Chapter 36 Talk
"There were hundreds of people who died in that battle, but there were also many who escaped. They endured the humiliation this year, hated Fantasy Street deeply, and even dreamed of destroying Fantasy Street."

"Hehe, thanks to you killing the Metron people, I was able to get this mask of General Ghost. Not to mention, with the help of the Ghost Corps, I really found many like-minded people. .”

The masked man laughed. He seemed to be mentally abnormal and kept making strange laughter.

But Nangong Shui showed no concern for this, "Some wastes gathered together form a larger garbage dump. Do you think Fantasy Street will worry about such a garbage dump?"

"What you said is indeed true. Garbage is garbage, no matter how much it is, it's useless." The masked man felt the same way.

"So after I used the Ghost Corps to gather the garbage, I tried every means to remove all the useful things from them, and then helped you kill them."

"Don't worry, I will cremate them when I deal with them, so they won't pollute the environment." The masked man cares about the environment.

Hearing this, the expression of the old man next to him suddenly became a little subtle.

"Thank you so much for that."

"But you know, except for my fragile body, I have almost no weaknesses, which is different from you."

The more you want to hide a certain shortcoming of yours, the more others will pay attention to it, so Nangong Shui never hides it and always speaks it out openly.

"What about Fantasy Street?"

"Even if I die, you can't destroy Fantasy Street."

"Really, you have to try."

"I'm waiting for you to come." Nangong Shui narrowed his eyes.

The guy in front of me seemed a bit unusual. He was not... just as decisive and ruthless as that other guy.

He wants to kill the other party now, but it probably won't work.

"Perhaps getting a sniper rifle and giving him a shot secretly will have a higher success rate." Nangong Shui thought in his mind.

Of course, I have to check my dad's magic book after I get back. I learned about such a hidden danger, so I have to prepare early.

"I still can't help but talk so much nonsense to you today, but I have already caught him. Thanks to you guys who disabled him, I should be able to control him better now. I will leave first, and the remaining ghosts Take this as a return gift, samurai, and let me practice my skills with you.”

"Okay, then bye...bye!"

Nangong Shui waved his hand, the two of them were like brothers who reunited for a short time after not seeing each other for many years and then separated again.

At least Angel Yan thinks so. At least she feels that this battle should be impossible for the two sides now.

Seeing that the other party was gradually falling into the shadows, just when the other party's eyes were submerged in darkness, Nangong Shui suddenly took action.

This was completely beyond Angel Yan's expectations.

The golden thunder aimed at the opponent's last exposed head and struck out like a swift spiritual snake, arriving in the blink of an eye.

"Although it's unlikely, it might work." Nangong Shui murmured. It was not his character to sit back and wait for death.

But as he expected, although the masked man might be a little abnormal in his mind, his control over the details was still very good.

After losing sight, countless thick ghost warriors came out and blocked his exposed head, and the golden thunder only shot one of them.

With a bang, the ghost warrior disappeared into ashes.

"I really can't relax for a moment when I'm with you."

"In that case, let me give you another gift."

The masked man's voice came from the shadows.The next second, the old man with disheveled hair and a bit of a sinister look was thrown out of the shadows with a confused look on his face.

The old man probably didn't expect that the masked man would kill the donkey so directly.

Don't give him any chance to beg for mercy.

All this happened in an instant. When Angel Yan reacted, the corners of his mouth suddenly moved violently.

"Why... why did you do it all of a sudden?"

"What are you thinking about? You have 7000 years of combat experience, but you don't even understand the simple truth that a soldier never tires of deceit?"

"If we don't take action first, how can we sit down and chat and drink tea with him?" Nangong Shui glanced at Angel Yan and shook his head.

He was now sure that this angel was simply short-sighted, or a little narrow-minded, just like the previous temptation, but really not much.

I don't know if other angels are like this, but if they are like this, then maybe he can be much more relaxed in the future.

"The eye of insight can penetrate the heart."

After thinking for a moment, a more dangerous thought suddenly flashed through his mind about the mask, but Nangong Shui quickly threw it away.

Think about this later.

It's better to solve the current trouble now.

"Xiao Yanzi, take action to deal with these little minions." Nangong Shui looked directly at the old man without looking at the ghost warriors.

Angel Yan's mouth twitched and he looked at Nangong Shui speechlessly, "Can't you call me by my name properly?"

But even so, Angel Yan relaxed her wrist and was ready to take action. After all, she was really angry today.

Need to vent now.

"After a day of fighting, everything was about to end, but you guys rescued the person without saying a word. Don't you take our angelic civilization seriously?"

There was a lot of anger in Angel Yan's voice. Before that, she had been silent. She just listened quietly to the exchange between Nangong Shui and the masked man, hoping to get some more valuable information.

The fact was as she wished. Nangong Shui was not too defensive about her. After all, these vague information was not important.

Fantasy Street, three founders, and some guys who survived the war.

This information may not be important to Nangong Shui, but to Angel Yan, it is a good start to understand the other party.

War is coming and they cannot hide for a lifetime.

With a clang, Angel Yan suddenly turned into a white light and rushed across the ground. He killed several ghost warriors with a single swing of his flaming sword.

The swords of the Haunted House Samurai are extremely sharp, capable of cutting gold and breaking rocks, and the quality of all members is almost as good as that of the special forces. From a human perspective, this is already an extremely elite group.

Unfortunately, what they were facing now were angels that did not belong to the category of normal creatures. In just a few minutes, the huge number of ghost warriors, who looked like a black strait, were completely wiped out.

And the other side.

While eating peanuts, he walked up to the wretched old man. Seeing the panic on the other man's face and the trace of confusion remaining, Nangong Shui kindly helped him up and let him sit on the ground.

"Old man, do you want some peanuts?"

(End of this chapter)

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