I'm not a theatre god

"Does it matter who he is?"

Yan Xishou stared at the man in red, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"He dares to come here to pursue the organ trade and is seeking his own death. He even threatened me and asked me to hand over the transaction records... No matter who he is, he must die today!"

"Don't worry, he will definitely die today." The paper puppeteer said slowly, "I have basically figured out his tricks. With Pu Shu and me here today, he can't escape even if he gets wings."

"Aren't you curious about his relationship with Chen Ling, the law enforcement officer who broke into Aurora City and set himself on fire in front of everyone?"

Hearing this, the murderous intent on Yan Xishou's face subsided a little. He looked at the man in red who was blocked in place and said in a deep voice:

"you mean……"

"I have activated the Soul-Breaking Orb just now, why not take this opportunity to see what secrets he has."

As the paper puppeteer spoke, he looked up and looked not far away. He saw a paper figure holding something in his hands, walking slowly... It was a gray substance like a crystal ball, about the size of a head, and White meteors are flying randomly in the gray crystal. If you look carefully, you can find that they are actually faces of struggling and painful souls.

The man in red's eyes fell on the gray crystal, and his eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

"Soul-crushing search for evidence?" The old housekeeper nodded, "That's fine. If his soul is not strong enough and is crushed to pieces, it will save us the trouble of doing anything again..."

The paper puppeteer walked up to the man in red and lightly touched the surface of the gray crystal with his fingertips, leaving an undetectable crack. At the same time, the densely packed struggling faces in the gray crystal seemed to be going crazy. Squeezing towards the crack, it was like a school of fish trying desperately to escape from the cage.

As the paper puppeteer raised his fingertips, one of the faces was released by him, like a faint white smoke entangled in his palm. His other hand touched the surface of the gray crystal again, creating an imperceptible crack. It will be automatically repaired and restored to the original state.

"The current highest record of broken soul evidence is that of a boy named Jian. His soul is made of who knows what, but he was able to survive four rounds..."

The paper puppeteer slowly raised his palm, and the hand filled with white smoke stopped above the head of the man in red.

"As for you... how many times can you survive?"

boom--!

As soon as he finished speaking, the paper puppeteer's hand fell on the head of the man in red like lightning, and the lingering white smoke suddenly turned into a ferocious face, crazily worming its way into his mind!

As the face disappeared, a wisp of white smoke began to spread around the head of the man in red. Countless lights and shadows flickered in the smoke, like a TV screen with poor contact, searching for the picture bit by bit.

Seeing this, the paper puppet master, Pu Shu in black, Yan Xishou, the old housekeeper and others all stared at the white smoke attentively, and the air fell into a dead silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time passed slowly, but no picture appeared in the smoke.

Yan Xishou on the side frowned slightly.

"What's going on? The evidence search failed? Why is there no response..."

The old housekeeper was also full of doubts. Just as he was about to say something, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened in the billowing white smoke!

The next moment, it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands struck the white smoke, squeezing it and bursting it into pieces. A sharp and painful wail sounded from the head of the man in red, and soon became silent...

That was not the voice of the man in red, but that of the struggling face that had just entered his mind.

Everyone was stunned. They have been using this sacrificial weapon for so long, and this has never happened before...

Before they could react, the man in red who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes. The bright red opera robe rolled up like a bloody sea wave, blocking everyone's vision for a moment. When they could see the scene in front of them clearly again, that The figure has risen lightly into the sky and rushed towards the roof not far away!

"Damn it!! The soul-crushing evidence search is invalid for him?!"

"He also took the Soul-Breaking Pearl away!"

"This kid is so evil! We must not keep him any longer! Kill him on the spot!!"

Continuous roars rang out from the crowd. The old butler looked at the figure in red who was gradually retreating, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he immediately gave the order!

The paper puppet master was also angry. Being teased one after another had completely worn out his patience. Even if the old housekeeper didn't tell him, he would never leave him alive this time... He didn't even let the paper puppet chase him this time. Instead, he personally stepped on a crazily folded paper man and swept away in the direction where the man in red left!

The black-clothed Pu Shu on the side also had an extremely ugly expression. He raised his foot and stepped forward, and his figure was deconstructed into strokes again and disappeared.

On the roof, the cold wind is biting!

The man in red landed on the roof and was about to make a move, but the next moment his body exploded!

A flick and a stroke were like two cannonballs, directly piercing the body of the man in red from behind, blasting out two shocking blood holes in the heart and abdomen. Through the bloody remains, the black clothed Pu Shu could be seen The figure quickly emerged.

The figure of the man in red suddenly froze in place. At the same time, an extremely sharp paper knife cut through the air and sliced ​​across his body lightly...

He was like a piece of bloody tofu that had been split. From the left shoulder to the right hip, the upper half of his body began to be strangely misaligned with the torso, and the fracture was extremely smooth.

His whole body was cut in two.

The figure of Pushu in black and the paper puppeteer stood side by side not far away. They looked coldly at the man in red who had no human appearance, with extremely indifferent expressions... A fourth-level and a fifth-level strong man at the same time He unleashed his strongest strength, and there was no suspense in the ending.

At the end of the road in the distance, Chu Muyun, wearing a woolen coat, walked quickly. He happened to see this scene and froze in place.

"I told you, even if you get wings today, you won't be able to leave here." The paper puppeteer looked at the man in red as if he were looking at a corpse.

Maybe it was because of the [Blood Clothes], even though he was disemboweled, his torso exploded, and his whole body was cut in two, the man in red didn't die immediately... He stood on the roof covered in blood, like a man who was forcibly pieced together by messed up flesh and blood. Monsters together.

The cold wind blew across the high roof, rolling up the corners of the bloody opera robe. The broken figure looked down below, with a strange and crazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Who said...I want to run?"

Under the gaze of everyone, he picked up the gray crystal that Soul Broken was searching for evidence with one hand, and raised it in front of him with difficulty...

"Just one soul search evidence... is not enough."

The man in red opened his mouth and bit it hard!

The sharp and pale teeth instantly chewed up the gray crystal to pieces. Countless soul faces struggled wildly from it. As the crystal dregs were chewed hard by the blood-stained mouth, they made sharp and harsh sounds!

At this moment, he was like a soul-devouring demon!