Sun Hui will come back to pick up Zhou Hao and Zhou Xueyi to go to school.
Then, there will be a chance to destroy the demon.
Looking away, Mr. Zhou returned to the attic when he saw that Zhang Yan was not found.
It tried to tear off the golden snake sword nailed to the demon's body with its hands.
But before its claws touched the Golden Snake Sword, it took several steps back in pain, black gas coming out of its hands.
Apparently he was cut by the golden snake sword.
"What is this? It's so sharp.
Just the breath can hurt me. "
Mr. Zhou was shocked.
How could the demons of the West know the sword energy of the Eastern Sword Immortal?
"help me."
The demon possessing Zhou Hao is asking for help.
"When I kill Zhang Yan, this strange sword will be useless."
Mr. Zhou frowned.
What's strange is that this small sword, which is more than a foot long, is only about the size of a palm, and it doesn't look like a cleaner's tool.
Who is Zhang Yan?
Time passed bit by bit.
Mr. Zhou never left the attic. Although it could not find Zhang Yan, it knew that Zhang Yan must be nearby.
It will not give Zhang Yan an opportunity to take advantage of.
The deadlock was broken by the sound of a door opening at 7:15 in the morning.
"I'm back."
Downstairs, Sun Hui's voice came.
She stepped on the broken plate on the floor and froze.
Looking up, I saw the messy home again.
In order to find Zhang Yan, the three demons opened many things in the house.
Sun Hui frowned and shouted: "Xiaohao, Xueyi, husband.
where are you? "
"Mr. Zhang, are you still at my house?"
I called twice, but no one responded.
Sun Hui walked inside suspiciously, as if preparing to call the police.
At this time, Mr. Zhou finally couldn't bear it anymore.
It was impossible for him to ask Sun Hui to call the police, which would most likely attract the cleaners.
"Honey, I'm upstairs.
Xiaohao was injured.
Come up quickly. "
The demon possessing Mr. Zhou had no intention of leaving the attic.
Instead, he asked Sun Hui to come up.
Zhang Yan clearly saw a sinister murderous intention in Mr. Zhou's eyes.
"He wants to kill Sun Hui to avoid exposing their identity, and he is also forcing me to show up."
Zhang Yan felt a chill in his heart.
In this script, Sun Hui must not die.
If Sun Hui dies, the strategy of Weird Script will fail.
The consequence of failure is that Zhang Yan will be wiped out.
"What, Xiaohao is injured?
What did you do? Why are you asked to take care of the baby all night? You can't even do this little thing well?
Is he seriously injured? "
Upon hearing that her son was injured, Sun Hui suddenly became anxious.
Although she suspected that her son, daughter, and husband had all been replaced, her maternal instinct still drove her to worry subconsciously.
"You'll know when you come up. I'm in the innermost room of the attic."
Mr. Zhang said.
Boom, boom, boom.
Zhang Yan listened as Sun Hui walked up the stairs to the third floor wearing high heels.
His mind was spinning rapidly.
He decided to take a gamble.
Bet on Sun Hui’s motherhood and her love for this family!
Just as Sun Hui passed by Zhang Yan, she seemed to hear something.
Then a pair of hands pushed something hard into her hands.
Sun Hui was a little surprised, but quickly calmed down.
With a calm expression, he walked into the deepest room in the attic.
"husband?"
She pushed the door open but did not walk in immediately.
"I'm here."
Mr. Zhou said.
"How did my son get hurt?"
Sun Hui saw that the attic was dark, with only Mr. Zhou's figure standing in the center of the room.
She flipped the light switch.
The lights didn't come on.
"power cut.
You come in first. "
Mr. Zhou ordered.
The whole attic looked particularly eerie.
"Where's Xueyi?"
Sun Hui asked again.
Mr. Zhou roared indignantly: "You still have the nerve to say that.
It was the good cousin you found who suddenly killed Xueyi and stabbed our son.
He was hiding somewhere in the house, watching us.
If I hadn't escaped quickly enough, I would be dead by now. "
Sun Hui was stunned.
The detective Zhang Yan he hired turned out to be the murderer.
His daughter died and his son was seriously injured!
"How is it possible? Zhang Yan is..."
Sun Hui threw herself into the attic in despair and shouted like crazy: "Is my son still alive?
Where is he? I want to see his injuries. "
"Right at my feet."
Mr. Zhou sighed.
Sun Hui rushed forward and saw Zhou Hao lying on the ground without making any sound.
She stood there dumbly, motionless.
Like crazy.
Where Sun Hui couldn't see, Mr. Zhou's face changed in the darkness.
An evil dark color filled the eyelids.
He secretly pulled out his sharp nails, preparing to pierce Sun Hui's stomach and dig out her heart.
He didn't have time to act yet.
Suddenly, Sun Hui moved first.
Mr. Zhou felt a chill in his stomach, and a sword pierced his abdomen.
"What did you do, attack me."
Mr. Zhou was in disbelief.
Why the hell is he the devil? How come this woman can change her face faster than he, the real devil?
He started to move his hands without any warning!
And this sword!
Isn't this Zhang Yan's sword?
"Mr. Zhang, I stabbed this thing!"
After Sun Hui screamed.
Escape without hesitation.
"Despicable humans."
Mr. Zhou was very angry.
He even lost his mind and chased Sun Hui out.
It was a majestic second-level demon, but it was insidiously injured by a helpless human being.
Where to put its old face?
Although this sword is not very harmful, it is extremely insulting.
After chasing for a certain distance, Mr. Zhou suddenly realized something was wrong: "Oops, I fell into a trap."
In the attic, the demonic aura that possessed Zhou Hao disappeared.
Turn around again.
Suddenly he saw Zhang Yan staring at it with a smile.
"Fuck humans."
The demon gnashed his teeth angrily and vowed to cut Zhang Yan into pieces so that he would die without a burial place.
Zhang Yan couldn't avoid it.
Just when the second-level demon was very close to him, he said calmly: "One meter, within range."
"What one meter?"
The second-level demon didn't understand.
But it suddenly saw a flash of golden light...
This was the last ray of light it saw in its long career as a demon.
