A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 My blade shone with silver light.

　　 Is this a spell?

　　 When the two behind him were stunned, Lu Li thought about what the old man had just subconsciously yelled out, and glanced at Jianguai.

　　 Sadhu’s sword.

　　 is made of platinum, silver, and other mysterious metals. It is as simple as cutting a candle. If it is not a magic weapon, Lu Li will eat the nail gun in his hand.

　　 It is a pity that the two masters of Sadhu’s sword are still alive: Blood Progenitor, Abraham.

　　 The former one is negligible, but the latter one cannot. The old man has fought with demons for a lifetime, sacrificing his relatives and beloved ones. It would be too shameful if he snatched the sword to study or use it for himself.

　　 At this time, Yves, who had finished shooting, put his phone back in his pocket and walked over quickly.

　　 Although everyone is responsible for caring for children, the soul-returning corpse is obviously not included. The doctor just frowned and glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, then took his gaze back and turned to look at Lu Li: "Police officer, how are you?"

　　I can play the nail gun like this, absolutely very human, and I think of his performance on the night of the plane crash.

　　 For a moment, Yves was surprised and uncertain, not because he was suspicious.

　　 Just last night, after secretly dissecting Captain Redfern, Jim confessed the truth to him in front of Nora.

　　 In order to save his wife in terminal cancer, his best partner, friend, ignored the order and released the mysterious coffin containing patient zero.

　　Because of this, after experiencing a series of events, Yves looked like a ghost in everyone.

"fine."

　　 After the words finished, Lu Li shook his head.

　　 Right after, he noticed that the doctor's expression was unnatural, as if he was guarding himself.

　　 Lu Li was speechless for a moment.

　　This is the end of the matter. Finding a way to solve the problem is the key to killing the blood clan, and this doctor still has the mind to suspect.

　　 Just like that, the two stared at each other without saying a word.

　　 Seeing that the atmosphere is a little weird, the old man walked forward with a sword and made a rounding round: "I can see that there is some misunderstanding between you, and you need to have a good talk."

　　 "But by no means now, let's solve the last soul-returning corpse hiding in this apartment."

　　 There was a step down, Lu Li was too lazy to entangle him, turned and walked towards the next room.

　　 I can see the leopard in the tube.

　　 Emma, ​​who turned into a soul-returning corpse, can pose a threat to ordinary people, but was easily killed by Lu Li. From this, it can be inferred that Mr. Annott will not be too strong, and it can be solved with a fist.

"Master, you may feel arrogant to say that, but it is true." Lu Li pushed open the next door, turned his head, with a serious face: "Even if I am surrounded by hundreds of soul-returning corpses, I can still do it. Kill indiscriminately."

　　 said, a dark figure rushed up.

　　 fishy smell is coming.

　　 Abraham was shocked, before he could speak to remind him, he could no longer see Lu Li.

　　 The speed is like a ghost. Before Annott's piercing tongue was spit out, a palm of his hand jammed his neck fold, making it immobile.

　　 Immediately afterwards, Dr. Yves, who had been overdue, was stunned in place, showing an expression that shocked my mother.

　　 I saw that the throat of the Returning Soul Corpse was torn open by Lu Li abruptly, pulling out a pink fleshy thorn as tall as an adult. There was no stagnation in the movement, and the whole process was done in one go.

　　 If I have to describe it, it's like mechanized killing of pigs. Somehow, Dr. Yves thought of another scene:

　　 The little piglet was hung upside down on the iron hook and came to the high-speed rotating metal blade, just listened to it, and was instantly divided into two...

I am a well-informed Abraham, and I don’t know what to say. As early as in ancient Rome, the demon hunters had already begun to use weapons against the kinsmen. He had never heard of such brutal and violent methods. There is no record in the demon hunting handbook handed down from generation to generation.

　　At the same time, Mr. Annott, the returning soul corpse, who had lost vital organs, knelt on the ground, his head at a strange angle, shrugging on his body.

　　 Lu Li lowered his head and looked at his palm.

　　 There is only some stinky mucus on it, no wounds, and no nematodes.

　　 It seems that this kind of physical transcendence method is more efficient.

　　 Thinking of this, he looked at the old man, raised his chin, and asked, "Is this soul-returning corpse dead?"

　　 Hearing this, Abraham stared at Mr. Annott who was kneeling on the floor in a daze. He swallowed and froze for a long time before stammering: "Child, child, you are very talented."

　　 At this moment, the old man suddenly felt that he had to make a new plan to let Lu Li's talents come into play.

　　 Thinking of this, his heart was hot, and his words became sharp again: "Child, if silver can't burn your skin, I will definitely think you are a demon."

　　 "And now, I am extremely convinced that you are the savior sent by God to save the world."

　　 The old man is a devout believer.

　　 When his wife was transformed into a soul-returning corpse by the blood ancestor, when his adopted son and adopted daughter became a soul-returning corpse and appeared before his eyes, he never wavered his faith and swung his knife resolutely.

　　 Now that God has finally begun to take care of himself, how can he not be excited?

　　 However, if Lu Li knew that the old man regarded himself as a divine enlightenment, there was a high probability that he would laugh.

　　A dark werewolf who drank a drop of false holy blood became the messenger of God in the eyes of devout believers?

　　 It's interesting just thinking about it.

　　 In addition, if the old man sees that some people with far beyond ordinary abilities are helping the blood ancestors, I am afraid they will think that they are Satan.

　　 Lu Li is almost foreseeable, and the next time the candidates will show their magical powers ~www.readwn.com~ to see who can take the lead in completing the ultimate goal and have a big ending.

　　 But, where are my partners?

　　 Pan Ming, Duke, and those two guys who have some strength but want to lie down, where did they go?

　　 New York City is so big, the population is more than ten million?

　　 It’s not always possible to post in the newspaper, so let’s post a missing person notice.

　　 In case, the guys who helped the Shixin Group find out, their whereabouts will be exposed again.

　　 Almost at the same time, a young man in a peaked cap came outside the apartment.

　　 He looked at the passenger list in his hand, and cursed: "The short-lived chief forensic doctor, who took my private job on his back, turned out to be okay. He was sucked to death by a group of long-tongued monsters."

　　 In this exam, Duke once again returned to his old profession, playing a forensic assistant.

　　 It's a pity that he is not good at thinking, and the chief judge helped Dr. Yves to dissect the victim's body out of personal friendship.

　　 In other words.

　　 The chief forensic doctor took a private job without telling his assistant, but the autopsy was halfway through, and a group of awakened soul-returning corpses was treated as a delicious meal.

　　 Since then, there has been no audio.

　　 A few days later, the nervous Duke finally realized that something was wrong, and hurried back to the forensic office to call on-site monitoring——

　　 The mentality exploded in an instant, and he wished to slap himself twice. If he had a sharper instinct at the time, and think of a way, he might be able to intervene in the initial airport incident...

　　 "It's not too late, it's not too late. Starting from the first victim, visits one by one, working overtime, killing them all, and setting them on fire to ashes can make up for it."

　　 Duke looked at the open door and muttered to himself, as if cheering on himself.