Chapter 321

"Don't worry, the next one is you..."

Fatso did not have much psychological fluctuations in the face of Sister Qu's cold words. He was no longer a tender child, be it mentally or physically.

At this moment, the scene of Su Bai being shot in the head was still lingering in Fatso's mind. The gunshot was like a poisonous thorn that kept stabbing into Fatso's mind, making Fatso feel a little unreal.

All of this...

Was too fake...

How could you die?

It was just a blow to the head. How could you die?

Why are you still lying there motionless?

Don't you like to hurt each other the most?

Get up...

Get up and kill this woman...

Get up!

Is it fun for you to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead to scare me?

F * ck you, hurry up and get up!

Fatty's body was trembling non-stop, and the piles of fat on his body looked like they were about to start a disco dance.

He really did not believe that Su Bai was dead, but Su Bai had really been killed in front of him. Moreover, Fatso knew very well that he and Su Bai were now ordinary people. If it was in the past, even if Su Bai was beaten to a pulp, as long as there was enough power in his blood, he could still reconstruct his body. However, in this story world, it was impossible.

Sister Qu's gun slowly aimed at the seriously injured Fatso. The sense of fear she had for these two people did not lessen even though she had become the final victor. In fact, she did not deliberately delay until the end to attack, but because they had actually set up a ghost wall spell in the area where the corridor came out. If she had broken out a little later, it was very likely that the outcome would have been decided. Even if she had a gun, the other party could have retreated temporarily and found an opportunity to attack her.

Whether it was from the layout or the process, it could be seen that these two murderers were indeed true desperadoes. Moreover, they were so meticulous that it was unbelievable. They had almost won. If it were not for the gun in her hand, they would have really won.

The two murderous NPCs designed by Broadcast in this story world were indeed terrifying.

A smile appeared on Sister Qu's lips. She was the final victor. Looking at Fatso, she did not hesitate too much and pulled the trigger.

"Kacha..."

However, there was no gunshot. This made Sister Qu's face show a hint of doubt. It was impossible that there were no more bullets. This was absolutely impossible. She knew very well how many bullets were left in her gun.

In Fatso's eyes, the woman in front of him only kept smiling at him, but did not pull the trigger. However, slowly, the indifference on the woman's face disappeared, revealing a look of fear.

Then..,

The woman pulled out her dagger like a madwoman and rushed to a tree in the yard. She kept stabbing the tree with the dagger, scraping off a large piece of bark.

Seeing this scene, Fatty did not feel the slightest joy of surviving a disaster. Instead, he cursed.

Instead, he cursed, "F * ck you, have you been watching the show until now?!"

The old man's slightly hunched figure appeared from the darkness on the side. His body was very poor. Previously, Fatso had drained too much of his energy to draw all kinds of talismans. At this moment, an evil talisman was floating in his palm and spinning non-stop.

If one looked closely, the evil talisman was surrounded by a light green light, and there was a similar light between Sister Qu's eyebrows.

The old man's figure staggered a little. He was a little dissatisfied with Fatso's oppression of him, and now Fatso's accusations and curses made him feel very annoyed. However, he also knew that if he did not take this opportunity to take revenge, it would be very difficult for him to take revenge.

Of course, there was also his own corpse puppet. Did he also need to recycle it?

Sister Qu was obviously still immersed in the illusion and could not extricate herself, or perhaps she did not realize what kind of situation she was in. It had to be said that the old man had chosen a good time to attack. When a person felt that he was about to win everything, he suddenly attacked her. The dawn before victory was always the moment when people relaxed the most. This illusion directly penetrated Sister Qu's psychological defense and trapped her.

When Su Bai and Fatso set off, the old man lay weakly on the bed as if he had been squeezed by seven or eight women for an entire night. However, people were really like sponges. When you felt that you had lost all your strength, you would squeeze yourself hard and you would always be able to squeeze out some juice. The current old man was in this situation. Moreover, he was a ruthless person who could even use his own daughter to extend his life. At any time, he would leave himself some room to maneuver.

He did not care whether Su Bai died or not, because in his eyes, Su Bai was far less valuable to him than this Fatso. There were many things in this Fatso's mind that he valued the most.

However, the next moment, a look of horror appeared in the old man's mind because he realized that he could not really kill Sister Qu, who had already fallen into the trap. This woman's willpower was very strong, and even though he had used the Rune that Fatso had taught him to drag her into the illusion, he still could not kill her. Once he induced her to die in the illusion, the other party would very likely be stimulated and wake up on her own.

The old man took a deep breath. He planned to take the gun from the woman's hand, but just as he took a step forward, Sister Qu's body suddenly trembled, and a hint of clarity appeared in her eyes. This was a sign that she was about to wake up from the illusion.

"You can't get too close to the Rune. She's not an ordinary person, and it's not so easy to scare her," Fatso said.

The old man looked at Fatso and then at Sister Qu. He knew that Fatso was right. Although he had just learned this Rune, he could feel that not only could he not get too close to her, but if he had a stronger killing intent, this woman would instantly break out of the illusion. He could only trap her now, but he could not kill her personally. This situation made him feel terrible.

"Help me stick the evil Rune on me," Fatso said weakly to the old man.

"…" The old man hesitated for a moment. He knew the effects of the evil Rune. This was an evil Rune that could summon nearby spirits to possess one's body for a short period of time. The most miraculous thing was that while it stimulated the potential of one's body, this evil Rune could also allow the user to maintain a clear mind, and one's consciousness would not be taken over by a magpie's nest.

From what he knew, even the Dao sects of Mao Mountain or Dragon Tiger Mountain did not have such Spirit Summoning Talismans. Sometimes, when the Taoist priests of Mao Mountain or Dragon Tiger Mountain invited their Ancestral Masters to possess their bodies, there would occasionally be accidents, and some visiting demons would sneak up on them and do some disgraceful things.

However, the old man was a little hesitant as to whether he could make this Fatso, who had already lost the ability to move, become lively again in a short period of time. He could sense that this Fatso was very angry about that fellow's death, as well as him watching the show from the side, and now that he had made a move, he was planning to make the mantis stalk the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it.

"Thirty more seconds." Fatso smiled. "Then she will wake up."

Gritting his teeth, the old man waved his finger, and a black evil Qi pierced into the talisman paper beside Fatso's palm. The talisman paper floated up and landed on Fatso's forehead.

The old man was betting that this Fatso's first target in this limited time should be the woman who had just killed that fellow.

Fatso only felt a surge of strength appear in his body that was so weak that he was about to die. He immediately stood up and walked towards Sister Qu.

Sister Qu's brows were very tightly furrowed, as if she had a premonition that something dangerous was about to happen. The old man clearly could not hold on any longer.

In the next moment, Sister Qu closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her gaze had completely regained its clarity. A stream of black blood flowed from the corner of the old man's mouth, and he knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

"Bang!"

When Sister Qu regained consciousness, she immediately raised her gun and pulled the trigger at Fatso, who was approaching her. However, Fatso, who had been shot, did not sway at all. He did not even feel the slightest pain and pounced forward as usual.

When using this talisman paper, it was equivalent to completely separating one's brain from one's body. The pain of one's body would not be transmitted to one's brain. Moreover, Fatso was currently in a state of rage.

"Pu!"

Fatso bit Sister Qu's neck. He was not a vampire and was just an ordinary person at the moment. However, he used his own body weight to press Sister Qu down. Sister Qu's wrist, which was holding the gun, was also pressed down by Fatso.

Sister Qu's leg kept hitting Fatso's chest, and she even attacked the man's vital spot. However, Fatso still did not notice it. Even a eunuch would not be able to withstand a few hits there, but Fatso was now an unconscious "walking corpse".

Biting.

Scratching.

Panting.

Colliding.

It was as if a wild boar was taking revenge. Fatso's current appearance was even crazier than when Su Bai was sick. This was because he had basically lost his mind. He did not even know if his body could survive after the effect of the talisman paper faded.

Slowly, Fatso realized that the woman under him began to struggle less. Gradually, the woman seemed to have completely lost her vitality. He was not sure if the woman was dead or had fainted, because at this time, his own consciousness was also a little blurry.

The talisman paper on his forehead was slowly turning into ashes,

Fatso felt waves of pain from his body sweeping through his mind, especially the pain in his crotch, which made him feel as if his heart and lungs were being torn apart..

Fortunately, this pain did not last too long,

Excessive blood loss and all kinds of external and internal injuries..,

Fatso sensed that the fire of his life was slowly fading,

In the end..,

Fatso raised his head and let out a low growl of unwillingness,

Then, he slumped down, lying on Sister Qu's body.

This time..,

Was it really over..,

F * ck..,

Da Bai..,

I'm here to find you. F * ck your second generation, I still have to avenge you..