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Chapter 20 [Half Human, Half Ghost]

After Fan Zui left the shop, he went all the way back to Fan's residence.

Although until now, Li Xia, the defender of the Danzhou Navy, has not done anything, but he still needs to practice as soon as possible to improve his strength, which is the most important thing at present.

In the face of various crises, only strong strength is the foundation of our foothold.

Summoning in his heart, the double guns appeared in his hands instantly.

However, this gun is really heavy.

If he hadn't already entered the first rank of warriors, I'm afraid it would be a bit difficult.

With two guns in hand, there is a natural intimacy.

"Unlimited bullets...system, this kind of thing, probably only you can do it."

System produced, must be a boutique.

However, Fan Zui thought about it, even if he had two guns, he still needed to practice marksmanship diligently.

Otherwise, the hit rate will be a very embarrassing thing.

Furthermore, only when it is used all the year round and after deliberate training, can it truly achieve the unity of man and gun, which is unpredictable.

"In this life, I also want to be that half-human, half-ghost, the number one sharpshooter."

While muttering, he suddenly remembered another thing.

In those dramas, it is a daily operation for masters to dodge bullets.

In terms of martial arts and skills, Qing Yu Nian seems to be much higher.

In this way, isn't it true that everyone can dodge bullets.

Good guy, the double guns can only be used as hidden weapons in an instant.

Shoot openly and aboveboard, and masters will inevitably dodge.

However, double hidden weapons and unlimited bullets are enough.

Besides, things like guns depend on who owns them.

Different people hold guns, and their combat effectiveness is very different.

Passing through the arched corridor, stepping on the rounded gravel road under his feet, before entering the yard, Fan Zui smelled a fragrance.

Seems like... a chicken stew?

Looking at the scent, it came from my own courtyard.

Since he killed the housekeeper and took in another maid, the old lady arranged a separate yard for him.

Speaking carefully, the old lady is really careful and considerate, taking everything into consideration.

Fan Zui and Fan Xian have grown up one after the other now, and they seem to have their own strengths and secrets.

It is indeed much more convenient to prepare a separate courtyard for two people.

The original yard was smaller after all.

Now that Fan Zui is getting older, he is sensible, able to take care of himself, and has his own maid.

It is also reasonable to have a separate courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard door and entering it, the aroma really came from the kitchen.

A petite figure was constantly busy inside.

It was Leng Yue, the only maid he had left in the courtyard now.

In fact, Fan Zui sometimes called her Leng Jiaoyue.

However, his eyes quickly moved away from the kitchen, looking at the figure kneeling at his feet.

"How did he get in?" Fan Zui glanced at the kitchen and asked.

Leng Jiaoyue's hands kept moving, and when she lifted the chicken pot, she seemed to be scalded, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, then subconsciously touched the position of her earlobe, found a rag, and took down the pot.

She didn't look at the courtyard, but replied: "He said he was looking for you, but the guard didn't dare to stop him, so he let him in. He has been kneeling for some time."

While speaking, this person kowtowed to Fan Zui three times in succession.

On the forehead, he knocked hard on the ground, there was already a blood mark, with a little dirt and sand, but he didn't care about it, just said:

"Thank you, my lord, for helping me take revenge. From now on, my life will belong to you, lord. I will never..."

However, before he finished speaking, Fan Zui suddenly kicked him, kicking him into the courtyard wall.

This young man, who seemed to be slightly older than him, suddenly vomited blood, but he still kept his kneeling position, did not get up, but continued to finish what was interrupted just now:

"Never frown."

The last word fell, and the broken sword had reached the neck from five steps away.

Where the broken sword pointed, some blood slowly flowed down.

As long as he exerts a little more force, his life can be taken.

"I don't want to know your name, and I'm not interested in your hatred, I just know that now, you are a wanted criminal who personally issued a hunting order by General Li Xia.

Today, you sneaked into Fan's mansion and entered my yard, what is your intention?

As for helping you to avenge, it is completely nonsense, I have no idea what you are talking about.

Tell me, the purpose of your approaching me, who instigated you, maybe I can not kill you. "

The blade of the broken sword had already drawn a bloodstain on his neck.

He had been skeptical about this person's identity and purpose from the very beginning, but seeing him go and come back now has confirmed his thoughts.

At this moment outside the house, a tragedy is very likely to happen, and life will disappear.

However, even though it was close at hand, in the kitchen, Leng Jiaoyue still didn't pay any attention to it, she didn't even look at it curiously, she just continued to cook.

"My lord was too worried. No one instructed me. Now that I came back, I just wanted to repay my kindness. Now that I have had my revenge, I have no life. If you want to kill me, just kill me."

Saying that, he closed his eyes.

Seeing that he was still the same as before, Fan Zui smiled lightly and said, "Very well, then it will be as you wish."

After saying that, a ray of light suddenly shot out from his pupils and entered the young man's body.

The next moment, the boy's resolute face was filled with pain.

However, he still gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The power of the system, including the torture, is something ordinary people can bear.

During chaotic wars, there is a kind of torture that can make people unable to survive or die.

Find a hollow iron pipe, seal one end, then put a few mice into it, aim at a certain part of the human body, and then continue to heat the iron pipe...

In this way, under the high temperature, the mice have nowhere to escape, and they will continue to bite at the human body.

One can imagine the pain.

The parts targeted are different, and the severity of the torture will naturally be different.

However, at this moment, the torture by the power of the system is ten times, a hundred times more painful than this torture.

Fan Zui really admired this young man.

It lasted about a stick of incense, but he just curled up on the ground and struggled constantly, but from the beginning to the end, he didn't make a sound of pain.

Fan Zui frowned slightly, waved his hands, withdrew the power of the system, without any emotion, and said:

"I respect you as a man. It's not appropriate to torture you like this. As long as you tell who is behind your back, I will let you go. How about it?"

"My lord, I'm worrying too much, no one will instruct me." The young man gritted his teeth and said with difficulty.

Fan Zui stroked the broken sword in his hand, sighed, and said, "Since you want to die, I'll give you a ride!"

After the voice fell, the sword light flashed.

The sword was broken in his hand, and he threw it out, piercing his chest.

The wind stops.

The smell of blood was mixed with the smell of stewed chicken wafting from the kitchen.

Fan Zui stepped forward and glanced at the young man who had passed out and lost most of his vitality.

He stretched out his hand to detect his breath and pulse, and pulled out the broken sword.

Don't touch a drop of blood, put the sword in its sheath.

After that, he quickly tapped a few acupuncture points around his body a few times.

A finger-sized blood-red bug slowly crawled out from the sword wound on his chest.

Fan Zui crushed him to death with one kick, stood up and said, "I don't care who you are, now, the old you is dead.

From now on, your life belongs to me! "

(End of this chapter)