End of ten days

"It may be a way of dying that you have never experienced before." Song Qi slowly stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Ma Twelve, "That is, being blown to pieces by me."

"Blown to pieces..." Ma Twelve frowned and looked at Song Qi, "It sounds quite refreshing."

Ma Twelve stretched out his hand without any care and shook hands with Song Qi.

What Song Qi was going to do next was difficult and easy.

That was to treat Ma Twelve's body as a whole, and then transform him into a human bomb that could move freely.

"Twelve, only the two of us know about this." Song Qi said, "Not only must we keep it secret, but we must also think of a foolproof countermeasure. Once Suzaku knows that we know... he will most likely take precautions."

"Seventh Brother, you are smarter than me." Ma Twelve said, "Think about it, and tell me when you're done."

"Okay... I need you to do everything you can to touch Suzaku." Song Qi said, "Especially when he is on the verge of serious damage."

"I think I understand..."

"I will be responsible for attacking Suzaku with all my strength and putting him in a dying state." Song Qi said, "If Baihu is right, Suzaku will definitely transfer his consciousness when he is dying."

"Fuck, that's great!" Ma Twelve laughed, "Fuck... After transferring it to me, we can blow him up directly!"

Song Qi nodded, and then retracted his hand that was shaking with Ma Twelve.

The deployment of "explosion" has been completed. Now, as long as he has a thought, his close teammates will turn into fireworks on the spot.

Although he feels that he has a trump card, Song Qi still hasn't figured out the meaning of "puppet".

His teammates were using their bodies to intercept Zhuque. Would he have time to continue to understand?

Once someone really controlled Zhuque, the "cat" was destined to hit all its attacks on a mass of dead flesh, and the result for the "cat" could only be the death of all its members.

Song Qi slowly clenched his fists, feeling that he needed to add the last layer of insurance for the entire "cat" team.

This insurance could not even be told to Ma Twelve.

After all, Ma Twelve would die in the "first ring", and he only needed to know that his death was valuable.

And he would be the "second ring" of this killing plan. This time he could only gamble that Zhuque, like Xuanwu, was in a weird state that normal people could not understand.

Only in this way, as the "second ring", he could have a certain probability of killing him.

The probability of winning this bet was too small, and even Song Qi was not sure at all.

...

Song Qi looked at Ma Twelve, who was laughing crazily in front of him, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Do you think I'm going to die now..." Ma Shier said with a smile, "You are really naughty... I have used that body for many years... You actually stabbed it into a sieve..."

Song Qi nodded, stared at Ma Shier and asked: "Originally, you moved to someone's side to kill people, but now you have changed to "moving" to kill people, so you don't have "jumping"... right?"

Ma Shier's face trembled slightly, and then squeezed out a smile: "What do you mean?"

"It means that you can't hide or run away now." Song Qi stretched out his hand, and then pinched his fingers slightly.

Ma Shier's body began to twist and swell at this moment. He never thought that this body was actually cast with "immortal magic" in advance.

"Wait... wait a minute..." Ma Shier's gradually fat body began to squeeze out an unpleasant sound, "Wait a minute..."

His expression gradually became flustered, and he began to stretch out his hands to grab randomly, but there was no one beside him.

"Dirty things... get out of my brother's body." Song Qi said.

"Let's talk about a condition..." Ma Twelve said tremblingly, "Let's talk about a condition! I can give you..."

"Boom!"

Before Ma Twelve could touch anyone, his body exploded with a muffled sound like a balloon filled with water.

Everyone felt a rain of blood spraying on their faces, warm and smelly.

The few remaining people stretched out their hands to cover their cheeks, feeling that there was blood and flesh flying in front of them. Perhaps this is the "end of the world".

This time... did Suzaku finally disappear?

"Seventh Brother... you just..." Qian Wu, who was standing aside, looked at the scene in front of him with a little fear.

"Don't worry, Fifth Brother, everything is as planned." Song Qi's eyes did not relax, but stared at the nearby flesh and blood.

The next step is the "Second Ring". As long as the "Second Ring" bets right, the "Cat" can win.

"The "Cat" can eat the "Sparrow" anyway. "

In a few seconds, Song Qi indeed found a small piece of strange meat at the location where Ma Twelve exploded just now.

This piece of meat looked different from other meats, it was squirming.

Qian Wu instantly felt something was strange, and just as he was about to step forward, Song Qi reached back to stop him.

"Fifth brother, thank you for taking care of me over the years." Song Qi said, "I hope I can have a chance to drink with you again."

"Seventh brother..." Qian Wu slowly frowned.

"I didn't expect that my bet was right."

Song Qi walked forward, stretched out his hand to grab the piece of meat on the ground, and then turned his hand over to see that there were three eyes on the meat, and the eyes were almost all surrounded by tooth marks.

"The 'eyes' are the real thing, right? Song Qi looked down at the meat in his hand and asked with a smile, "I was wondering before, why biting the eyes in your mouth will deepen your "faith"... It turns out that what you are biting is not the eyes at all, but It is only reasonable to deepen your own beliefs in times of extreme pain and panic. "

After hearing this, the three fleshy eyes looked at Song Qi one after another, and then a slit opened in the middle of the three eyes, as if it was a mouth.

An unpleasant voice came out hoarsely from that mouth: "It's really... not good..."

"If I guess correctly...the three eyes of yours are "Heart Seizing", "Puppet" and "Soul Migration", right? "Song Qi obviously felt that the minced meat in his hand was not trustworthy, but he held the minced meat tightly at this moment, making it unable to move. "In his own mouth, he controlled himself through the "puppet" to achieve the effect of floating. ...It's kind of interesting. "

Only then did Weekend realize what Earth Pig meant by "far away". After all, what he touched was not the body of the "Echoer" at all.

"...So you all know..." Broken Meat grinned as if he was laughing.

"Your original master's body was a "leap". You "leap" yourself out during the dying stage, then climbed onto Nineteen, and finally came into contact with Ma Twelve. Song Qi increased the force on his hands, "It's a pity that your piece of flesh has been strengthened. Even if Twelve's whole body is blown to pieces, it may not be able to kill you." "

"Ha... haha..." Broken Meat continued to grin, "Although you know my secret... but so what? My "Heart Seizing" and "Soul Migration" are still there, and now you... I can't move...and I touched you..."

"No..." Song Qi denied, "Suzaku, you didn't touch me, it was me who touched you."

"What……?"

"You have entered a dead end." Song Qi said, "Now that I have poured "deflagration" into your body, my own body will be destroyed in a minute... This is your end. "