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The photo blends with the tombstone, like a drop of stain that falls on it and spreads quickly around it.

The surface of the entire tombstone, like a thick layer of spider silk, was instantly covered.

The little old man looked at the principal with resentment in his eyes, he coughed a few times, his distorted facial features, and his split lips spat out a mouthful of blood onto the tombstone.

The blood quickly soaked through the photo, corroding it constantly.

Seeing this scene, the principal twitched his mouth slightly, then opened the book again, slowly took out a photo from it, repeated the previous action, and threw it at the little old man.

The speed at which the photos were thrown was not fast, but the little old man seemed unable to dodge them, or seemed to think that this thing could not be dodged, but was just hard-wired.

The second photo landed on the tombstone, combined with the effect of the previous photo, once again prevailed.

And the little old man was not to be outdone, and continued to spit out a second mouthful of blood.

Every time it spits out a mouthful of blood, Gu An can feel that it becomes weaker?

Another point is that the photos in the principal's photo album must be very precious, otherwise they wouldn't show such a humane and heartbroken expression every time they were taken out.

Gu An had a panoramic view of the actions of these two guys, and silently recorded them in his heart.

On the other side, after the faceless man threw the scythe for the second time, he paused for a short while before starting to warm up for the third time.

This is the third time, Gu An is familiar with it, before he died for no apparent reason, because the speed of the third knife throwing will be very slow, attracting all your attention.

When it is about to approach you, it will suddenly disappear, and then appear behind you with lightning speed.

The attack pattern of this thing is very cunning.

Gu An had learned the lesson from before, so this time, he naturally started to take precautions early on.

The Faceless Man finally threw the third knife.

The chain screamed in the air, and the sickle flew towards Gu An at a very slow speed.

This slash was very slow, countless times slower than the previous two slashes, and I felt that even if I pulled a spirit remover at random, I could easily dodge it.

Gu An watched vigilantly, silently calculating the distance and the next action in his heart.

"Be careful."

At this time, the principal who had already taken the third photo and threw it at the little old man reminded him.

It obviously saw something, knowing that this seemingly slow knife looks ordinary on the surface, but in fact there is a universe inside.

If you make a careless mistake, the car will overturn.

Gu An squinted at the headmaster, looked at the pain in his heart, and smiled slightly.

The principal obviously understood the smile, turned his head slightly, and looked at the little old man opposite him again.

Gu An also estimated the distance. Looking at the location where the scythe flew, he ran straight forward.

Because from the current point of view of him and the little old man, running forward is the shortest distance.

But this shows that it seems that he is actively sending himself to death...

The principal didn't know the law of the third cut of the sickle. Seeing this scene, his eyelids twitched. What is Gu An playing?Teammate blew himself up?

Of course Gu An didn't have time to explain at this time.

When his body was about to get close to the scythe, his whole body was getting closer and closer to the little old man.

The little old man obviously didn't want to talk to Gu An this time.

From its point of view, the damage caused by the scythe was completely inferior to that of the headmaster's photo.

Gu An continued to sprint towards the little old man.

The sickle was also chasing head-on, but when it was about to get close, it suddenly disappeared!

The power of the entire scythe disappeared out of nowhere without a trace, the principal and the little old man were a little surprised.

Gu An immediately tensed up, turned his whole body to the side, and at the same time said to the little old man, "Are you surprised or not?"

The little old man: "?"

headmaster:"?"

A piercing sound sounded, and behind Gu An, the space cracked without warning.

The black sickle appeared there without any rules.

The blade was sharp, and the tip of the blade was shining with black light, and it slashed head-on towards Gu An's position just now!

Chapter 181 Isn't This Your Always Ideal

Gu An was also pulled away by Han Xiuxiu with the red silk, which also created a vacuum in the place where he was just now.

The black scythe whizzed towards the little old man.

The little old man was able to block the previous two stabs with the tombstone, and the power of the previous two stabs was not too great. The little old man knew all this clearly.

Therefore, although the third knife was very fast, it did not panic, and its main energy was still on dealing with the principal.

The principal on the opposite side watched this scene calmly.

It didn't think that Gu An would be so boring, this third cut must be extraordinary.

It was precisely because he knew Gu An and this former opponent that when Gu An just rushed towards the little old man, in mid-air, it actually had a chance to forcibly stop Gu An.

But it didn't do this, because it understood, so at this time, it trusted this cunning guy.

And Gu An did not disappoint the principal's trust. After he was pulled away by Han Xiuxiu, the scythe flying behind him directly pierced the skin of the little old man.

The body of the little old man was formed by a strange force. It stands to reason that it has no entity, and it is a kind of existence that is almost half flesh and half energy.

Ordinary foreign objects are difficult to cause substantial damage to its body.

But this knife pierced the surface of its skin with ease.

The little old man was also very surprised. He lowered his head, his white eyes fixed on the sickle inserted into his heart.

The principal on the opposite side didn't let go of this brief pause, and directly pulled out a new photo and threw it at the little old man.

Although there was only a pause of a few breaths, it was too late for the little old man to react when the strength of both sides was similar.

There were smears of blood scattered in the photo, and the blood drops fell from the air, which looked somewhat the same as the little old man's previous move.