Chapter 1192 Cold
After saying that, Zhuque took Yun Shijiu and flew forward, and in just a moment, they grabbed the neck of Wu Shisan, who was "hanging in the air".
"Ah... Damn it... You..." Wu Shisan immediately reached out and stabbed Zhuque with the dagger in his hand.
But before the knife stabbed Zhuque's body, Zhuque exerted force on his hand. With a crisp sound, Zhuque's hand reached into Wu Shisan's neck and pulled out a white thing. Wu Shisan fell down like a deflated ball.
Qian Wu couldn't keep up with Zhuque's speed at all. Before he ran to Wu Shisan, Wu Shisan had stopped breathing.
"There are many ways to defeat a person." Zhuque turned his head and seemed to say to Yun Shijiu behind him, "Next, let you see from my perspective how your teammates died in our hands."
Yun Shijiu's eyes swept over Zhuque's shoulder and looked forward. The two had already come to Feng Shiba, who was "exploding".
Feng Shiba looked up with horror, and in front of him was the smiling Zhuque and the desperate Yun Shijiu.
Yun Shijiu's mouth opened and closed, and the shape of her mouth was saying "run", but there was no sound at all.
"This is the real "divine beast"..." Feng Shiba murmured, "I thought that after killing Xuanwu, we had passed the most difficult level..."
Feng Shiba's head flew out the next moment, and the dazzling light on her body slowly dimmed at this moment.
After landing, her mouth was still trembling, and the sound was so small that only the earth could hear it:
"...but why is it still so difficult?"
Then it was Cui Shisi, the "shuttle", who was also beheaded in an almost completely defenseless situation. She had not had time to cast her "shuttle", and Yun Shijiu could not help at all.
Qian Wu was always one step later than Zhuque. Zhuque seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on Qian Wu, and insisted on making him watch his team members die one by one.
Qian Wu paused, staring at Zhuque with a heavy face, and then turned back to ask Su Shan: "Are you sure all the "ripples" are in the mouth?"
"Sure..." Su Shan wiped the blood and tears on his face and said, "That should be Zhuque's vital point. "
Qian Wu nodded and pulled out a flare from his waist: "Maybe there is another chance to kill him before Lao Qi comes back."
"Damn it!" Weekend was shaking when he heard Song Qi's name, "Brother Wu, Lao Qi must have run away... His journey can't be so far... He should have reached there by walking! He must..."
"Shut up." Qian Wu turned around and looked at Weekend with a cold face, "Lao Qi has died countless times with me and has never escaped. If he really didn't come, you can say he died, but you can't say he escaped."
"But this time is different..." Weekend seemed to have been defeated by Zhuque's ruthless means, and only despair was left in his heart, "How could someone choose to kill Zhuque after killing Xuanwu... No one will come..."
"We are all here." Qian Wu said, "He will too. "
After saying that, Qian Wu took the flare in his hand and slowly walked forward a few steps.
The only thing to do now is to wait. After all, even if Song Qi really rushed over, he might not be able to destroy Zhuque.
It was as helpless as standing here, but unable to stop Zhuque from killing people.
Cruel methods, powerful strength, huge faith.
Each characteristic far exceeds that of the "Cat" team members.
Qian Wu picked up a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, then looked up at the flying Zhuque, which was now flying towards the "crazy growth" Ning Shiba.
Qian Wu frowned slightly. What on earth could... temporarily control Zhuque's faith at this time?
Is the "Cat"... destined to be so helpless?
Just when Zhuque's fingers were about to touch Ning Shiba's neck, his whole figure slowed down and finally stopped slowly.
He slowly turned his head and looked into the distance with a puzzled look.
Today is so strange...
Many "human-level zodiacs" took off their masks at this moment, which was regarded as "fleeing".
A series of images and information began to flash before his eyes. This was a common method used by the "Heavenly Snake" for the "Divine Beast", that is, the simplest "cause and effect" to drive "distant broadcasting".
Once a "Zodiac" committed a foul, the image would be immediately transmitted to the "Divine Beast". This efficiency ensured that the "Divine Beast" could see the foul site every time someone committed a foul, and "jump" there at the first time.
But now the images transmitted to Zhuque seemed to be a bit too much.
First there were three or five people, then more than ten people, and now there are more than thirty "human-level zodiacs" who have taken off their masks.
"Today really opened my eyes..." Zhuque was slightly stunned, feeling that the current situation was a little urgent.
He must deal with all these violators immediately, otherwise once they put on masks and enter the "train", even he might not be able to remember the faces of all the offenders.
He just wanted to leave here temporarily and deal with those troublesome fish first, and suddenly found a familiar feeling coming, and his feet were once again tightly entangled by vines.
This time the vines were particularly thick, and I had to bend down and lower my head to clean them.
How can I describe this feeling?
There are a few rats that can't kill you, but they gather around to watch you.
They won't let you go, nor will they let you relax, they just watch you.
Now there is a rat lying on its back, and it can't even bite itself, it just lies there.
Suzaku felt that he was going to be upset by these people. They controlled him, but there was no way to kill him.
He couldn't afford to waste time now, otherwise Qinglong would definitely blame him.
He hadn't violated the rules set by Qinglong for a long time.
After all, here... you can kill if you want to, and abuse if you want to. Where else in the real world can there be such a paradise-like place?
Not even prison.
Prison... what a ridiculous place, the people imprisoned in it are obviously all unforgivable people, but they have to abide by the rules of the prison inexplicably.
"Here... it's just as stinky as a prison..." Suzaku put away his smile and looked at the few people left in front of him with a dead face, "Obviously they are all sinners... but they have to pretend to be human. I don't understand."
Qian Wu couldn't hear what Suzaku was talking to himself.
In Suzaku's puzzled eyes, Qian Wu bit the flare in his mouth, and then stepped forward and grabbed Suzaku's arm.
Zhuque's eyes widened instantly, and he tried to shake Qian Wu off, but he found that his body had lost its "brute strength" at that moment.
Qian Wu slowly raised his head, and the high temperature of the flare pierced his throat on the spot.
The magnesium powder and aluminum powder in the flare instantly generated a temperature of thousands of degrees when they burned. Qian Wu ignored the pain and just controlled his belief that he would soon dissipate because of the high temperature.
Zhuque's eyes also fluctuated at this moment, and a severe, cold pain began to penetrate his throat.
Why was it so cold to the touch when it was clearly burned?